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"The antidote is still working. I can check it again with the equipment I borrowed from St. Mungo tomorrow. But according to my judgment, there are not many new injuries on his body, so there shouldn't be any major problems." Qiu Chang Taking a long breath, he stood up and turned in Harry's direction.

"That's good..." Harry nodded vaguely, then asked hastily. "Then his consciousness...why hasn't he shown signs of waking up?"

"Probably the effect of hallucinogens. He seems to have taken a large amount of hallucinogens before, plus the amount in the hell potion... But don't worry too much about it. As long as your life is saved, all treatments will be fine. I've done a lot." Qiu's eyes focused on Harry, and he frowned again. "It's you, if you don't take care of these wounds...Harry!"

Qiu's expression suddenly changed, and even his voice became thinner.She screamed Harry's name, and almost instinctively moved her wand to Harry's side.

But still not in time. When Harry heard "it's much easier to handle", he nodded lightly, his body that had been stiff all this time slowly relaxed, as if he had finally heard the command to relax, his eyelids rolled slightly, Then he plunged headlong to the side.

"Harry!" Hermione also noticed the abnormality. She quickly reached out her hand to grab Harry's arm, but she was still a step too slow, watching Harry, who was sitting stiffly, fall heavily on the sofa, motionless.For a moment, the picture of the building being exploded that she saw on TV with her parents when she was a child flashed through her mind. Hermione didn't have time to be dumbfounded, and directly pressed her hand on Harry's neck, feeling the slow beating of the pulse Only then did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief, and then immediately turned to Qiu. "how is he?"

"Relax, relax, if something happens to you, I'll be in a really bad situation." Qiu's movements were quick, and while she was talking, the wand in her hand had already been swept across Harry. "He's still alive, he's just too tired.—I guess he's been sleepless for the past few days, and his spirit has been in a state of high tension, so once he relaxes, his brain will automatically enter the hibernation mechanism—to some extent , His body's self-repair mechanism can still work, which is a good thing. You just need to think that he is asleep, but the sleep is relatively deep. "

Hermione finally felt relieved.

"But what I said just now is not alarmist. The wounds on his body really need to be treated. I really didn't expect that he would dare to resist those magic blades on Dispel Island—those are simply powers from hell." Qiu rolled up his sleeves, leaned down and used his magic wand to lightly probe the gray marks.

"You're right. I've been terrified these days. I don't really want Harry to actually find Dispel - I really don't believe he's going to get out of that damn place. But I didn't stop him .” Hermione shook her head, looking a little tired. "I dare not think - I thought I was going to be a sinner through the ages."

"I can only do some simple treatment now. I have never seen such a wound. I have to borrow some books from Mrs. Pince - I may not have time to sleep tonight." Qiu straightened up and looked around. . "Now we have to move him, this sofa is too small."

"We could move Malfoy upstairs and put Harry on the couch over there." Hermione thought for a moment. "Harry's injury can't be kept a secret for long, and although we can say we don't know anything until he wakes up, we can't stop if people come to visit, if they see Malfoy, things may become troublesome."

"You're right." Cho walked up to Draco, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked at Hermione. "Help me, we'll get him into the bedroom."

"Us?" Hermione was a little dazed, and she made a movement of waving her wand. "Can't you just move? Like you just did."

"That spell is only used in emergencies, and it takes a lot of energy," Qiu said. "The therapist is not a strong man, how can he fly around with people casually."

Draco wasn't very heavy, but it was still a bit of a struggle for the two girls, let alone Harry.With a lot of effort, the two of them moved Draco upstairs to Harry's bedroom, and moved Harry back to the couch.

"Oh, I can't do it, why is Harry so heavy?" Hermione slumped into the chair next to her, panting. "It's a good thing there's no need to take him upstairs, too."

"You don't have enough physical strength." Qiu tried to say calmly, but her tone was obviously short of breath.But she didn't pay much attention, and squatted next to Harry again.

"I'm not a manual laborer." Hermione muttered dissatisfied. "I eat my brains."

"But we don't have much time to rest now, Ms. Intellectual Worker." Qiu stretched out a hand and gently tugged at Harry's shirt. "Come and help me take off his clothes, it's stuck inside the wound."

Hermione took a quick breath and knelt down beside Qiu.Cho had staunched all the bleeding, but the horrific wounds didn't look any better.As Qiu said, several tears in the clothes were stuck inside the wound, and Hermione tugged gently, but it was of no use at all.

"How can this be done?" Hermione frowned. "I can't pull it out."

"We can't use magic at this time. We have to use our hands to pull it out bit by bit." Qiu stuffed the wand back into his pocket, leaned lower, pinched a gap with his hand, and concentrated on it as if he was doing miniature sculpture.After a while, a corner of the fabric slowly emerged from the wound.Qiu Qing relaxed her hand, took a long breath, and wiped the back of her hand on her forehead. "That's it. Although it is very laborious, it is effective anyway."

Hermione imitated her movements, and the two of them were busy for a while.I don't know how long it took before they finally took off Harry's shirt completely.

"It turns out that undressing is also a technical job." Hermione reached out and tugged at Harry's trousers, which also looked tattered. "It's a good thing that the wound on the leg didn't have this kind of situation, otherwise I would really be so tired that I would pass out if I took off another pair of pants - I have never been so tired after taking three classes at the same time... You therapists are really not easy. "

"Otherwise, what do you think..." Qiu Pan took a few deep breaths beside him. "But have you noticed that all the wounds are concentrated on the shoulder blades and back, especially the vest. There are a few wounds that just pass through, otherwise they will be fatal. Looking at the depth of those wounds, I feel terrified. "

"Shut up, I'm going to be scared to death." Hermione shook her head. "In the past few days, I can dream of some bad endings every day... I really regret not stopping him at that time."

"If you really stopped him then, I'm afraid the result would have been even worse." Qiu Youyou said.

"Worse?" Hermione wondered.

"In life, there are many times when you can't wait. If you wait for a while, you will probably regret it forever." Qiu's voice dropped.

Hermione hesitated to speak.She has never been very good at comforting others. She wants to reach out to pat Qiu, but she doesn't know where to pat.But Qiu didn't care too much.

"I really thought I could marry Cedric." Qiu held her chin and muttered aggrievedly. "I just waited for a day..." Qiu spread his hands and made a grimace. "So, no one has a way of knowing what the hell is waiting for."

There was a heavy banging from one window, and an owl hooted outside.

Qiu turned his head to take a look, and his expression returned to normal.She stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the window: "The book from Mrs. Pince has arrived."