"Draco awake?"
"How is his injury?"
As soon as Dumbledore stepped out of the room, the concerned words of several girls faintly came from outside the door, which made Malfoy very headache.
Should he remain in a coma, or remain in a coma, or remain in a coma
It's a not-so-hard choice.
"Is he awake?"
When Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked out of the ward, several girls surrounded him all of a sudden, with melancholy and worry written all over their faces.
"He was seriously injured before." Dumbledore's face was heavy, "he is still in a coma."
"Nagini's toxin is more terrifying than expected, and it took such a long time to treat it. Although it is cured, there are still sequelae. I believe Miss Furong knows this better than me."
Fu Rong nodded helplessly and admitted.
"These are not the most important. He finally overdrawn his own deep energy to manipulate those dementors, so even if the physical wounds heal..."
Dumbledore suddenly pointed to his head, and sighed: "I don't know when the wound here will heal, and the time to wake up may be unknown."
Hermione's heart suddenly became cold, and she slumped back to the bench, staring blankly at the mottled wall in front of her.
"May I go and see him?"
Pansy suppressed his painful emotions and asked extravagantly.
"Of course, someone he knows might be able to awaken his will." Dumbledore nodded cooperatively.
"Maybe he doesn't like me very much and is not interested in me." The old man shrugged helplessly, with a serious look on his face.
"Go and see him, the danger to life is gone, thanks to Miss Delacour's superb medical skills."
"En." Furong nodded, showing no modesty at all.
"It's best to go in one by one. He can't be stimulated by too much noise. You can decide for yourself."
The old man left soon, and Dumbledore still had a lot of things to deal with. Although he was also a sick person, he was also the backbone of everyone.
"I'll go first!" The three girls looked at each other and said in unison.
"I... I'll be the last one to go in." Luna looked around, then retreated from the circle, smiling softly.
"Forget it, I've already taken care of him." Fu Rong took a step back.
Pansy and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter took a step back out of guilt.
Pansy was the first to open the door logically, then closed it, and walked to the bed lightly.
The whole room was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Malfoy was lying in the sickbed, his body was covered with a white sheet, his chest heaved and fell regularly, indicating that he was still alive.
The boy's face was extremely pale, his face seemed to be swollen, and his sharpened chin looked much rounder from a distance.
"It's a pity. I couldn't help you in the decisive battle. I didn't even see you fighting bravely. I only saw you in a mess." Pansy sat down on the chair lightly, and squeezed Malfoy lightly without getting hurt. arm.
She didn't dare to shake like a baby, but gently put them together.
"I didn't trouble you this time, did I?" She took a deep breath and said softly.
"When you were a teacher, I wondered if it would go on like this forever."
"At that time, I also started to study furniture, observing the placement in your office."
"The living room should be a circular living room, the bedroom should... and the garden should..."
The girl couldn't help counting with her fingers, like a little wife at home, thinking about the future that belongs to the two of them.
Smiling blankly, he unknowingly mentioned the configuration of the furniture: "You like to read, so you need to build a big study room filled with bookcases. What material are the bookcases made of? Mahogany? Apple wood?"
"But you are very busy every day, and you are not in the mood to listen to me."
"Then suddenly one day, you told me you were leaving again."
"It's commendable, at least it didn't keep me in the dark."
"I can vaguely guess what you want to do. Otherwise, I would just follow you. The Dark Lord will definitely accept me very happily. After all, my father still has some influence."
"But you want me to stay."
"It can only show that it may be more dangerous to be around Voldemort." The man died, and Pansy didn't care about explaining the name of the mysterious man Voldemort anymore.
"I..." Pansy wanted to say something more, but she always felt that something was missing.
The bad thing is the communication, she has been talking alone, and Malfoy didn't give the slightest response.
"It's really boring to talk one-sidedly." Pan Xi said distressedly, and tapped his head lightly with his fist.
"Then let's have a scene where the princess kisses and wakes up the sleeping prince." There was a smug smile on her face.
She leaned over gently, leaving her mark on the boy's lips.
This time without any resistance, she got what she wanted.
But he was very contradictory in his heart, hoping that he would return in vain, for example, Malfoy suddenly woke up and pushed her away.
"I wish you a speedy recovery, Draco." Pansy stood up, stared at the boy in front of her, stared at him, her shoulders trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran out of the room without looking back. ward.
The second person to enter the ward was Fleur. She raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy with a condescending look.
Fleur took a deep breath.
"There's nothing to say, Mr. Malfoy." Fleur raised her eyebrows. After pretending to be indifferent and indifferent to leave these words, the proud girl left decisively.
Showing her most arrogant temperament.
After all, there is still a long time to come, and she is the one who has taken care of him for the longest time.
Then Hermione walked into the room step by step.
"Sorry, I owe you a lot, can I pay it back slowly?"
She recalled a lot of the past, only to realize that she seemed to be the one who was holding back the most, and had to confront him almost every time.
"Here, it's not impossible to bite it back for you." She stretched out her white and tender arm, and stretched it out to Malfoy's mouth.
At that time, in a haze, I heard him say: "You really like to bite people."
Reminiscent of the Invisibility Cloak that killed Voldemort, Hermione remembered that he should be the one who invaded Hogwarts that time.
I have to say that Hermione's behavior is silly and inexplicably cute.
"Also, although I caused you a lot of trouble in the process, the final result may not be bad. Without me, you were hanged by Nagini at the time, right? The front is all trouble, but the back is life-saving grace. Should be able to offset it?"
"Or, do you still want to repay my kindness?"
"So, wake up quickly and prepare to repay your favor."
"By the way, I still have something to settle with you."
"You actually said I'm fucked?"
Hermione's tone changed from apologetic to a little savage.
"That's my Animagus, you know? It's not for spying on you, will I become like this?"
"When I was in third grade..."
"In fourth grade... ."
The girl seemed to have endless things to say, but Malfoy still showed no sign of opening his eyes.
From hope to gradual disappointment, Hermione finally left reluctantly.
Maybe he still needs some time.
The last girl was Luna, she briskly pushed open the door of the ward, walked in front of Malfoy, found a chair and sat down.
"Don't forget what I said before, you have to find the horned snoring beast with me as a reward for the previous help."
"I don't just want to get paid.""
Luna pursed her pale lips, shook her head, her face flushed a little.
"Also..." Luna quietly moved her face towards Malfoy.
She had seen it clearly just now, when Mrs. Malfoy was poked with his fingers outside the bed quilt.
"Well, our big hero is too sleepy, maybe get some more sleep."
Luna stared at Malfoy's "sleeping face" and suddenly blinked, smiled playfully, and waved her white palm in front of his eyes.
"Pretending to be asleep is not a good habit, Mr. Draco."
— (End of the book)