Malfoy fell backwards, into Hermione's arms.
At this moment, the sky is dark, and a few crows occasionally fly by above the sky, and the gloomy wind howls past.
Everything was somewhat similar to Pansy's original dream, but it was still different after all, without Voldemort's terrifying laughter.
A girl was running desperately on the grass. Because she was running too fast, the white nurse's cap on her head accidentally fell off, and her waist-length silver long hair was gently swayed. She had no time to take care of these things, and ran While moving, he stroked his long hair to one side with his hands, tidied it up, and tied it into a ponytail that was easy to walk.
This is Fleur Delacour, who has been on the front line helping patients with treatment.
Now she rushed to the place where Malfoy fell for the first time.
"Get out of the way!" She pushed Hermione away impatiently. She didn't know why, but when she saw this man was injured, she was inexplicably irritable. The girl was pushed aside and almost fell down.
Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly opened his eyelids with her fingers, and his eyeballs were filled with palpitating scarlet blood.
The girl then took his arm and touched his body with her wand.
"He was under a very severe stun spell and petrification spell." Fu Rong gave her own judgment.
"Did you get hit by the Dark Lord just now?" she asked Hermione, turning her head.
Hermione's face turned pale in an instant, and the culprit was not Voldemort.
Afterwards, Fu Rong found that her palms felt a little wet. Her tall nose sniffed slightly and moved. A faint smell of blood rushed into her nasal cavity. Her sense of smell told her that the boy suffered more than this. hurt.
Following the trail of the smell, she decisively tore open the clothes on Malfoy's upper body, and a white ribbon soaked in bright red blood came into her eyes.
"Which idiot bandaged him! There are so many mistakes! Do you want him to be disabled?" Furong said angrily.
To put it simply, the wizard's medical system has an excellent curative effect on purely physical injuries.
To exaggerate, even if the hand is broken, it can still be connected.
But when encountering some problems, they are often helpless.
Some magical curses and poisons for example.
Mad-Eye Moody's blind eye was obviously caused by some curse, which cannot be recovered, so he chose to insert the magic eye.
At this time, Fu Rong's memory has not yet recovered, and she is purely looking at this issue from the perspective of medical staff. blurted out, but it was precisely because of this that he was merciless.
The last trace of blood on Hermione's face had completely faded away.
She began to blame herself frantically.
If he does become disabled, or...
She didn't dare to think about it any further.
"It's really troublesome, and there is snake venom."
"It's not that the poisoning is more serious. I'm lucky." She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Hermione's bandaging skills are average, the white fresh essence and Phoenix tears are genuine.
Fleur didn't notice Hermione's changing expression.
She ordered Hermione: "Let's put him on the stretcher together and move him to a different position. This is not a place where surgery can be performed." As she said, she untied the wrong bandage and observed being bitten by Nagini. The affected area of the injury.
The wound was bright red and did not turn black, which is the only thing to be thankful for.
Hermione helped Fleur, and several surrounding professors also rushed over, and sent Malfoy to the Hogwarts hospital.
After entering the ward, the lengthy operation began.
"Where's Draco? What happened to him? Who can tell me." A girl wearing a Slytherin uniform robe and a prefect medal on her chest stumbled to the front of the ward, asking everyone she met on the way, with a look haggard.
She only knew from other people's mouths that Draco was a hero, and the hero was seriously injured.
"He's still in surgery." Hermione squeezed Pansy's shoulder. "Be quiet, he'll be fine." Reassuring Pansy.
"You know what, right? You came back with him?" Pansy shook Hermione's shoulders as if grabbing at straws.
Those who were not present couldn't imagine the twists and turns of the battle just now. Those who were not present couldn't imagine that there were so many reversals in such a short period of time, and they couldn't describe them clearly.
"I don't want to say it." Hermione's tone was full of guilt, she turned her head to face the stone wall, and all the lost memories echoed in her mind.
Pansy sat on the bench dumbly, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the farewell that day.
After class, Malfoy invited her to Mrs. Puddife's teahouse. While she was sitting in a chair, fantasizing about various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her cards:
"I might have to go again." Malfoy raised the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea.
"Where are you going? Where is the mysterious man?" Pan Xi immediately stood up and asked in panic.
"I can only tell you this information so that you can be mentally prepared."
"You've grown up, and I think you're the one who can keep secrets with me." Malfoy gently patted the girl's head.
"Trust me, I'll be back safely." Malfoy said calmly.
Then he left.
The farewell was a bit hasty, even a bit thoughtless, but it was the last time Pansy remembered seeing Malfoy.
The girl did not make any unreasonable actions to persuade her to stay, but chose to accept it.
Because she knew that the boy's personality might as well let him concentrate on his own affairs.
"Is this what you said to come back safely?" The girl suddenly began to sob, wiping her tears with her hands.
Suddenly a pair of cold hands touched her shoulders, gently stroking and comforting her.
"Draco will be fine." There was a slight smile on the corner of Luna's mouth, but worry was still written in those gray eyes.
In the next few hours, every minute and every second was suffering. The two girls were afraid of hearing the bad news. Only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, whistling an unknown tune softly.
Pansy finally fell asleep leaning on Luna's shoulder, while Hermione stared numbly at the wooden door in front of her.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded Fu Rong who had just left.
"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy asked anxiously.
"Keep your voice down." Fu Rong didn't give them a good look, "Temporarily out of danger, but we still need to observe, if you keep arguing, his injury may worsen."
As soon as this remark came out, Pan Xi immediately covered his mouth.
After learning that his life was not in danger, the girl's haggard face showed a smile from the bottom of her heart, and the corners of her dry eyes seemed to begin to gather tears again.
Hermione sat back in her chair with relief.
"Then he woke up?" Luna asked.
"No, as I said, the patient still needs to rest now," Fu Rong rubbed her shoulder wearily.
During the operation, she was amazed by Draco's will countless times. It was really surprising that he could still hold out against Voldemort under such a serious injury and the suppression of the curse.
"It's not a little boy, I withdraw this comment." She silently thought of the words she had talked with her sister before.
She walked quickly, throwing away those worried girls.
Just as she walked around the corner and was about to get some gauze, something seemed to hit her foot.
"Dobby greets you." A house-elf said something to her, looking up and shaking his head.
"Master Draco has a letter for you, and a bottle."
Fu Rong took the envelope and the bottle, and her fingers involuntarily squeezed the two items tightly. A pale yellow envelope was crumpled, and the bottle was filled with silver-white gas.
On the envelope was written in black and correct handwriting—a letter to Mademoiselle Delacour. Seeing this line of words, Furong’s heart skipped a beat. The dark purple wax seal was stuck tightly on the seal. Tear it apart, and then a slight burning sensation came from the fingertips.
If she didn't take it apart herself. The envelope would spontaneously ignite, devouring the letter.
She began to read slowly.
The letter reads:
To Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour,
I'm sorry, actually, I see your current life is so peaceful and fulfilling, I really don't want to disturb you, it's like dropping a stone on a calm lake, causing faint ripples, and then a storm.
But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, your memory should still be returned.
Professor Dumbledore's Pensieve should be borrowed and used, he is very generous, which also directly returns your memory to its original place.
Finally I want to say.
It's been a pleasure spending time with you.
Even if you always give me trouble.
— Draco, Malfoy.
The somewhat yellowed parchment in Fu Rong's hand began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.
She had always thought that a missing memory in her life seemed insignificant to her life.
Don't worry about the regrets of the past, live in the present.
Don't be sad for the regrets of the past, hurt the spring and autumn.
But now, she suddenly felt that that memory might be extremely important to her.
"The Pensieve, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your Pensieve." Fleur found Dumbledore immediately. The old man was lying in a nearby ward, looking at a The latest Quibbler.
"My office is on the eighth floor, and the password is Sour Soda."
"By the way, how is Draco's operation going?" the old man asked loudly behind the girl.
"It's perfect!" Furong said without looking back.
Then many people saw the girl untie her nurse's white cap, tie up her long silver hair, and run in the aisle. Soon, the ugly stone statue jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found the Pensieve.
The Pensieve did what it was supposed to do
The silver-white air was floating in the basin, Furong took a deep breath, and buried her head in it decisively.
The memory began to flash continuously, and it seemed faster to retrieve the memory than to read other people's memory. Soon, Fu Rong raised her head, revealing her swan-like neck.
She was dazed for a while, her azure blue winking eyes were a little moist.
All the lost memories returned to my mind.
Her slender and white fingers clenched tightly, and her heart hung up.
I always wanted to draw a clear line with him, but when it came to the battle, I got so close at the last moment.
Fortunately, I didn't cause him any trouble.
Her heart fell again.
The memories of the past seem to be somewhat entangled with the current memories, like a fawn cuddling in his arms, or like a ball of yarn messed up by a naughty little one. Cat with paws.
It took a lot of effort to smooth it out, after sorting out my thoughts.
"Is he safe now?" Her first reaction was to rush to the sick boy's side to reconfirm his physical condition.
Even though she was in charge of the operation itself, she knew her injury like the back of her hand.
At this moment, her slender legs began to run impatiently again.