Hufflepuff never works overtime

After coaxing the other party for a while, Hermione raised her head and smiled wryly and shook her head at Madam Pomfrey. Can this be considered sober?

Madam Pomfrey held back her smile, trying to maintain a steady image, she walked quickly to the dispensing room, and told Hermione, "I'll get her medicine, and I'll be back soon, don't worry about it. Let her fall asleep, otherwise waking her up later will make her feel more uncomfortable, let her rest first."

Hermione nodded. After the other party left, it seemed that only the two of them were left under the cover of the curtain. She could clearly feel the other party's unusual body temperature and trembling panting.

Alas... how can you be so uneasy.

Carefully tucking Faise's fine hair sticking to the corner of her mouth back behind her ears, exposing the red tips of the other's ears, Hermione felt that after this incident, she should also ask Madam Pomfrey for some relevant healing knowledge.

Looks like Sir Nicholas can only be disappointed tonight, hope Ron, Harry and Tarsila have a good time at the banquet.

Hermione was still thinking about how to bring the news that she and Faise couldn't go to the two boys, but it was a pity that Tarsila had been dragged away so quickly that she didn't have time to think about it.

Faise in her arms suddenly coughed a few times, her whole body was like a wilted flower bud, her body curled up with her head down, and she didn't have much strength to hold her hand.

These coughs that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be the last line of defense that had been breached, followed by more rapid panting and a series of uncontrollable coughing sounds.

Hermione watched impatiently. While patting the other person's back, she pulled out the wand in the cloak and carefully poured a glass of water, measured the temperature with her hand and handed it to the other person's lips.

It's a pity that I only got the headstrong shake of the headstrong child, "Don't drink...sore throat."

"How can you get better if you don't drink a cold?" Speaking of stubbornness, Hermione herself is not so easy to give in. She just raised her hand there, keeping the cup wall and the other's lips in constant contact.

Faith resisted the movement of turning her head, and even caused warm water to flow down the corners of her tightly closed mouth and slip into her collar.

Forget it... What's the point of competing with the patient, she's almost turning into a fool.

Since there were no paper towels in the field of vision, Hermione had no choice but to use her cuff to wipe the water stains on the other party's face and neckline.

"Okay, okay, don't drink, okay?"

It was all because the rabbi spoiled her too much, and drank fruit juice and drinks along with her every day, which caused the other party to hardly drink plain water, and this phenomenon became more serious after entering Hogwarts, Hufflepuff The beverage self-service machine in the lounge has almost become the other party's daily water replenishment station.

Ban all your drinks and snacks starting tomorrow!

Hermione frowned her slender eyebrows, stared fiercely at the other person's hair, and made a silent plan in her heart.

"Hermione..." The soft call in her arms pulled her back from her thoughts, and she almost instinctively followed the other person's words.

"What's the matter, Fay?"

The other party tried to put his head close to his ear, but after moving up several times, he slid back. Hermione, who finally understood Faise's intention, leaned down so that she could rest her chin on her shoulder.

Faith's short and fiery breath hit her ear, her voice was deliberately lowered, and she asked carefully with a little grievance, "Why did the doctor leave? Is it because I didn't bring my medical card and money?"

"No, she's busy mixing medicine, and she should be back soon."

Hermione patted the other person on the back. She actually enjoyed the feeling of Faith being dependent on her, but unfortunately this was only available when the other person was sick.

Faise snorted a few times, and then slowly opened her mouth. The hoarse and vague voice took Hermione a lot of time to understand what the other party wanted to express.

"Then... is it because children who need their parents to accompany them can see a doctor?"

--------------

The author's words:

Happy Valentine's Day everyone~

Regardless of whether you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend today, you might as well watch the two little stickers and have fun!

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

"Of course not," Hermione's negative tone was firm, but the uncontrollable sourness at the tip of her nose quickly spread to her heart, and her gradually reddened eye sockets revealed her inner emotions.

After hesitating for a moment, Hermione rested her chin on the other's hair, and rubbed it lightly.

"I will be with you, even if Mrs. Orest is gone, I will always be with you."

This was something she had made up her mind from the day she opened the door of the other party's room and saw the girl sitting alone on the bed crying silently.

Encircling Faith's hand with more strength, Hermione couldn't help feeling in her heart how much uneasiness and grievances the other party's slender body carried, and she didn't even realize it.

"It hurts, Hermione...you're pushing too hard."

His over-excitement seemed to have aroused the other party's dissatisfaction, and the restless kitten in his arms fiddled with its soft paws, trying to break free.

Hermione hastily relaxed a little, and calmed him down again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did it hurt you?"

Faith changed her position slowly and buried her face in the opponent's arms, trying to make her ribs 'tortured' by the lion cub feel better.

She enjoyed the warmth in front of her, and put her cold hands on the other side's waist with peace of mind.

Faith's hand got into the sweater unexpectedly, and her skin was only separated by a thin layer of shirt. When the two touched, Hermione shuddered subconsciously, but she didn't open her mouth to refuse, and even used a warm The palm of the hand covered the back of the opponent's hand.

Obviously, he is not the delicate Ravenclaw who can impress her with profound words, nor the proud Slytherin who has the confidence to support her, nor the keen Hufflepuff who can read her mind.

Hermione wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know what to say, and she didn't dare to comfort the other party rashly, fearing that her pity would hurt Faise instead, all she could do was at the most vulnerable moment of the other party , use actions to interpret companionship, and hope that my temperature can be conveyed to this sensitive and strong little guy.

When Madam Pomfrey walked in with the potion, she saw such a harmonious scene. She gently placed the red potion on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and asked Hermione in a low voice, "Is she asleep?" ?”

Hermione could feel the irregular breathing above her belly, she immediately shook her head, and gently pushed Faise's body, "Get up quickly, Faise, you can sleep well after drinking the medicine."

Faise struggled for a while, and reluctantly let go of her hand warmer. She was indeed too sleepy and tired. If it wasn't for Hermione always talking to herself, she would probably have fallen asleep in a daze.

Seeing that there was only one mouthful of potion, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the high fever did affect part of the opponent's ability to think, it would probably take a lot of work for this sugar addict to honestly down this cup of potion that didn't look very tasty.

Madam Pomfrey had already gone to receive new patients, while Hermione left the bed for a short while, first readjusted the warm water that had just cooled down to a temperature suitable for the entrance, then went to wash her hands, and took the A pack of tissues.

It's a pity, I should have prepared a candy with me when I came out.

I know that feeding medicine must be fast, accurate, and ruthless. As for this method...

Because my grandparents kept a puppy in a house in the suburbs, when she visited during the summer vacation, she saw her father give it deworming medicine many times, so the overall process is still clear.

Hermione let Faise lie on the bed and covered the back of the other's head and chest with pillows, and sat beside her under the other's curious gaze.

"Face, just 'ah', I'll put the pill in, and it won't hurt anymore."

Without carefully observing what Hermione was holding in her hand, Faise nodded honestly, and opened her mouth wide after she had fully prepared herself.

Unexpectedly, an extremely viscous liquid with a pungent smell dripped down her tongue, and she almost subconsciously wanted to turn sideways and spit out this disgusting thing.

However, how could Hermione, who had been prepared for a long time, let Faise succeed? She skillfully covered the opponent's mouth with one hand, and pressed the weight of her body properly. While resisting the opponent's struggle, she forced Let her drink the medicine.

Fortunately, the curtains on both sides were drawn, otherwise, if outsiders saw this scene, I was afraid that it would not take long for Professor McGonagall to talk to him because of the rumors.

After confirming that the opponent's throat was about to swallow, Hermione immediately let go of Faise, and sent the white water to the opponent's mouth before the limp fist hit her body.

"Drink Shui Feisi quickly, it won't be bitter in your mouth after drinking."

This persuasion took immediate effect. The stubborn child who refused to drink water just now was like a puppy after a walk on a scorching summer day, with his head raised, gulping down the bitter taste in his mouth with the sweet white water.

Being so frightened by Hermione, Faise felt that her erratic rationality had returned a lot, at least when the nausea caused by the medicine, she tried her best to resist the urge to spit out all the medicine in her stomach.

Otherwise, she knew that she would definitely experience such a tragedy again.

Watching Faise obediently pour two glasses of water into her stomach with satisfaction, the little lion, who was still full of warmth just now, selectively ignored the other party's condemning eyes.

It wasn't until the third glass of water was handed to Faith's mouth that she was resisted and pushed away by the other party that Hermione wiped her palm and the edge of Faise's mouth with a tissue.

Although the other party tried to express their dissatisfaction in a non-cooperative way, the little lion told Faise personally that even she was not his opponent in normal times, let alone someone who could not use her limbs after illness.

After all this tossing, Hermione was also sweating all over. Madam Pomfrey's medicine took effect very quickly. White smoke began to waft from Faise's head and ears intermittently, and her little head began to drowsy bit by bit. .

Hermione took off her outermost coat and stuffed the sleepy Faise into the bed. The medicine Madam Pomfrey gave her should contain a lot of sleeping ingredients.

Almost as soon as she helped the other party pull the quilt under her head, she heard Faise's steady and long breathing. Although the temperature on her forehead was still a bit hot, the other party's expression seemed much more relaxed than before.

"call……"

After finishing all this, Hermione let out a long sigh of relief. This is really a troubled Halloween.

She also yawned uncontrollably, and didn't choose to climb up to share the pitifully small hospital bed with Faise. Hermione used her wand to adjust the empty chair in the infirmary to a suitable height.

The brown head was lying on the other side's bed, occupying only a small part, and Hermione also chose to close her eyes for a short while to rest.

-------------

The author's words:

It's over!I don’t know if you are satisfied with this wave~

It's really time to start the main line o(≧口≦)o Ginny has been waiting for three chapters...

Thanks to the hard work of the big guys, I owe two more updates, but since I am going back to school soon and have a lot of things to do, I will add more updates this weekend!

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

Dreams in a fever are always bizarre.

In the dream, Faise was being chased by a huge, face-faced Quaffle, and the broom beneath her was flickering forward, as if she would be slammed down from above in the next second.

The wand in her hand turned into a lollipop at some point, no matter how she waved it, she couldn't cast any spells.

The hot sun was hanging high above her head, and she felt that she was about to melt with the lollipop in her hand, but the Quaffle behind her was getting closer and closer, and the sense of urgency made her breathless under the pressure of the wind.

"Run away... the heat..."

Sensitively hearing the other party's murmur of unknown meaning, Hermione immediately opened her eyes and ended her short nap. When she looked up, she saw a steady stream of white smoke coming out of the other party's head.

The quilt on Faise's body was opened, most of her body was exposed, and her hands were still waving in the air.

Hermione held the other's hand with some concern, and helped her cover the quilt again, but she didn't expect that after a while, the quilt she had just tucked in was kicked away by those restless legs again.

Guessing that Faith should be burning up now, her body was uncomfortably hot, Hermione covered her forehead with a cold wet towel, and the muttering in the other party's mouth immediately subsided a lot.

Patiently pushing the opened quilt under the other person, Hermione moved her chair a little towards the head of the bed. She had to do a good job of caring for the patients, but it was a bit boring to be so silly in a daze.

After going through the most painful time, about half an hour later, the amount and frequency of white smoke decreased significantly.

Suddenly there was some movement outside the curtain, and Hermione was still concentrating on the magazine in her hand—"Interview with the Therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds". She just asked Madam Pomfrey for the boredom-relieving book.

"They don't have a dentist...then how do wizards check their teeth?" Hermione shook her head puzzled and muttered.

This time, the patient's condition seemed to be more troublesome, and the sound of small conversations outside had not stopped, but this was not enough to interrupt Hermione's reading and Faise's sleep.

Suddenly, the emotions of the patient's family members became agitated, their volume suddenly rose, and their dissatisfaction and loud complaints could be heard in the entire medical room.

"But she looks listless, why can't I give her a refreshing potion?"

"Yes, yes, maybe this is a precursor to a cold, and it may not necessarily be!"

The quiet atmosphere in the infirmary is the norm. Occasionally, there will be the sound of students coughing and blowing their noses. Even in communication, they try to keep their voices down as much as possible. I don’t know who are ignorant people, but they are making noise here.

Hermione couldn't help frowning, she put the towel that had slipped from Faith's forehead back to its proper place, closed the magazine in her hand and put it on the bedside table, opened the curtain and whispered dissatisfiedly.

"Can you please be quiet? There are still patients resting here!"

"Hermione?"

The red-haired boy was pulling two boys who looked exactly the same. They all focused their eyes on the little head that suddenly appeared behind the curtain, and Ron's expression instantly became awkward.

"Ron, Fred, and George? . . . "

Hermione also recognized the culprit of the noise. She glanced back at Faise, and after confirming that the other party was still soundly asleep, she walked out from inside.

"Why are you here?" Hermione looked sideways curiously, and found the girl sitting opposite Madam Pomfrey surrounded by three boys, "Ginny has a cold?"

"She's been listless for the past few days, so we want to bring her here so the therapist can prescribe some medicine." Ron rubbed the back of his head embarrassedly, even he knew that making noise in an infirmary full of patients What a faux pas.

"But the doctor said that she didn't have a cold, so she didn't want to give her some medicine to refresh herself!"

Fred and George looked very anxious. They lowered their voices, trying to ask Madam Pomfrey to compromise, "She has been like this for several days, we just want her to refresh herself."

"The three gentlemen who take medicine indiscriminately," Madam Pomfrey's tone was very firm, she would not compromise on issues of principle, and even Headmaster Dumbledore had no right to interfere with her treatment.

"You can't disturb other patients anymore. You can only leave one person to take care of this little girl. Let her lie on the hospital bed for a while. Any child who feels unwell can rest here."

Madam Pomfrey did not impose such seriousness on the embarrassed Ginny, she said gently to the girl, "What you need now is not a refreshing potion, but a good night's sleep, and put those messy things in your head Let go of your thoughts, kid."

Fred and George were arguing about who could stay, but no one was willing to give in. In the end, they were both driven out of the infirmary by Madam Pomfrey and Ginny, while Ron was passively awarded the duty of taking care of the patients.

He just stood stupidly beside Ginny's hospital bed, watching his sister fix everything by herself and get into bed, and the two of them didn't even have any conversation during this time.

In order not to disturb the patient's rest, he took Hermione out of the infirmary before Ginny made a sound to drive her away.

"Why are you here?" Ron first asked curiously, "Is Orest sick?"