seven days lost

I can't see it, you deliberately showed off your happiness in front of me, every time you do it unintentionally makes me feel so painful.

And now it can finally end.

I can finally stop loving you, Potter.

"no, do not want……"

Don't want what...?

But it's too late to say anything, too late... We can't go far, we can't escape, forever... forever.

Draco was lying on the couch in the office, covered with a thin blanket.He pressed his aching temple and sat up slowly.

He thought of the past again, clearly telling himself to forget it.After the war, when he heard that Harry had lost his memory, he was depressed for a month, but he finally came out, didn't he?There is no threshold that cannot be overcome, and no stupid past that cannot be forgotten.

He picked up his briefcase and walked to the consulting room. There are still a bunch of patients who have already made appointments waiting for him this afternoon, and he has no time to worry about the spring and autumn.

He changed the medicines for a bunch of patients, and drove away a yelling old woman who always thought it was his fault that his son's condition worsened, and persuaded three patients who had gone to the wrong clinic to leave, Finally, he leaned against the window and smoked tiredly.

The sunlight and crowds flowing outside the window always make him feel in a trance, as if everything he experienced before was fake.But if it was true, he would not be reconciled.

Draco stubbed out his cigarette butt, stretched himself and was about to go back to work when Senari suddenly rushed into his consulting room in a panic and asked loudly: "Draco, do you have any tranquilizers? Enhanced version of!"

"Speak softly, there are still patients here—"

"problem occurs!"

Looking at his pale face, Draco opened the side drawer with his wand without saying a word, took out a glass bottle containing blue liquid and threw it to him.Senari said "thank you", caught it, turned around and ran away.

Draco thought for a while, and ran out after him.

"What's going on?" he asked after running up to him.He had never seen such a tense expression on Senari's face, before he was always indifferent.

"The magic is out of control." These words almost popped out from between the opponent's teeth, and Draco's face became serious when he heard it.

Loss of magical powers is one of the most serious of all contingencies that a patient can experience, and the stronger the original magical powers of the patient, the more difficult it is to control.According to research, wizards control the use of the brain's own magic power, and once the brain is damaged, there is a certain chance of the magic power getting out of control.

"Is that Potter?" he asked, his heart beating faster and faster, whether it was from the strenuous exercise or something else.

"That's him! Oh my God, I didn't know he was such a troublemaker...I want a raise!"

"If the magic power is out of control, just using the enhanced version of the tranquilizer will have no effect."

"Just add some 'Red Swan' later! Why can't you Apparate in the hospital? It's really inconvenient!"

They finally ran to Senari's consulting room.After the hospital turned into a museum, the hospital moved the special ward to a more inward location, and set up a special spell to limit the flow of people.

"Just say 'Long live St. Mungo's Hospital' three times in your mind as you walk through the door, that's the password for this week," Senary urged.Draco nodded and followed him through the gate.

There are five compartments distributed in the consulting room, each compartment is separated by walls and small doors.The last time Draco was here, there had been one to three patients in each compartment, but now they were all shivering in the outermost compartment, with fear in their eyes.A few of the more daring patients put their heads out to glance at the transom in the door, but drew their heads back.

"Therapist, you are finally back!" Upon seeing them, a female patient cried with joy, and rushed forward to hold Senari's hand, "Oh, it's really terrible, it's terrible..."

"Don't worry, everything will be resolved immediately." Senari comforted her gently by patting the back of her hand, and looked around, "Are any of you injured?"

The female patient immediately pointed to a young man leaning against the wall. He had a beard and his face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to have not yet reacted from the shock: "Rodney is injured, therapist! His arm was injured by the black man. Something got scratched."

"Come on, surgical therapist, now is the time for you to show your power." Senari patted Draco's back hard, pushing him staggeringly, "I'll check the situation first."

"You? Just you?" Draco frowned. He took out the medical kit from his bag and put it on the ground. He squatted down and raised Rodney's right arm. "Aren't you a coward?"

"Ah, I hate what you say, Draco, I just don't want to take risks. But now——this is the only way to do it now, this kind of thing can't be delayed." Senari rubbed his hands, he still looked careless , but Draco was keenly aware of a tremor in his voice.

"Oh, good luck to you then." Draco shrugged, and applied a purple liquid to Rodney's wound, who immediately let out a scream, "Hold on, this is for disinfection Damn, why is there such a strong black magic residue? Hey, Senari, are you sure it's Potter and not some dark wizard?"

He turned his head to look in the direction of the small door, but saw it was open, and Senari had disappeared.After a few seconds, the man ran out in embarrassment with a head of burnt hair, his face was covered with dust, and the originally clean white coat was torn into pieces.

Senari slammed the door shut and locked it hard.

"you……"

"Oh, stop it. God, I'm not a combatant, and I don't want to die here." He gasped for breath, and kept touching his face, smearing it white and black , "It's terrible that the magic power is out of control, let's report it quickly."

"... so serious?" Draco couldn't believe it, "It's not the first time you have encountered magic power out of control, isn't it?"

"It's not that you don't know, the one who got out of control before was not some powerful wizard. I mean, Harry Potter - defeated the existence of You-Know-Who, do you think I can handle it? My NEWTs only took seven O's! "

"...I don't think it has anything to do with it." Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression more serious.He applied another foul-smelling viscous semi-fluid to Rodney's wound, wrapped it with a piece of cloth, motioned him to hold it down, stood up, and straightened his collar.

"I'll go in," he said.

"You? You go in?" Senari, who was writing a report letter, raised his head and widened his eyes. The expression on that dirty face was particularly funny, "Stop joking, Draco, you are as brave as me Small. Let’s wait for someone from above to solve it.”

"You also said that this matter cannot be delayed. Long-term loss of magic power will cause great harm to the patient." Draco said calmly, he walked to the door with a few steps, opened the lock, and turned towards Senary Laughed a bit, "And I have nine O's."

After speaking, he pushed open the door forcefully and stepped in.

Senari stared at the closed door dumbfounded, his lips were trembling, and his voice was also trembling: "Damn, this lunatic!"

Ice 3

As soon as Draco stepped into the room, he was taken aback by the sight inside.He knew that the situation was not optimistic, but he never thought that it would be so bad. The whole room was covered with a black curtain-like substance, hanging from every corner like spider webs, closing all the paths forward. up.The two beds and the bedside table by the wall have been mostly corroded, and the bed boards and sheets are full of various large and small holes, and there are black scorched marks on the edges, which looks extremely terrifying.

Draco crouched, avoiding a falling black curtain.He saw the instigator of everything—he was shivering in a corner, with his head bowed and his knees tightly hugged.

Draco took a deep breath, conjured up a thick quilt to drape over his body, and walked carefully through the intertwined black matter towards Harry.The closer he got, the more frightened he was. Harry's body was wrapped in layers of black silk, tangled and thick.His face was barely visible.This is a sign that the magic power is out of control and on the verge of collapse. He thought the situation was not so serious.

"Potter? Can you hear me?" he called softly at him.

The black thread hanging above his head trembled, and one fell towards him, and Draco quickly dodged away.He smelled burnt cloth.

"Potter, I'm Malfoy. Can you hear me?" Draco regretted after finishing speaking, and now that Harry was in an unconscious state, I'm afraid his end would be even worse given how much he hated him.

He gritted his teeth and took a step forward, wrapping the thick quilt tightly.

"Potter, if you can hear me, you must do what I say: feel your own existence, use your consciousness to find the core, and slowly withdraw your magic power, just like breathing." He tried his best to With a slow and gentle tone of persuasion, he moved forward step by step.

"Take it back...

"Take it back...

"Yes, that's it, take it back..."

Feeling the swaying black silk on the top of his head slowly backtracking, Draco bent down to avoid the two black ribbons flying quickly over his head. It was burning, and Draco quickly stomped it out a few times.

At first, it was just a few black ribbons retracted into Harry's body. Gradually, those overlapping black nets hanging everywhere vibrated and moved towards Harry. The walls and the floor of the whole room were trembling crazily. Della Section and even some