Chapter 214 Infection
At this time, the entire Quidditch field was in a mess.
Professor McGonagall quickly arranged for a preliminary screening, and sent the six people who vomited blood to the emergency room of the school hospital. The students who had close contact with the six people, a total of 32 people, were sent to the treatment room for further screening and treatment.
All the others, including the Quidditch players on the field, were sent back to the dormitory by the prefects of each college, and if there were no unexpected circumstances, they had to stay in the dormitory for a short time and could not go out.
Madam Pomfrey didn't even have time to worry. She immediately put on a mask and hurried to the front, ready to return to the emergency room of the school hospital for rescue.
Because once the toxin of the leopard attacks, most patients only have one day, and a few strong and healthy people may be able to hold on until the next day.
In order to buy time and wait until the special antidote is refined, various magical medical methods must be used to intervene and extend the patient's "last life".
But the result is definitely not optimistic. There is too little time and the matter is too urgent.
"Mr. Filch."
Professor Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and immediately instructed Filch beside him: "Write a letter in my name, asking for help from Dean Smethwick of St. Mungo's School of Magical Maladies and Injuries, and be sincere in your words, and send it within half an hour."
"Understood." Filch nodded and left immediately.
"Professor Sprout." Professor Dumbledore looked at her and said, "Take protective measures, go to the emergency room of the school hospital to be Madam Pomfrey's assistant, and stabilize the condition of several children as soon as possible - you also have to help with the subsequent screening and treatment of the remaining children."
Professor Sprout nodded and left in a hurry.
"Professor Flitwick." Professor Dumbledore said again: "Check around the Quidditch field to see if there is any problem. How these children were poisoned, you must investigate it clearly."
Professor Flitwick's short figure also left the stands.
Professor Dumbledore arranged the work for each professor and other staff members, then he hurried to Professor Snape's office, found Snape who was refining the special antidote, and said:
"Severus, how many bottles of antidote have you made?"
"Five bottles." Professor Snape frowned and looked at him, as if he guessed something, and continued to be busy:
"Is someone poisoned again?"
Professor Dumbledore said: "Five bottles are not enough, you should speed up as much as possible, something happened in the Quidditch field, six people have been confirmed to be infected, and the remaining 32 people are still being investigated, at least ten bottles are needed."
"Who is in trouble?" Professor Snape did not raise his head.
Professor Dumbledore knew who he wanted to ask, and replied directly: "The child is fine for now, and Mr. Anders is not among them."
"I understand." Professor Snape said in a low voice: "Take the five bottles on the cabinet first, and I will speed up the rest."
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The line back to the Gryffindor dormitory was long, but especially quiet. Everyone walked with their heads down, and it seemed that there was a haze on every face, and an uneasy mood was brewing in the team.
Hermione walked at the end of the team, glanced at Harry next to her, and then looked at the others. She felt a stone pressing on her heart, just as depressed and breathless as when she was examined in the school hospital that day.
She saw with her own eyes that two Gryffindors fell down, and she also saw that on the other side of the stands, Gorgonini Lola, a third-year Hufflepuff, vomited blood. This was clearly what Madam Pomfrey said last time, that she was infected with the venom of the leopard toxin.
At the speed of the spread of this toxin, there may be continuous diagnosis of people in the future. In that case, can the medical resources of the entire Hogwarts support it? Will Madam Pomfrey and the others be able to treat every student in time?
If not, it means that someone will die...
"I hope everyone I know is okay, including Harry, Ron, Maeka, Ginny..." Hermione prayed in her heart. She suddenly thought of something, glanced around, and was stunned.
In the long line, there was clearly no sign of Ron and Maeka.
"Oh no!" Hermione was about to speak when she heard Harry's voice.
She turned back to look at Harry, who looked at her with a frown and a worried look.
He said: "Maeka and Ron are not here. They were in the stands before. Are they with you?"
"Ron was with me, but I don't know where he ran away later. I didn't see Maeka from beginning to end." Hermione was anxious, "I didn't realize that they were gone for a while..."
"Don't worry..." Harry took a deep breath: "Let's leave the team and go back to the Quidditch field..."
The two exchanged glances, slowed down their pace, slowly fell to the end of the team, and then left quietly.
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Outside the Quidditch pitch, at the door of the bathroom.
Ron still sat on the steps at the door anxiously, staring at the blood on his hands, feeling that the blood on his hands was constantly emitting toxins and invading his body. He was so anxious that he looked up at the sky above the Quidditch pitch in the distance from time to time.
“Is the Quidditch match over? Why can’t anyone be seen…”
“But if it’s over, how could no one come here to use the toilet?”
“Didn’t anyone notice that Neville and I disappeared…”
Ron thought of the serious faces of several professors during the examination at the school hospital that day, and felt even more uneasy.
It may not be long before I vomit blood like Neville, then pass out and slowly die here, no one will notice until I start to stink... Inexplicable thoughts grew in his mind, making him feel too heavy, his chest was stuffy, and even faintly painful.
Maybe my chest pain is a symptom of vomiting blood... Ron stretched out his clean hand to cover the painful part of his chest, lowered his head, and felt that the whole sky had darkened.
He felt his nose was sour for some reason, which made him scold himself:
"How can I cry?"
"Dad said that no matter how big or small the matter is, we have to calm down. Anxiety and sadness can't solve anything!"
He rubbed his temples hard and blinked his sore eyes, hoping to stop the grievance in his eyes from flowing out:
"But I can't run around now. It will be troublesome if I infect others. And I didn't expect that even Harry and the others didn't notice that I was gone..."
There were a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of him.
He was stunned and looked up.
A handsome and elegant man stood in front of him, looked at his bloodstained hand, and asked:
"Do you need help?"
This is... Ron's mind flashed quickly with the wanted poster on the newspaper, his face trembled, and he said hoarsely:
"Sirius Black..."
"Yeah." Sirius Black looked at him, and a gentle look appeared on his face with a delicate beard.
He smiled:
"Don't worry, I was also a student of Gryffindor College, and I have a deep relationship with your friend..."
Ron put his trembling hand on his knee, hoping to stop it from trembling. The image of the prisoner who was famous for killing people suddenly jumped up flashed quickly in his mind. He gritted his teeth and asked:
"Why did you bring the Nangdu Panther here? Do you want to threaten Harry with me and let him surrender and be killed by you? You won't succeed..."
Sirius frowned and interrupted him:
"Wait a minute, You mean, I brought some kind of Nundul into Hogwarts? And I want to kill Harry? I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm here to find someone else..."
"Don't try to act nice in front of me..." Ron stared at him, huddled up, and this time even his legs were shaking, "Even Professor Dumbledore doesn't trust you. He told us to be careful of you at the opening ceremony, and last time you destroyed the Fat Lady's painting..."
Before he finished speaking, Ron suddenly choked. He was stunned, and a fishy smell came out of his throat.
"Ugh!"
A large mouthful of blood sprayed on the white steps in front of him.
Blood...
I vomited blood, it's over... Ron barely opened his eyes and looked at the blood on the steps. His eyes went dark and dark, his consciousness began to blur, and he felt the ground shaking.
Suddenly a strong hand held him up, and he was stunned for a moment and saw a half-blurred face:
"Neville...inside..."
The whole person was completely unconscious.
"Inside? Is there anyone else inside..." Sirius Black frowned as he looked at the blood on the ground, and reached out to pick him up.
He was about to walk into the bathroom when he suddenly raised his head.
A silver light flashed by, as if it was an illusion.
"Animagus..." He frowned.
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