Harry Potter's Catastrophe

"This is normal." Madam Pomfrey watched as the last trace of poison seeped out of the wound. After cleaning it, she sprinkled the white powder on it again.

"I think you should have fainted long ago." Madam Pomfrey said as she dealt with it.

"Professor McGonagall... don't tell anyone about my injury... yet..." Carney insisted and then lost his voice.

Carney could no longer feel the pain this caused because he had already fainted.

"What's wrong with him?" Professor McGonagall watched Carney's head tilt and became silent.

"He lost too much blood and fainted." Madam Pomfrey took out the scissors and began to deal with the dark rotten flesh. The wound would be difficult to heal unless it was dealt with.

"It's really unbelievable that he fainted just now after it was so serious. His blood was almost gone."

"What's the current situation?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"It's much better now. After treating the wound carefully, it can start to recover. It will take some time for the skin to grow back." Madam Pomfrey said...

When Carney opened his eyes in Zizhen, it was already dark, and the white curtains were illuminated by candlelight.

As he breathed, the strong smell of medicine and plaster filled his nostrils, and he tried to move the pain on his back, which relieved a lot.

The wizard's robe lying beside him was missing. Digging, this couldn't be done. The book he hadn't even looked at carefully was still in the crystal pendant.

The pendant was placed in the pocket of the wizard's robe, and now the wizard's robe is gone.

"Is there anyone there? Madam Pomfrey?" Carney tried to call, but his head was still a bit heavy and his body control was a bit unsmooth.

It was difficult to lift his hand, he felt weak, and his entire hand looked pale.

"Oh, you're awake?" Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain and came in with a plate of potion.

"These are what you will drink later." Madam Pomfrey had already changed out of her previous white-sash robe and put on a wizard's robe.

"This red one is the first one you need to drink, the hematopoietic potion (good quality), then the gray muscle relaxant (general dose), take it every ten minutes, and the transparent demulcent (general dose) after half an hour. Ten milliliters of green mana recovery potion (bad quality) taken at any time, and white healing water (good quality) taken when you feel strong.”

Madam Pomfrey said a lot when she arrived, and put the potion on the bedside table regardless of whether Carney remembered it or not.

"Um, I want to ask, where is the wizard robe that I left by my side?" Carney probably remembered which one he drank first and which one he drank last.

"I took it to be washed." Madam Pomfrey said matter-of-factly, with the black poisonous blood, why not clean it up early and keep it on the side?

"Where's the stuff over there?" Carney asked.

"Is it the crystal pendant? It was taken away by your pet snake, and it is under your pillow." Madam Pomfrey used magic to make the bed. The injured Quidditch player had been discharged from the hospital in the morning.

"What time is it now?" Carney was relieved when he saw a small black tail exposed on the edge of the pillow. It seemed very late now.

"The little wizards should have finished their dinner now." Madam Pomfrey continued the unfinished work in the morning. The weather has been extremely cold recently.

There was a shortage of cold potion and it had not yet arrived. If I were to refine it myself, I would be short of a few ingredients. Besides, Snape was the only teacher at the school who was good at potions.

Snape didn't have much time to spend on small cold potions, so Madam Pomfrey could only find some similar herbs to refine.

The medicine that comes out is effective in treating colds, but it has many other minor side effects, such as smoke coming from the top of the head, sneezing from the nose, and always dozing off.

Carney is still lying on his stomach, but the cushion in front of him is relatively high, so he can still pick up the potion and drink it.

I remember that the first bottle was red, for blood replenishment.

Slowly reaching out his hand, he regained some strength while chatting just now.

He picked up the hematopoietic potion and drank it. Warmth flow began to occur in his body. His body began to feel numb and the lost blood was being replenished.

He had seen the next two potions, and Fred had drunk them before. It seemed that the after-effects of the powerful potion were still there, especially after he drank two bottles.

No wonder his body was so weak, but the pain was not too big, not as bad as the pain in his back.

"By the way, you may have scars on your back, so you have to be mentally prepared." Madam Pomfrey saw that Carney had the strength to take the potion by herself, and it seemed that she was recovering faster than she thought.

It would take at least an hour to regain some strength, and she had used a lot of paralyzing drugs and delaying agents.

Cutting the flesh is a painful job, and some of it is near the bones.

Leave a scar, forget it.

Just keep it, it’s not shirtless anyway, it’s just a little hard to explain when you go home.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, can you do me a favor?" Carney looked at the wand on the bedside table, unable to reach it.

"What? It will be very troublesome to remove your scar. You need to cut off all the flesh on the side." Madam Pomfrey's plain words said something horrifying.

"No, can you open the window in front of me? I want to see the moonlight." Carney thought about practicing to speed up the recovery of his injury.

He has seen these medicines, and there are still some side effects. Although they are not serious, they are slow.

The repair with spiritual energy should be much faster. He didn't want to lie down like this all the time, which was not good for his physical development.

"Oh, do you want to catch a cold while you are recovering?" Madam Pomfrey just opened the curtains without opening them.

Okay, that's fine too.

The moonlight shone on the hospital bed, and Carney closed his eyes to find his state. Entering samadhi cannot be achieved by closing his eyes. It took him some time to adapt to practicing lying down.

Lying down felt very bad, but he had no choice but to make do with it now.

"Are you asleep?" Madam Pomfrey finished mixing the potion and saw that there was no movement in Carney.

"No." Carney naturally remembered to drink the potion. He opened his eyes, picked up the gray potion and took a sip. It tasted extremely bitter.

"Remember to drink all of this." Madam Pomfrey rubbed her eyes and rushed to prepare tomorrow's potion. Unknowingly, it was already past ten o'clock.

After giving instructions to Carney, he turned around and exited the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey's room was next to the infirmary, which was convenient for injuries that needed treatment in case of emergencies at night.

"Drink them all, so as not to have to interrupt in the middle of the night to drink medicine." Carney picked up the remaining bottles and drank them all, the bitter and spicy taste filling his throat.

"Why isn't there any sweet potion?" Carney's whole face was twisted together. The taste was too weird.

Why would I do such a stupid thing? Carney felt weird in his stomach, but luckily he didn't have diarrhea, otherwise he might have been suffocated to death on the hospital bed.

"Huh~" It took a while to calm down. Except for breakfast in the morning, I basically didn't eat anything all day.

But his stomach didn't feel empty. He didn't know what Madam Pomfrey had given him while he was asleep.

Anyway, there is nothing serious about my body, except that my back is a little itchy, and it still hurts a little bit when I move a few times.

His spiritual power and magic power are normal, he just needs to wait for the wound on his back to heal.

After his stomach was completely settled, Carney moved a little, and the moonlight ran away a little. Without the moonlight, his cultivation would be much slower.

"Hiss!" Although the distance was only a few centimeters, the movement behind him was still affected.

Although there was no heartbreaking pain, it still felt like it hurt his bones. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have hurt any bones.

He closed his eyes and continued to meditate quietly on his stomach, recovering from his injuries without delay.