HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Severus walked into the medical wing quietly in the moonlight. Madam Pomfrey had gone to rest. The only people in the entire medical wing were Xia, who was lying on the bed, and Quink, who was still unconscious not far from her.

Severus saw a bottle of sleeping potion in the cabinet next to him. He stood beside the cabinet and wondered what the effect would be if he mixed the two potions together. Existing knowledge did not tell him this, so he had to give up the idea.

I'd better feed him bottle by bottle, Severus thought with some regret.

It was not difficult to feed Kunk the medicine prepared in advance. Just pinch his nose and his mouth would open. The man holding a bottle of black potion had no mercy on his thoughts.

But when he really pinched the nose of the person on the bed, he found that he was totally wrong: his hands were dirty...

After pouring the bowl of medicine in without mercy, Severus wiped his hands vigorously with Quink's robe until his hands were flushed. He stopped the action only then.

After finishing what he wanted to do, Severus didn't want to stay here any longer. He stood in front of Xia's bed and looked at her with her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, as if she had had a nightmare.

Just then, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside. It was undoubtedly one of the Gryffindors who loved to wander at night.

Severus made some noise and hid in a corner. Sure enough, the owner of the footsteps became more anxious after hearing the noise. Hiding behind the curtain, Severus could not see who the other person was.

"Shia. Did you have a nightmare? I heard something fall and thought you woke up."

It was Ender. Severus heard the familiar voice and looked through the gap in the curtain. After confirming the identity, he left with peace of mind. What happened next had nothing to do with him.

However, he decided to extort a potion book, otherwise he would feel sorry for touching the troll's hand.

Thinking of this, Severus began to feel uncomfortable again. His hand...

Ender didn't know there was a person hiding behind the curtain behind him, and naturally he didn't know what Severus had done.

He looked at Xia's face and felt that he had to do something. He turned his eyes away from Xia's face, looked away, and then saw...

"Quink."

Ender bit out the name, then slowly stood up, holding his wand tightly in his hand, and slowly walked to Kunk's bed.

There was a faint flame flickering at the top of the wand. As the wand moved, sparks jumped and gently touched Kunk's slightly round cheek, which did not wake Kunk from his coma. On the contrary, the sparks left a black mark on his face, as if it was a mark of burns.

Ender knew what his wand was doing, and he also knew that these marks were not brands and could be wiped away easily.

His reason kept reminding him not to go too far, not to overdo it. Ender was fed up with it. It was his reason that always reminded him...

Ender's hand holding the wand gradually dropped. He didn't need to use the wand to take revenge on Quink. He could just drag him to an empty room and use his fists. The one he really needed to deal with with the wand was the Death Eater.

But how come Kunk can sleep so well that he hasn’t woken up yet?

After staying with Xia long enough, the sky was already turning white, and Ander wanted to go back.

He took a glass of water and placed it next to Xia's bed, smoothed her brows and left.

The hospital wing was some distance away from Gryffindor Tower. When Ender returned to his dormitory, he felt extremely tired, even more tired than after running around with James all day.

He lay in bed, his mind full of the image of Xia in the infirmary. His parents didn't know about this yet, how could he tell them? It was impossible to hide it. If it was just Quink and no Death Eaters were involved, they might be able to resolve it with a friendly private exchange. But if it involved Death Eaters, it was a different matter, and Quink might just be a cover...

"Hand it over." A hoarse voice sounded in my ears.

"I don't have what you want."

"Really?" The magic wand lifted the chin of the man lying on the ground, "But, it's all with you."

The man underground sneered. He pulled the wand that was raised to his chin away suddenly, "Okay, I don't have patience."

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting."

The wand's master watched with satisfaction as his captive twisted his body into a look of agony.

"Now, tell me."

The answer was silence. The owner of the magic wand felt extremely bored. He said to the people guarding outside the dungeon: "Watch out, don't let my guest die so easily."

When he left, the only person in the entire dungeon was the man lying on the ground.

Ender walked out from the shadows. He didn't know how he got here. This place made Ender feel very uncomfortable. It was cold and damp.

And after saying those heart-wrenching words, he felt as if his whole body was on fire.

He bit his lips hard and dared not make any sound.

Ender looked at the man lying on the ground. The man might have been here for some time, and his body was covered with dirt and blood.

He walked over and whispered, "Hey, can you hear me? Wake up, wake up, where is this? Why are you here?"

The man still didn't respond. Ander wondered if his voice was too soft. But if he spoke louder, would the people outside hear it?

"Um, Miss? Ma'am?" Ander felt that he was being a little rude. She looked very young, perhaps only fifteen, but he called her Ma'am.

She moved a little, and Ander became a little worried, wondering if she had really heard his presumptuous address.

"sorry, I--"

Ander apologized hastily, trying to say that he didn't mean to yell like that.

But when he saw the man's face covered by hair in the dim light, he was stunned.

"Shia?!"