The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Snape felt that what was worse than a stupid troll was a stupid badger that could spread stupid diseases.

That's right, he was referring to the Hufflepuff who was full of lies, loved to be mysterious, was always nosy, and was particularly thick-skinned. Even someone like Dumbledore could be intimidated by her, and he really thought that this person was very troublesome.

But unfortunately, I encountered it and couldn't get rid of it at all.

Whether he stared at her with eyes that could scare a child to tears, or rejected her with a voice that would make Peeves avoid her, she remained unmoved. Did he want him to attack the students? Although he was really furious, he still had his sanity. His only response to her was to flick his sleeves and turn back to the infirmary.

As for Cedric, who was half leaning there, he didn't even look at him. It was impossible to expect him to help move someone heavy enough to crush her in, and Uncle Long had been hanging around Newt these days - even though she could summon him back with just a shout. She could only resign herself to pulling his arms and shoulders again.

The next second, they were hit by a sudden feeling of weightlessness, as if they were pulled up by the roots. Within seconds, they were thrown from the corridor into the school infirmary.

Snape looked at Sun Zhu, who was knocked unconscious because he was casually carried in, with a cold face, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

It must have been a high-level levitation spell or something like that! Sun Zhu thought dizzily, as if he and Said were caught by the limp claws of a claw machine, and when they were carefully moving, because they had not spent enough game coins, the dolls fell halfway and fell together in a mess.

But she didn't feel much pain. On the one hand, Quidditch players were relatively tough, and on the other hand, the pad of flesh named Said was frowning slightly, as if it had been hit somewhere.

Sun Zhu hurriedly climbed up and looked at his expression carefully, trying to see where he was hurt, but Snape's cold voice rang in his ears.

"If Miss Sun is willing to have some pity on the old professor who is forced to stay here, you should cherish this time that you have robbed, and then leave Diggory and let him see how this frail and superficial person can defeat those stupid lions who can still disgust their opponents with their grimace even if they are hit by the petrification curse in the future."

"what?"

Sun Zhu immediately jumped away from Seide, then watched Snape take two steps closer, take a quick look, then take out a few herbs and some prepared potion from the medicine cabinet, grind them and mix them together, steam them for a while and then filter them, then "bang" put the bowl of medicine of suspicious color on the table, and turned around and strode out of the infirmary.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

Sun Zhu pulled Said, who had recovered a moment from the fall, to sit in the soft chair in the infirmary. She leaned in to smell the bowl of medicine, which had a mixed scent of licorice and mint. There seemed to be some sediment at the bottom, which might be the residue of lily and honeysuckle. But she didn't know whether the wizarding world would use such common Muggle plants as medicine. She just thought Snape was absolutely reliable in this regard, so she fed him a little bit at a time with a spoon.

Madam Pomfrey came back half an hour later, carrying two Ravenclaws who had hit their heads while trying to figure out how the movable staircase worked.

If Sun Zhu was awake at this moment, he would be very sorry that there was no Quidditch player among them.

Pomfrey was shocked to see two Hufflepuffs dozing in the chairs. She stuffed the little eagle in her hand into the treatment cabin, reached out to separate the two badgers that seemed to be stuck together, and then checked them one by one.

Fortunately, the black-haired girl only had a small red and swollen knee. In addition to the accumulated flesh wounds from the previous games, the lack of energy caused by lack of sleep, and the heat caused by excessive stress, there was no major problem. These were all Muggle diseases. With the physique of wizards, they did not need medicine, and they could recover on their own just by paying attention to rest.

The black-haired boy had an abnormal body temperature and several bruises on his body. Although they were not serious, he was already exhausted and in a serious state of mental fatigue. Although he was already sweating, he still needed to stay here for two days for observation and recuperation. She could quickly heal the troublemakers with problems like sprains or fractures, which were her best treatment, but this kind of illness required time to recover.

Poppy Pomfrey sighed, and gently used a spell to move the boy to a bed, and adjusted the girl's sleeping position. She noticed the medicine bowl on the table, sniffed it, and realized that the patient had already taken the potion. Although it was not her usual formula, the potency was strong and would take effect quickly.

She usually wouldn't use this formula on students with weak bodies, for fear of side effects, but this boy seemed to be in normal condition, which might be related to the fact that he was a Quidditch player.

What she was most concerned about was this group of restless little guys, most of whom were frequent visitors to her place, and would visit her for various reasons. She was originally best at solving misused spells and accidentally taken potions, but thanks to them, because practice makes perfect, she became best at setting bones.

Sun Zhu moved his sore neck and arms and shoulders that were numb from being rested on by someone, then rubbed his eyes and sat up from the chair.

"Hey, where's Cedric when I'm that old?" she asked stupidly to Madam Pomfrey who was busy.

Pomfrey turned his head and glanced at her: "Could it be that I took it for drug testing?"

Sun Zhu covered his mouth and said embarrassedly: "Hey, we are bothering you again."

She glanced at the bed area and saw someone sleeping soundly, but there were many beads of sweat on his forehead. So she wrung out a towel and wiped it, then covered his forehead with it to cool him down.

"I've never seen your kind of treatment before."

"Well, it's a common method used by Muggles. I don't know if it works, but it shouldn't do any harm." Sun Zhu said with a worried look on his face, "How long will it take for him to recover?"

"Two or three days. After you recover, you must be careful, otherwise you will definitely collapse again."

"Really? If he goes to compete again, it will hurt him a lot."

"What do you think? A healthy little wizard will be exhausted and even covered with scars when going to the competition. What good can a person who has just recovered from an illness do?" Pomfrey decided to scare her so that these children would not always take care of their bodies. In fact, the recovery ability of little wizards of this age is amazing. At most, they can't reach their peak during the competition.

Sun Zhu had a bitter face and said with difficulty: "Then... let's admit defeat in the game the day after tomorrow."