Chapter 180 Don’t Use Me as a Guinea Pig
When the group arrived at the infirmary, Mia was already waiting there with the remaining St. Mungo's trainees.
Madam Pomfrey took immediate action and drove the noisy little wizards out of the infirmary.
Harry lay on the hospital bed, looking helplessly at the trainees who had surrounded him.
what happened?
Didn't Hermione just say that a broken bone can be cured with a bone-setting curse?
Why did they surround me again, and each of them had a smile on their face, with anticipation in their eyes.
Is he waiting for Aunt Mia to use him as a teaching aid and conduct on-site teaching?
And you, Hermione!
Your expression is too obvious, at least restrain yourself and consider my feelings!
Merlin!
This feeling is so embarrassing.
Otherwise, just cover your face.
Just out of sight, out of mind.
Mia looked at Harry with pity, then frowned and spoke expressionlessly.
"Students, let's take this opportunity to learn the bone-setting spell."
"Pay attention to your facial expressions and be serious."
"Don't forget what I told you before. During the treatment process, you have to consider the patient's psychological endurance."
"Your expression can easily be mistaken by patients as gloating over someone else's misfortune."
After hearing Mia's words, the students stopped smiling and became much more serious.
"Let's first look at today's patient. After being hit by the Bludger, he fell from a high altitude and hit the ground."
"In this case, a full body check must be performed using a spell to confirm that the internal organs are not seriously damaged."
"Remember, this is very important!" Mia's voice was a little serious. "Many times, patients cannot immediately feel the damage to their internal organs."
"So, we therapists have to help patients eliminate this potential danger."
"That's how Hermione and the other two handled it just now. Very good." Mia looked at Hermione and the other two who brought Harry here and praised them softly.
"Next, we will officially start learning."
Mia came to Harry's side and preached to the students.
"Broken bones are just a minor problem for wizards. They can be healed with a bone-setting spell."
"However, the difficulty of learning the bone-setting spell is not low. If you want to master this spell, you need to practice hard."
"The difficulty of this spell is that you must have a clear mind and a firm will when casting it, otherwise it is easy to cause secondary damage to the patient."
"Everyone, watch me demonstrate."
With that, Mia raised her wand and focused it on Harry's injured arm.
Her voice was firm but gentle: "Bone restoration!"
Harry felt a warmth in his arm, accompanied by a soft blue light.
Huh?
It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore!
Harry tried to move his arm and found it was very flexible, as if he had no injury.
Amazing!
As expected, Aunt Mia.
Just when Harry was happy, he heard Mia giving instructions to the trainees.
"Everyone has seen my demonstration. Now it's time to practice."
practise?
How to practice?
I am the only patient in the infirmary. I'm not sure he's using me for training.
Looking at the dozen or so trainees in the infirmary, Harry's face turned extremely pale.
Should I break my arm again and let these students practice one by one?
Isn’t it said that this is an advanced spell that can easily cause secondary damage to the patient?
What kind of torture is this!
Before Harry could ask Mia for help, the trainees' actions completely dispelled his worries.
I saw them skillfully take out some little white mice from cages, and then each of them started practicing with one.
During this time, Mia took out an ointment and applied it to Harry's still slightly swollen right arm.
"Apply the ointment to reduce swelling. Your arm will be completely healed by tomorrow morning and won't delay your competition the day after tomorrow."
Mia ruffled Harry's hair tenderly.
"Okay, go back and rest."
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At night, Harry, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt someone shaking him gently.
"Stop it, Ron. I'm sleepy. Let's talk about it in the morning." He muttered incoherently.
After feeling that the other party was still shaking him, Harry opened his eyes with difficulty.
Although the scene before him was blurry, he still recognized that the one shaking him was a house-elf.
Harry fumbled to put on his glasses and found that this was a house-elf he didn't recognize at all.
Unlike Jeff at Swann Manor, this elf is only wearing an old pillowcase.
"Who are you?" Harry was a little confused because he had just woken up. He couldn't figure out why this strange elf was looking for him.
"Sir, my name is Dobby," Dobby said anxiously, "There is no time to explain so much. Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts immediately."
Dobby had tears in his eyes: "Dobby is useless. Dobby has tried every possible way to stop Harry Potter from coming to Hogwarts."
"But the wizards around Harry Potter were too powerful. Dobby would be discovered by him every time he appeared. In the end, Harry Potter returned to Hogwarts."
Dobby took out a stack of letters and showed them to Harry.
"You're the letter thief!" Harry shouted suddenly.
As soon as he said this, he subconsciously looked at his roommates' beds. Fortunately, everyone's bed curtains were closed tightly, otherwise the shout just now would definitely wake them up.
Even so, Harry lowered his voice and said, "Give me back my letters. They are all written to me by my friends."
Because of this letter thief, I almost had a falling out with my friends.
Harry couldn't help but get angry at the thought.
"No! Harry Potter has to promise Dobby that he will leave Hogwarts immediately after getting the letter, so that Dobby will return the letter to you."
"Don't even think about it!" Harry said angrily, "Why should I leave Hogwarts? I want to go to school here."
"Besides, it's not the holidays now, so it's impossible for us to leave Hogwarts for a long time."
"Dobby can help and injure you badly enough so that you can leave Hogwarts and be admitted to St. Mungo's."
Harry was stunned by Dobby's words.
What a magical brain circuit this is!
He actually beat himself to the point of being hospitalized.
Does this little thing have a grudge against me?
Suddenly Harry remembered something, and he asked angrily, "Yesterday afternoon, it was you who was controlling the Bludger."
"The purpose is to seriously injure me, right?"
"Yes," Dobby groaned, "Dobby was useless, he only broke your arm but failed to seriously injure you."
"Dobby is very upset and has punished himself with an iron." The elf showed Harry his scarred fingers.
However, Harry's mind was so filled with anger that he couldn't hear what the elf was saying.
He grabbed the elf by the collar: "Why are you hurting me?"
"To harm you?" Dobby said timidly, "Dobby is saving Harry Potter. Dobby is doing this for your own good, sir."
"The door to the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again. Harry Potter's life will be in danger if he stays in Hogwarts."
Chamber of Secrets?
Hearing these familiar words, Harry's sanity returned a little.
He suppressed his anger and asked, "Do you know who opened the secret room?"
"You also know where the secret room is, right?"
"Dobby can't tell!" the elf screamed. "Leave Hogwarts, sir."
Just as Harry was about to say something else, Ron's bed curtains moved.
Dobby froze for a moment, "Sir's friend is awake. Dobby must go."
As it said this, it snapped its fingers, and after a slight popping sound, the whole person disappeared.
Ron's bed curtains were completely opened. He stood up and said dazedly, "Harry, you're still awake?"
"Do you want to go to the bathroom together?"
"No, Ron, I just came back from the toilet," Harry lied slightly.
It's late, so let's not bother Ron now.
I'll tell you tomorrow if there's any news.
Harry closed the bed curtains and silently calmed the anger in his heart.
Is staying in Hogwarts life-threatening?
joke!
There is Aunt Mia, Sebastian, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore.
There is no safer place in the entire wizarding world than here.
However, the elf just said that the secret room was opened again.
This is a great clue.
interesting!
It seems that the focus of the next investigation can be placed on this.
Go to sleep first, and we'll talk about everything tomorrow...
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