Forget

Cho pressed the doorknob.She could feel the pressure coming from the outside of the door panel, as if someone had pushed something heavy against the door.Cho held her wand in her hand and raised her voice, "Who? Who's outside?"

But she didn't get an answer.Qiu frowned, put his ear against the door, and listened carefully for a while, but still didn't hear anything.She thought for a while, then raised her wand lightly, and the letter lying on the dining table suddenly burst into a blue flame.After Qiu watched the flame slowly disappear, he pulled the door open with a sudden force.

Immediately, a figure covered in blood fell in.Qiu was taken aback, and after looking carefully for a while, he could distinguish the appearance of this person from the bloodstains, so he was taken aback again: "Harry?"

When this cognition was formed in his mind, Qiu also had no time to think, and went directly to the door, kicking and kicking Harry into the room.She stood at the door and scanned her surroundings vigilantly, but there was not even a moon in the sky, and there was only pitch black darkness around.Qiu gritted her teeth, although if someone saw it, there would inevitably be another incident, but the current situation really did not allow her to check it carefully.So she quickly retreated into the house, locked the door, and with a wave of her wand, drew all the curtains.

After doing all this, Qiu squatted down beside Harry.She looked carefully at Harry's face, confirmed that Harry was still conscious, and then moved her gaze down to his shoulder blades.The clothing material there was completely torn off, and a wound with deep bone visible on the exposed skin was horribly turned outwards, and some festered extensions were suspiciously dark gray. It seemed that the wound had been wounded for a long time, but there was still blood. The beads kept oozing out.Qiu took a hasty glance, and in the place she could see now, there were no less than a dozen wounds like this, and there were even countless small wounds.Cho picked up his wand and cast a Healing Charm on Harry's shoulder, a milky white light flashed, the wound no longer oozes blood, but the dark gray trace is still obvious.

Qiu's eyebrows were furrowed again: "It's a bit difficult...I've never seen this kind of wound. —Who did you fight with?"

Hearing Qiu's voice, Harry seemed to finally realize that there was someone beside him.He turned his head with difficulty to try to see who it was, but his lenses were covered in blood, and it took him a lot of effort to finally combine those indistinct images.He saw the black-haired girl, and the milky white light that hadn't faded from the tip of the wand in her hand: "Qiu? You... are you a healer?"

"I hope your purpose of this question is not to determine the qualifications of a female therapist. My dear, you know that this may involve sexism, which is a big deal." Qiu said casually, cleaning his glasses . "Now can you tell me who the person who fought with you is? If you can know what spell is used, it will be much easier to treat."

Therapist...therapist...

- Now I have a therapist in my house!

Harry finally regained consciousness.As soon as he turned over and sat up, he opened the cloak that he had been holding tightly in his arms: "Save him first! Save him quickly!"

Qiu felt that she would use up all the scares in a year in one night.She watched suspiciously as Harry's hand opened the cloak, and a man with light blond hair and a pale face appeared in front of her.

"This is... Malfoy?" Cho couldn't help covering her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from screaming, but her eyes looked terrified.Her gaze returned to Harry's weird wound, and she vaguely had an answer in her heart. "Merlin! You broke into Dispel?!"

"Cho! Are you okay?!" Hermione's voice came from the hall.As a friend who could apparate directly into the hallway, it was actually the first time she had used this privilege. "I rushed over as soon as I heard from you...Harry?" Hermione's hurried steps stopped the moment she saw Harry. "Sure enough, you found Dispel."

"I'll tell you this story slowly later, now, save him quickly, I don't know how long he can wait." Harry said hastily, he tried to help Draco up, but obviously his strength was exhausted, He could only hold onto Draco's body, but he couldn't move an inch. "He took the potion of hell, and I have fed the antidote, but he still can't wake up."

"Don't worry, let me check." Qiu said reassuringly.As she drew a spell with her wand, Draco's body rose slightly in the air with her movement, and floated towards the sofa.

"Harry? You're bleeding a lot, do you want to clean it up?" Hermione asked, seeing Qiu stop in front of the sofa, then turned her head to face Harry again.

"Hmm...not in a hurry..." Harry still hadn't looked back, he tried his best to look in the direction of the sofa, and replied rather perfunctorily.

"Are you unable to stand up? I have also read some related books, do you want me to check it for you?" Hermione continued to ask.

"...It's okay..." Harry didn't know if he heard it, but he still replied perfunctorily.

"..." Hermione looked helplessly at Harry's appearance.For a moment, she felt like she was taking care of an adolescent child.But she continued to ask patiently: "It's hard to see anything from this angle. How about I help you to the sofa next to you? You can see it more clearly there."

This time Harry looked away and nodded, "Yeah."

Hermione sighed secretly in her heart, stood up and grabbed Harry's arm, and with some difficulty helped him to the side sofa.Qiu was still doing the examination, she was chanting some spell in a low voice, and the light milky white light slowly enveloped Draco.

As soon as Hermione looked down, she saw the wound on Harry's arm, still dripping blood quietly.She couldn't help frowning, but the owner of this arm didn't seem to feel anything, just staring at the other sofa.

Hermione quietly used a Hemostatic Charm, but it didn't work.But she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only keep staring at Harry to avoid any unnecessary accidents.

After all, adolescent children are the most difficult to bring up.