Forget

Greenmore Square NO.12 suddenly became crowded.Many people in white coats came and went, and various healing instruments were brought in one after another, and then placed in the designated positions. Some people gathered around the dining table as if they were preparing some medicine, while others surrounded Around the couch, do some supportive therapy for Harry who is still awake.But even though there are so many people busy to and fro, the room is very quiet.If it had to be said, the only voice probably came from Qiu.

At this time, Qiuhu was lying on the small sofa next to him, with a thick stack of various books piled up in front of him, and there was another book in his arms that was not so honest, always trying to use the side pages like sharp teeth. Something to bite Qiu's finger.Qiu seems to have gotten used to the small movements of this book, she can always move her fingers immediately when she is about to be bitten, and quickly turn to the next page.She looked extremely tired. As she said, she really didn't have time to close her eyes all night. The book Mrs. Pince sent was very comprehensive. It is proficient, but it doesn't care much.Fortunately, there were no terrible side effects after using it on Harry, so she handed over the follow-up monitoring work to the nurses seconded from St. Mungo's, and she took the opportunity to rest for a while.

"Ronnie, you can use a little more strength, otherwise it won't be effective." She said it was a rest, but Qiu couldn't take her eyes off the nurses' movements at all. "I should have invited you over last night, otherwise I wouldn't have to wait until this morning to give him a bath." Qiu recalled Harry's appearance when he just came back, and couldn't help but wipe his hands again.

"Merlin, why are there so many people!" The door opened with a click, and then closed with a bang.Then came Hermione's voice. "Qiu! Did you see that? A lot of people gathered outside! There seem to be reporters!"

"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm going to transfer people and machines from St. Mungo's, so I can't keep hiding the house." Qiu replied lazily. "But it's only been a few hours since I lifted the hide, how many people can there be..."

"Very, many." Hermione replied, drawing down all the curtains hastily. "I forgot to ask you, was Harry seen by anyone when he came back yesterday?"

"I really don't know. It was too dark outside and I didn't see anything." Qiu thought about it. "Besides, you also saw Harry's appearance yesterday, there is no way I would leave him alone and go outside to check first."

While the two were talking, suddenly the door was knocked several times, and then a newspaper slipped in from the letter box next to the door.Hermione stretched out her hand and pinched the newspaper: "Mr. Harry Potter is suspected of being seriously injured. St. Mungo's set up a special treatment team and is doing all it can to treat it—the news from the Daily Prophet is too fast, right?! Where did they know?!"

"It's not impossible if you have to say it." Qiu pointed to the instruments in the room. "Just by sending these instruments over, it's impossible not to be known - but I'm also curious about how so fast? It's only been a few hours!"

"Are you getting a little too aggressive?" Hermione frowned at the nurses in the room. "Are they reliable?"

"Are you kidding me? We have two seriously wounded here. One took the potion of hell, and the other went to Dispel to fight for his life without fear of death. As for the magic power that the two of them soaked in Dispel, Other people would have died a few times earlier. To be honest, I still feel that the manpower and equipment are still not enough." Qiu said. "As for the nurses, you can also rest assured that we all made an unbreakable oath when we joined the job. Unless someone dies, otherwise nothing will happen." Qiu paused and said again. "Besides, I called them here mainly to help Harry with some adjuvant treatment. This project is actually quite huge. The speed at which the two of us clean up the wound is really not enough. They will leave after finishing."

"I asked for leave." Hermione sat down next to Qiu, pressing her fingers on her forehead. "What to do, I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen. ——How long will it take for Harry to wake up?"

"As a therapist, I only have a say in the last half of your sentence." Qiu shrugged. "Harry's problem is not serious, maybe one day, maybe two days, maybe he will wake up soon. His main problem is trauma, although it's serious, but I'm still a little bit confident. I'm more worried about the other one."

"Didn't you say he was fine?" Hermione asked back.

"If you lied to Harry, if you don't say that, can Harry rest assured and let me check his own injuries?" Qiu said with a sigh. "But it's not really a lie, it's true that there are very few injuries, and they can basically be ignored. It's just..." Qiu shook his head. "You also know that the medicine he took is really tricky. Even if there is an antidote, the effect will be very different depending on the timing of taking it. No one can tell what the result will be at what timing. It happened for a reason. I can only say that it is a good result to save his life like he is now. To be honest, I have no idea what will happen next."

"You're right. I can be sure that the antidote is fine, but the clinical reaction... how to put it, it's really random. But during the war, everyone didn't care too much about it. It's normal not to be able to save it. Fortunately." After Jing Qiu said this, Hermione also remembered.She lowered her voice. "you mean……"

"I'm not sure. I don't have much affection for him, but this person is too cruel to himself. I even suspect that the formula of the last bottle was changed by him, because I have the impression that the proportion of hallucinogens It's not that big. So how effective this antidote can be... really depends on fate." Qiu clicked his tongue. "I'm afraid of Harry... I can't hide this situation from him for the rest of my life, and I will definitely ask him when he wakes up... But I really don't know how to tell him."

Hermione fell backwards, closing her eyes.After a long time, he said, "Let's take a step and see."

**

After the war, all walks of life in the wizarding world started a new round of rapid recovery, and the same was true for the newspaper industry.It’s just that due to the vacillation of the Daily Prophet during the war, and the sudden emergence of other newspapers such as the Quibbler, the Daily Prophet, which originally occupied the entire market, is in decline. Although the Ministry of Magic’s mandatory subscription Played a certain role, but the market share is still shrinking.

But recently things have started to change again.As the continuous reporting unfolded, the circulation of the Daily Prophet began to increase day by day, and it was likely to make a comeback.The mysterious itinerary and current situation of the savior have gradually become the main topic of conversation after dinner. People don’t care who made such reports, as long as their curiosity is satisfied.

"But isn't this too messy?" Hermione quickly flipped through the headlines on the front page of the Daily Prophet that she had received in the past few days. "What's all this?' St. Mungo's beautiful therapist hasn't left for nearly half a month, and whether the savior was injured is gradually becoming a mystery', 'A female married old friend hasn't returned home for many days, and she went here', 'She stayed behind closed doors , The life style of the savior has sparked many discussions'??? What do you want to do?"

"It's pretty good, at most it's a little lace. It's a good thing they didn't find out that there was another person in the room, otherwise it would have been really explosive news." Qiu was very optimistic, but soon became worried. "But according to their posture, how long do you think it will take for them to find out about Malfoy?"

"It's probably coming soon, look at this, 'There are different opinions on the injury of the savior, whether there is an abuse of medical resources needs to be paid attention to'." Hermione slapped the newspaper on the table. "With what Harry's doing, it's not enough to use something good?"

"What for what?"

A voice came from behind.

Hermione and Qiu hurriedly put away the newspapers on the table, and when they turned around, they saw Harry sitting up from the sofa rubbing his forehead.

"Harry?" Hermione couldn't hide her surprise.

"Look, I said he's about to wake up, right?" Qiu Ye became happy and said in a low voice.

Hermione ignored her and asked, "Is it better?"

"Yeah. It feels like I've slept for a long time, and my mind is a little confused." Harry stretched his neck. "You just said, what are you using?"

"No, nothing." Hermione pushed the newspaper back a little further. "We're talking about Qiu, she brought so many instruments from St. Mungo's to examine and treat you, and we're discussing whether it will work."

"Check..." Harry shook his head, looking around as if remembering something. "Where's Draco? Where is he?"