Chapter 477 Bell's Bad Idea
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Yan Shan Hu Po
Chapter 477 Bell's Bad Idea
After watching the fierce battle before, Sebas knew very well that although Voldemort was unable to cast many powerful spells due to the lack of magic power in his body, this did not affect his superb spell attainment.
Even a simple Shattering Curse, cast by Voldemort, is far more powerful than ordinary wizards who don't know how many times.
Therefore, the strength Voldemort showed before is still superior to most wizards, at least Sebas is not sure that he can defeat him.
"Sai, Sebas, why are you in a daze? Get me a few bottles of healing potions quickly. Give me some healing by the way."
Lying on the ground, Bell's whole body could not stop twitching slightly, and from time to time, he could still see a few wisps of blue-white arcs coming out of his body.
After the intense and exciting battle, Bell couldn't suppress the pain in his body completely, and now he couldn't even move a single finger.
"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry, master!"
Aroused by Bell's speech, Sebastian quickly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, knelt down, and slowly fed Bell to drink it.
Then, he used Transfiguration to deform a large bathtub on the ground.
Bottle after bottle of healing potion was poured into the bathtub by Sebas as if free of money.After the bathtub was filled with the potion, he carefully picked up Bell and gently put her into the bathtub.
"Those who are good at healing spells! Get lost!"
Sebas yelled at the action team members who were cleaning the battlefield not far away.
At this moment, the old butler was very dissatisfied with these idiots.
Didn't you see that the young master was injured like this?Still don't consciously come to help?
Cleaning the battlefield, cleaning the battlefield, and sweeping out flowers!
In each 10-man squad of the special operations team, a member who is good at healing spells will be assigned to increase the survival rate of the squad members.
After all, the special operations team, as the sharpest knife in the hands of the Menethil family, the confidants among the cronies, the life of every member is very precious, and no amount of Galleons can be exchanged for it.
In less than 3 seconds, 10 wizards who were good at healing spells appeared beside Bell.
"Slow down! Slow down, all of you! Haven't you seen that the young master is seriously injured! What if the wind blows too much and aggravates the young master's injury!"
Sebastian kicked it all by himself.
He has already decided that when he goes back, he will deal with these brats severely.
She's obviously a milk, but she always wants to output, isn't that a shame!
10 wizards who are good at healing surrounded Bell. They aimed their wands at different parts of Bell's body, and they worked together to quickly treat Bell.
Some were in charge of extracting the remaining lightning from Bell's body, some were in charge of eliminating carbonized necrotic tissue, and some were in charge of regenerating muscle and skin.
Relying on the tacit understanding developed through years of fighting side by side, the healing wizards healed Bell's injury in an orderly manner.
By the way, it was the first time Bell was pointed at by so many wands, and Bell was quite embarrassed...
The potion drank in the body, soaked in the potion outside the body, plus the treatment with the spell, in this three-pronged luxury treatment, Bell's injury is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bell, who felt the numbness in his body gradually disappearing and regained control of his body, not only let out a long breath.
With his heavy eyelids propped up, the emptiness in his body at this moment made him really want to fall asleep with his head tilted like this.
But tonight's matter is still short of the final ending, so he has to hang on for a while longer.
It didn't take long for Goodwin to trot over.
Having learned the valuable experience and lessons of the healer wizards being kicked, Goodwin wisely did not use flying shoes to prevent the strong wind caused by moving too fast from affecting his young master's treatment.
"Master, Captain, the battlefield has been cleaned up. All 34 Death Eaters were killed, and no one survived. Only a few of our personnel were slightly injured, and there were no serious injuries or deaths.
Besides, master, your classmate, Mr. Harry Potter was seriously injured and unconscious, what should we do? "
Goodwin reported succinctly.
"What? Harry's still alive?"
Bell was really taken aback.
In such a fierce battle before, Harry could still tenaciously survive?Could this be the legendary law of the protagonist's immortality?
"Yes, master. When the battle broke out earlier, Harry Potter happened to be surrounded by Death Eaters. Therefore, most of the attacks were blocked by the Death Eaters on the periphery, and did not reach the other side. .”
"That's right, he is indeed the Boy Who Lived.
But it doesn't matter anymore.Heal his injuries, and check his memory to see if there is anything he shouldn't have seen or heard.
After tidying up, you can figure it out for yourself, as long as you don't lack arms or legs in the end.
By the way, remember to send Harry back to Hogwarts by tomorrow evening at the latest. "
Bell didn't want Dumbledore to have any bad associations because they detained Harry for too long.
After his battle with Voldemort, he didn't want to face Dumbledore even more now.
"Okay, sir."
After bowing respectfully to Bell, Goodwin turned around and wanted to continue arranging the next action.
"Wait! By the way...are we forgetting something?"
Tilting his head in doubt, Bell always felt as if he had forgotten something, but it seemed like he hadn't?
He was extremely exhausted, but his mind was like a computer in this era, running at a slow speed.
"Master, do you mean Mr. Cedric Diggory's business?"
After thinking for a while, Sebastian asked uncertainly.
"Yes... Ah! It hurts!"
After being reminded by Sebas, Bell finally remembered what he had forgotten, and sat up excitedly.
Then he grinned and lay back.
The range of motion was too large, which involved injuries.
"Where's Cedric's body? Anyway, he died in the line of duty. We have to take him back for a grand burial!"
Having said that, Bell has to sigh again:
Sure enough, the danger of the profession of "the protagonist's friend" is not covered, it is better for him to walk around Harry in the future.
"This...young master, Mr. Digory's body...was damaged in the battle, and it can't be put together again."
In fact, Goodwin tried his best to describe it euphemistically.
But the actual situation... It's not just that they can't fight together!
Most of Cedric's body was either burned to ashes by the flames, or charred by lightning. Now it is not easy to get back an arm and a leg!
"Ah!? Then what should I do?"
Strictly speaking, Bell was the culprit for the destruction of Cedric's body.
Bell was really embarrassed about this.
"Why don't you just find a complete corpse and transform it into Cedric's appearance?"
Bell, whose brain hurts when he uses his brain, barely came up with a bad idea.
(End of this chapter)
After watching the fierce battle before, Sebas knew very well that although Voldemort was unable to cast many powerful spells due to the lack of magic power in his body, this did not affect his superb spell attainment.
Even a simple Shattering Curse, cast by Voldemort, is far more powerful than ordinary wizards who don't know how many times.
Therefore, the strength Voldemort showed before is still superior to most wizards, at least Sebas is not sure that he can defeat him.
"Sai, Sebas, why are you in a daze? Get me a few bottles of healing potions quickly. Give me some healing by the way."
Lying on the ground, Bell's whole body could not stop twitching slightly, and from time to time, he could still see a few wisps of blue-white arcs coming out of his body.
After the intense and exciting battle, Bell couldn't suppress the pain in his body completely, and now he couldn't even move a single finger.
"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry, master!"
Aroused by Bell's speech, Sebastian quickly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, knelt down, and slowly fed Bell to drink it.
Then, he used Transfiguration to deform a large bathtub on the ground.
Bottle after bottle of healing potion was poured into the bathtub by Sebas as if free of money.After the bathtub was filled with the potion, he carefully picked up Bell and gently put her into the bathtub.
"Those who are good at healing spells! Get lost!"
Sebas yelled at the action team members who were cleaning the battlefield not far away.
At this moment, the old butler was very dissatisfied with these idiots.
Didn't you see that the young master was injured like this?Still don't consciously come to help?
Cleaning the battlefield, cleaning the battlefield, and sweeping out flowers!
In each 10-man squad of the special operations team, a member who is good at healing spells will be assigned to increase the survival rate of the squad members.
After all, the special operations team, as the sharpest knife in the hands of the Menethil family, the confidants among the cronies, the life of every member is very precious, and no amount of Galleons can be exchanged for it.
In less than 3 seconds, 10 wizards who were good at healing spells appeared beside Bell.
"Slow down! Slow down, all of you! Haven't you seen that the young master is seriously injured! What if the wind blows too much and aggravates the young master's injury!"
Sebastian kicked it all by himself.
He has already decided that when he goes back, he will deal with these brats severely.
She's obviously a milk, but she always wants to output, isn't that a shame!
10 wizards who are good at healing surrounded Bell. They aimed their wands at different parts of Bell's body, and they worked together to quickly treat Bell.
Some were in charge of extracting the remaining lightning from Bell's body, some were in charge of eliminating carbonized necrotic tissue, and some were in charge of regenerating muscle and skin.
Relying on the tacit understanding developed through years of fighting side by side, the healing wizards healed Bell's injury in an orderly manner.
By the way, it was the first time Bell was pointed at by so many wands, and Bell was quite embarrassed...
The potion drank in the body, soaked in the potion outside the body, plus the treatment with the spell, in this three-pronged luxury treatment, Bell's injury is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bell, who felt the numbness in his body gradually disappearing and regained control of his body, not only let out a long breath.
With his heavy eyelids propped up, the emptiness in his body at this moment made him really want to fall asleep with his head tilted like this.
But tonight's matter is still short of the final ending, so he has to hang on for a while longer.
It didn't take long for Goodwin to trot over.
Having learned the valuable experience and lessons of the healer wizards being kicked, Goodwin wisely did not use flying shoes to prevent the strong wind caused by moving too fast from affecting his young master's treatment.
"Master, Captain, the battlefield has been cleaned up. All 34 Death Eaters were killed, and no one survived. Only a few of our personnel were slightly injured, and there were no serious injuries or deaths.
Besides, master, your classmate, Mr. Harry Potter was seriously injured and unconscious, what should we do? "
Goodwin reported succinctly.
"What? Harry's still alive?"
Bell was really taken aback.
In such a fierce battle before, Harry could still tenaciously survive?Could this be the legendary law of the protagonist's immortality?
"Yes, master. When the battle broke out earlier, Harry Potter happened to be surrounded by Death Eaters. Therefore, most of the attacks were blocked by the Death Eaters on the periphery, and did not reach the other side. .”
"That's right, he is indeed the Boy Who Lived.
But it doesn't matter anymore.Heal his injuries, and check his memory to see if there is anything he shouldn't have seen or heard.
After tidying up, you can figure it out for yourself, as long as you don't lack arms or legs in the end.
By the way, remember to send Harry back to Hogwarts by tomorrow evening at the latest. "
Bell didn't want Dumbledore to have any bad associations because they detained Harry for too long.
After his battle with Voldemort, he didn't want to face Dumbledore even more now.
"Okay, sir."
After bowing respectfully to Bell, Goodwin turned around and wanted to continue arranging the next action.
"Wait! By the way...are we forgetting something?"
Tilting his head in doubt, Bell always felt as if he had forgotten something, but it seemed like he hadn't?
He was extremely exhausted, but his mind was like a computer in this era, running at a slow speed.
"Master, do you mean Mr. Cedric Diggory's business?"
After thinking for a while, Sebastian asked uncertainly.
"Yes... Ah! It hurts!"
After being reminded by Sebas, Bell finally remembered what he had forgotten, and sat up excitedly.
Then he grinned and lay back.
The range of motion was too large, which involved injuries.
"Where's Cedric's body? Anyway, he died in the line of duty. We have to take him back for a grand burial!"
Having said that, Bell has to sigh again:
Sure enough, the danger of the profession of "the protagonist's friend" is not covered, it is better for him to walk around Harry in the future.
"This...young master, Mr. Digory's body...was damaged in the battle, and it can't be put together again."
In fact, Goodwin tried his best to describe it euphemistically.
But the actual situation... It's not just that they can't fight together!
Most of Cedric's body was either burned to ashes by the flames, or charred by lightning. Now it is not easy to get back an arm and a leg!
"Ah!? Then what should I do?"
Strictly speaking, Bell was the culprit for the destruction of Cedric's body.
Bell was really embarrassed about this.
"Why don't you just find a complete corpse and transform it into Cedric's appearance?"
Bell, whose brain hurts when he uses his brain, barely came up with a bad idea.
(End of this chapter)
