This study tour starting from Hogwarts...or more accurately, it should be an "escape" trip. From crossing the ocean to returning to the mainland and settling in Italy, it was indeed a very long trip. In order to ensure that students can receive timely and effective treatment when they encounter injuries along the way, Madam Pomfrey naturally became one of them.
To be honest, as a school doctor and head nurse who has worked at Hogwarts for many years, Mrs. Pomfrey's treatment skills are naturally beyond praise, but she is still very old after all. For her, this trip was more about the exhaustion of traveling and traveling.
However, because she has been working for Hogwarts since she was young, she obviously has a very strong affection for this school and the batches of teachers and students in it. Even though she has not been able to get a good rest these days due to physical reasons, once a student needs treatment, she will still resolutely put on a white scarf and go out to see the doctor and make medicine for him personally.
Just like now, in this large room specially set aside for her by Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey was carefully examining the unconscious Colin.
As for Jimmy and the others who had just sent poor Colin over, Madam Pomfrey sent him outside to wait as soon as they put Colin down.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
Suddenly, accompanied by a burst of messy footsteps and voices, the door of this temporary ward was knocked.
Hearing a knock on the door, Madam Pomfrey, who was bending down to check if there were any unusual changes in Colin, couldn't help but frown slightly - she didn't like anyone to disturb her while she was working, as many students knew. In the past, this tough old lady even had a strong record of being kicked out of the ward by Dumbledore.
As a result, Jimmy and others who had carried Colin over before had not tried to disturb her anymore even though they were turned away. They just waited outside with great anxiety for the door to open.
Madam Pomfrey obviously knew this, so when she heard the door being knocked, she knew that it was probably McGonagall or some other professor who had arrived.
"Please come in."
With Madam Pomfrey's consent, the door was gently opened with a click.
"How is Mr. Creevey?"
The person who came was naturally Professor McGonagall who came in a hurry after hearing the news. However, except for Sirius who came with him, the other students, including the little wizard who reported the news, still failed to enter the ward.
"Mr. Creevey himself is fine. I just checked, and it seems that he just suffered a not-so-strong spell impact on his head... It's a bit like using the wand forcefully after it was damaged - you know, It's like creating the wrong curse and then it backfires on you."
Madam Pomfrey briefly stated her judgment. Obviously, this kind of situation is not too uncommon among young wizards over the years...especially among lower grade students. Students often accidentally break their own... wand, and then hit himself by some abnormal spells generated by malfunctioning spells.
As an experienced magician school nurse, Madam Pomfrey would definitely not be wrong about this kind of thing.
However, just as Professor McGonagall's heart dropped slightly because of this...
"But the problem is," Madam Pomfrey added immediately, "I just looked at Mr. Creevey's wand... it seems to be intact."
As she spoke, she picked up a white enamel tray from the trolley next to where potions and treatment supplies were placed. There was a wand with some branches and a slight curvature placed in it.
It was Colin's wand, made of hornbeam, about ten inches, and very tough.
Professor McGonagall looked at Colin who was still unconscious, then took out his wand and waved it lightly, passing it over Colin's wand in the tray, and his brows suddenly frowned even more.
"Indeed, there is no damage, but it is well maintained... Pre-flashback spell."
At the end, Mag cast a flashback spell on the wand, and then saw Colin's wand tremble slightly, and a stun spell popped out of the tip. This coma spell was not very powerful, and with just a little casualness from Mag, the brilliance of the spell disappeared again.
Apparently, this curse was probably the culprit that caused Colin to faint.
But, what does this mean? Does it mean that Colin actually took his well-maintained magic stick, then turned the tip of the stick upside down and fired a stun spell at his head
oh! Merlin... Colin Creevey, the little Gryffindor lion, although he does often have problems with his head, he is not stupid enough to do such a thing. What's more, if he really did this, would Jimmy, who was with him at the time, not say anything
"Mr. Perks, please come in!"
After a short pause, Mag turned around and called towards the door. The next moment, Jimmy, who had been waiting outside anxiously, immediately opened the door and rushed in.
"Professor, Colin... is he okay?"
As Colin's good friend, Jimmy actually entered school a year later than him, but whether it was mentally or physically, Jimmy, the fat guy, was much more mature than the skinny Colin. To be honest, if this disaster hadn't happened, Jimmy would have been a good prospect as a Quidditch beater!
However, he was still a child of just over thirteen years old. This time Colin suddenly fainted, and he was really panicked. If there weren't others present at the time, he might not have even remembered carrying Colin to Madam Pomfrey.
"It's okay. Mr. Creevey may wake up in a while, so don't worry." Professor McGonagall comforted him first, allowing him to calm down for a while. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Perks, Can you tell me more about Mr. Creevey’s details before and after he fell into coma? The more details, the better!”
"Ah... Okay! Okay!" Jimmy was stunned for a moment, then recalled vigorously, "At that time... Colin and I just happened to see Ms. Rich and they were here again, so we wanted to inform everyone... "
Jimmy was actually a little confused about how Colin fainted, because he really couldn't remember what happened at the time that would have caused Colin to become like this. But since Professor McGonagall asked, he still told everything he remembered in detail.
And while Jimmy was painstakingly searching for memories, Sirius, who had followed Mag here, seemed to be slightly distracted, as if he was thinking about something else.