Hogwarts Lion Girl

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale and her brows were tightly knitted when she saw Harry's arm.

"Oh! Merlin bless you! How did this child get into this state? You're going to suffer a lot now! But don't worry, I know a potion that can solve this problem, raw bone water! But this stuff doesn't taste good, you'd better be prepared!"

She looked down at Harry on the bed, her eyes flashing with deep worry, her usually gentle gaze now mixed with obvious anger and anxiety. Her hands trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing her anger towards those who had made the child like this.

Madam Pomfrey was not a person who got angry easily, but at this moment, her lips were pursed into a straight line, revealing an unbearable emotion.

The atmosphere around him was solemn. Harry tried to ease the atmosphere with a wry smile. His face was covered with traces of sweat and pain.

Madam Pomfrey quickly pulled out several bottles and jars from the cupboard, followed by a pile of bandages and shiny silver tools.

Pursing her lips, Madam Pomfrey began to get busy. Magic potions and healing spells were intertwined under her skillful manipulation. She was obviously preparing some bitter medicine to make bones grow again.

Around Harry's bed, the Gryffindor students huddled together tightly, their faces full of worry. Even the joy of victory was diluted by the current situation.

"Aha! I told you that guy didn't have much strength! Look at what he did to Harry!" Fred's tone was full of accusation and dissatisfaction.

As soon as these words came out, some students around could not help but nod their heads, with varying degrees of anger flashing in their eyes.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes, and her hands trembled as she pressed gently on Harry's shoulders. Under her nervous gaze, her lips moved as if she was looking for some words of comfort, but only a silent sigh emerged.

Ginny was leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the upside-down golden ball, obviously absent-minded. Her hands were clasped together tightly, as if only in this way could she give herself some support.

"Okay, you troublemakers! Did you see the words on the wall? No noise allowed!" Madam Pomfrey emphasized again.

The huge bottle in her hand glowed green in the dim light, with a handwritten label on it that read "Gen Gu Ling".

"The child needs a good rest, preferably a good sleep!" She continued, "Regrowing bones is not an easy task. It will be very itchy and may be painful, but there is nothing you can do about it."

Everyone spontaneously made way for her, and she walked to the bedside, looking at Harry intently, her experienced eyes seeming to assess his condition.

She quickly opened the bottle, and the steaming liquid immediately spread out, emitting a strange smell.

Madam Pomfrey poured a large cup into an exquisite silver cup. She blew away the hot steam in the cup gently and handed it to Harry carefully.

Harry took a deep breath and drank the potion in one gulp.

As soon as the medicine entered his throat, a violent cough ensued, and saliva and undissolved medicine splashed out.

Ginny moved faster than anyone else. She immediately picked up the water cup beside her and carefully and urgently fed Harry a few sips of water.

Her hands trembled slightly and her eyes were full of worry.

Harry swallowed the water with difficulty, his facial expression still painful, but then he cast a look of gratitude towards Ginny.

Ginny patted Harry's back gently, as if that would ease his pain.

After Harry caught his breath, Madam Pomfrey said to the Gryffindor students in a serious and decisive tone: "Now, Harry needs to have a good rest. This is not a place for sightseeing. Everyone, please go back."

Everyone was a little hesitant, and everyone's face was filled with the desire to stay with Harry for a while longer.

"But, Madam Pomfrey, we are really worried about him. Can you stay a little longer?" Ron said this with gritted teeth, even though he knew that this request was almost unreasonable.

"No." Madam Pomfrey's voice was calm but unwavering. Her eyes swept across the faces of each student. "Mr. Potter needs to rest, and then I have a lot of things to do to ensure that he can recover as soon as possible. I understand your feelings, but you must strictly abide by the hospital rules."

Fred and George exchanged a look, as if conveying some kind of tacit understanding to each other, and finally they reluctantly led the way out the door.

Hermione squeezed Harry's hand tightly before leaving and said goodbye to him with tears in her eyes.

The conversation at the door gradually faded away, and silence returned to the ward.

Salina whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, Hermione! Madam Pomfrey said it will be fine."

"What's going on with that Bludger? Someone must have tampered with it! He wants to harm Harry!" Hermione frowned tightly.

Colin showed confusion on his face, "But who could it be? Why target Harry..." He looked around, expecting an answer, his face full of confusion and curiosity.

……

The night fell, covering the entire Hogwarts. A few sparse stars twinkled in the quiet and deep sky. From time to time, one or two nocturnal birds streaked across the distant sky, making soft and sad calls.

By the bay window of the school infirmary, the shadows of the trees were blown by the wind, casting slender and distorted silhouettes under the moonlight, like huge, restless ghosts dancing on the curtains.

The indoor lighting is warm yellow, which makes it feel particularly cozy and peaceful.

Madam Pomfrey was probably sitting at her desk at this moment, writing notes or looking through medical records.

In the white iron bed room of the hospital, dim lights shone on each bed. The children sleeping under the matte bed curtains breathed peacefully, occasionally turning their bodies, and the slight rustling sound seemed unusually abrupt in the dull night.

Those magnificent medical books were quietly displayed on huge bookshelves, with shadows of varying shades created by the lights.

Ancient healing magic and potion recipes are recorded on the spine of each book, silently guarding the tranquility of the night.

Occasionally, the medicine bottles on the medicine cabinet would clink, as if they were conversing with the tranquility of the night.

On the wide carpet, Madam Pomfrey left faint sounds as she walked.

The hands of the clock move steadily forward in the night, and every "tick" measures the pulse of the night.

From time to time, I could hear the creaking sounds of the stairs in the distance. It might be a professor coming home late, or a ghost on duty at night.

Every sound is like a drop of water, hitting the quiet lake at night, creating ripples.

Gently surrounded by the aroma of healing milk and chocolate frogs, the school infirmary silently soothes every injured or disturbed heart, and as the darkness of the night extends, it provides the little wizards with the deepest recovery and care.

Here, time seems to be endowed with magic, flowing slowly, promoting the recovery of every inch of skin and soothing every worry in the dream.