[HP] Night Haze

The round-faced boy cried all the way. The scabies on his body continued to spread. They helped him to the medical wing on the second floor of the castle. Angelo also had pimples on his hands due to the residual medicine on Neville's clothes.

The entrance to the medical wing is behind a large portrait on the stone wall of a woman in traditional medieval medical attire tending to bedridden patients.Unlike the common rooms of various colleges, no password is required to enter the medical wing.Angelo supported Neville and stood under the portrait. The lady in the painting smiled at them and disappeared from the frame in the blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, the kind-hearted lady reappeared in the painting, the edge of the frame broke away from the wall and opened outward like a door.The witch in the purple robe stood behind the doorway and looked at them. Her robe was covered with a white skirt.

Angelo helped the round-faced boy who was still crying and walked in. The witch moved from Neville's red and swollen scabies to Angelo's hands, and her eyes finally stopped on his shoe with several holes burned out. The blond boy, who didn't feel much at first, suddenly felt a dull pain in his feet in the shoes.

"Clean it up." The witch waved her magic wand, and the two little lions immediately became clean.

This witch is Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor of Hogwarts. Although she doesn't look as majestic as the headmasters McGonagall and Snape, she is a figure that even Dumbledore can't shake. It is said that their headmaster was once The lady had been kicked out of the hospital wing simply because it was too late to see patients.

"Scabies is contagious. Before treating it, I need to clean your clothes." After cleaning up the residue of the potion on the two little wizards, Madam Pomfrey told them the purpose of this move, and she handed the two little wizards two A bottle of potion, let them drink it, the taste of the potion is very strange.

Angelo had never tasted anything worse than this. When the potion slid down his throat and into his stomach, he felt his stomach churning, but then he felt light all over his body. His companion probably also experienced this comfortable feeling. I feel like I'm not crying as much as I used to.

She took out two sets of hospital gowns that were folded squarely from the closet and handed them to them. Madam Pomfrey asked them to change behind the screen. She had already put on a pair of white gloves for herself and changed them The clothes that come down are put into the washing basket to wait for disinfection.

The redness on Neville's face and body was smeared with a double-action medicine for scalds and scabies, and Angelo's hands were covered with a white ointment for scabies.What he didn't expect was that compared with Neville's miserable appearance, his foot injury was actually more serious. After being scalded, the scabies worn out during walking made him now have to lie on the bed, with his feet covered in ointment and wrapped in ointment. bandage.

"You'll have to lie here until night," Madam Pomfrey told him, which was really bad news for Angelo.That would mean he couldn't go to Hagrid's cabin for afternoon tea with Harry.The only lucky thing is that at least he doesn't have to sleep here overnight.

"I'm sorry, Angelo." The round-faced boy stood beside Angelo's bed and sobbed softly. His face was covered with gauze, and the exposed part of the hospital gown was also wrapped in bandages, like a mummy.

"It's okay, Neville." Angelo smiled faintly. He hated him the moment he stepped out of the Potions classroom.If Neville hadn't burned the cauldron, he would have done well in front of Snape.But lying on the hospital bed in the medical wing at the moment, Angelo smelled the strong smell of medicine on himself and the other party, but thought a lot.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. I should be the one who should say sorry." This is Angelo's sincere words, if he is not like a peacock with its tail open, he wants to show his excellence in front of the suspect who may be his father, burning the cauldron Such low-level mistakes could have been avoided.

"I don't know what I was thinking at the time, Neville." Angelo said, "If I could concentrate on cooperating with you, this kind of thing wouldn't happen. After all, we are partners now."

Recently, he seems to have put too much energy into finding clues about his father, ignoring the feelings of the people around him. He was not like this before.Now even when he made his favorite potion, he carried impure thoughts with him.

"Angelo, it's obvious that I burned the cauldron...and you got hurt." The round-faced boy said submissively, with inexplicable gratitude rising in his heart.From the first moment he saw the blond boy standing outside the glass window of the Hogwarts Express, Neville thought he was easy to get along with.

Gulu... Angelo's stomach growled.Madam Pomfrey came over with a tray of food and put it on the folding table of the hospital bed.

"A few friends have come to see you." Madam Pomfrey said, Harry and Ron came in after her, looking around curiously.The medical wing was a new place for them, but no one wanted to be sent here.

"You didn't go to eat, so we came." The red-haired kid took out a bag of food from behind, and he had kept his hands behind his back just now.

"After you left, Snape was so hateful that he deducted Harry's points again." Ron said angrily, and the blue-eyed boy looked at the bandage on Angelo's foot with a surprised expression.

"What happened to your foot?" What's the situation?Neville was standing by the bed, while Angelo was lying on the hospital bed instead.

"It's not serious, it's just that the scald is not in the right place," Angelo shrugged. After applying the medicine, the scabies on his hands were gone.The reason Neville was still wrapped in gauze was because of the burns. Madam Pomfrey said that after the effect of the medicine was absorbed, they could be taken apart. Neville was luckier than him and didn't need to stay here until night.

"Sorry, Harry, it looks like I won't be able to go to Hagrid with you this afternoon."

"It's okay, I'll take you to see him next time." The blue-eyed boy said regretfully.

After chatting for a while, Madam Pomfrey invited Harry and Ron out. After lunch under Madam Pomfrey's urging, Angelo fell asleep. When he woke up, the sun was still shining outside. Highly illuminated.

"Draco!" Blinking his hazy eyes when he first woke up, a platinum-gold light flashed from the corner of Angelo's eyes. Angelo woke up suddenly, and the platinum-haired boy stopped walking when he heard his shout. Turning his head, light-colored eyes met his.

"Why are you here?" Angelo lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed. The young master of the Malfoy family raised his eyebrows and raised his chin.

"What? Can't I come here?" Angelo quickly shook his head in the gorgeous aria, he didn't mean it.

"No, it's just, it's a bit of a surprise..." Two dimples appeared on his cheeks, and Angelo didn't expect the other party to come to see him.

"This is a gift for you, Angelo." Draco raised the corner of his mouth and said casually, pointing at the table, still in that arrogant tone, but it made Angelo's heart a little sweet.

"Thank you." Angelo said in a low voice. The exquisitely packaged chocolates on the bedside table looked like the usual snacks brought to Draco by the giant horned owl from the Malfoy Manor.

A sympathy card exuding a pleasant perfume was placed on the top of the chocolate box, and Angelo opened it in front of the platinum boy. The beautiful cursive letters on it were as gorgeous as the person who wrote it.

"Ahem, it's really not the right time for you to be hurt," Draco's pale face showed an undetectable blush, "I saw Harry and the Weasleys entering the hunter's house. Will you go with me?"

"I'm sorry." Draco's words made Angelo's heart tighten, and the sweetness in his heart precipitated bitterness.

"Why are you saying sorry to me?" The platinum-haired boy glanced at him inexplicably, and a hint of surprise flashed in Angelo's sea-blue eyes.

"Last time, you told me to work hard...I didn't do a good job." Angelo turned his face away, his eyes stopped on the box of chocolates.

"Well, you and Harry already have a very good relationship." The young master of the Malfoy family thought that Angelo wanted to taste chocolate.He opened the box with his hands, took one and stuffed it into the blond boy's mouth, and put one in his own.

"It's me who should cheer now, Angelo, I need you, will you help me?" The tone was casual and playful.

"Yes." Angelo replied affirmatively, and the chocolate slowly melted in his mouth.

I always feel that there is something wrong, Angelo thought, could it be that he misunderstood Draco's idea before?

But the result of the matter was the same as he expected, there was no difference...