I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 Harry, drink your medicine!

In the school hospital.

Harry raised his eyelids with difficulty, and the pure white snow reflected in his pupils.

His head was still dizzy, and the scene he saw seemed to be covered with a hazy veil.

Is this heaven?

An idea popped into Harry's mind.

"Harry."

John propped himself up on the bunk with one hand, and waved the other in Harry's eyes.

A flash of surprise flashed across Harry's face, and he quickly nodded his head as a matter of course: "You're here too!"

They didn't find John earlier, it turned out that he had been killed long ago.

it all makes sense
John looked puzzled at Harry's sympathetic gaze.

He wondered if Harry's mind had been played by Voldemort.

After all, Harry is still young, and it is inevitable that he will be injured if he confronts Voldemort head-on.

John's tone slowed down a bit: "Harry, it's over. Professor Dumbledore was here just now, but he has a little work to do now, so he left. If you need it, I can call him for you." come over."

Dumbledore waited here for a while, and seeing that Harry hadn't woken up, he went to discuss the side effects of the potion with Nicole.

Because if Marcus really got into the chicken habit in the future, the Flint family might have a little temper.

Harry jumped up from the bed all at once, his mouth and eye sockets opened wider and wider, and the eyeballs almost fell out.

A look of horror appeared on his face, as if he had heard the most terrifying thing in the world.

"What's the matter with you?" John felt he had to call Madam Pomfrey, Harry seemed to have something really wrong with his head.

Harry broke free from the web of panic and stammered, "Deng, Professor Dumbledore is dead too?"

In order to express the panic in his heart, the tone of his last few words was raised a lot.

Almost up to the tenors.

"Who told you Dumbledore was dead?"

John touched Harry's forehead, helped him lean back on the bed, and prepared to use the spell to control him.

"No, I, Voldemort."

Harry fumbled around himself, then pinched hard on his thigh.

"Sigh~~"

Harry gasped in pain, but his face was full of ecstasy.

The whole face is like that emoticon of Yao Ming.

It's over, the child is really hopeless.
John quickly walked to the door of the room and called softly: "Madam Pomfrey, emergency call, emergency call, Harry's condition is getting worse!"

"Huh?" Pomfrey flashed out of her office like flying, and stood beside John, "Let me see."

"Hahaha!"

Harry was lying on the bed laughing maniacally like a big villain, writhing his limbs uncontrollably, and from time to time he clenched his fist and punched it hard in the air.

It's no different than a psychopath.

"The situation is indeed not optimistic!"

Madam Pomfrey pondered for a moment with a heavy face, then turned her head to look solemnly at John,
"Stay here for a while and don't let anyone in and Harry out until I'm back."

"No problem!" John nodded, guarding the door like a guard.

Harry writhed on the bed for a while, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

He looked around and saw John at the door.

"Hey." A disgusting smile appeared on Harry's face, and he waved to John, "John, where are you doing? Come in."

"I'm here to get some fresh air." John looked at Harry warily and said casually.

"Then I'll come too."

Harry got up from the bed as he spoke, and put on his shoes.

"Wait!" John stopped loudly, "Madame Pomfrey said that your body has not fully recovered, and you must not move, or you will have sequelae, and maybe you will drag one leg and limp for the rest of your life." walk!"

Thinking of his appearance, Harry shivered, and quickly lay down on the bed.

"Thank you, John."

"You're welcome."

John breathed a sigh of relief and waved back.

About ten minutes later, when John was so bored that he was about to fall asleep, Madam Pomfrey came back with a big bowl.

The wonderful smell spread in the corridor, and John sniffed it with his nostrils fluttering. A nauseating feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. He immediately turned around and leaned on the wall to retch.

Is this what people drink?

John quickly took out two purifiers and stuffed them into his nasal cavity, in case Harry was not cured and he died first.

"Come on, come in."

Madam Pomfrey walked past John with a large bowl, and walked towards Harry with a gentle smile.

"Harry, drink up the medicine, you will recover soon and be discharged from the hospital."

Harry nodded blankly, covered his nose and glanced into the medicine bowl with his eyes, a look of fear appeared on his face: "No, no need, Madam Pomfrey, I think I'm already cured!"

"I know I know."

Madam Pomfrey nodded tenderly, put the medicine bowl on the table beside her, then grabbed Harry with lightning speed, and pushed him on the bed.

She has worked in the school hospital for so many years, how can Harry resist?

"John, come here!"

"Oh, good!"

Hearing Madam Pomfrey's call, John walked quickly to her side.

Madam Pomfrey ordered: "I will control Harry, you come and feed him the medicine."

"No, John, please, don't!"

Harry yelled in panic. He tried to break free, but it was no use.

"It's okay, Harry, just take the medicine and you'll be fine. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain!"

John patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly, and bent over to pick up the medicine bowl.

Looking at the bubbling and foul-smelling liquid inside, it was like a poison brewed by a witch.

John suddenly understood why Harry's resistance was so fierce.

Is this really a magic potion for healing?
Madam Pomfrey, did you accidentally make a mistake?
"hurry up!"

Madam Pomfrey urged John when she saw that John did not move.

"No!" Harry yelled sternly.

Madam Pomfrey seized the opportunity and grabbed Harry's jaw, keeping his mouth shut.

"Pour it in!"

Sensing Madam Pomfrey's sword-like gaze, John nodded stiffly, the medicine bowl tilted slightly, and the liquid flowed into Harry's mouth.

A look of dead silence suddenly appeared on Harry's face.

"It's okay, Harry, you'll be fine after drinking the medicine." Madam Pomfrey comforted softly.

outside the school hospital.

Hermione and Ron happily ran up the stairs with two boxes of candy, ready to see if their lovely friend was awake.

But as soon as they reached the corridor, they heard Harry's miserable wailing.

The soles of their feet seemed to have been wiped with glue, and they were firmly fixed on the ground at the same time.

"Hermione~~ I suddenly remembered that I didn't seem to put away the things I put on the table."

"I haven't finished a single book, and it's time to return it!"

"so."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and ran downstairs quickly.

"Let's come back another day!"

(End of this chapter)