Chapter 477 Bell’s bad idea

After watching the previous fierce battle, Sebastian knew very well that although Voldemort was unable to cast many powerful spells due to lack of magic power in his body, this did not affect his superb skills in spells.

Even a simple crushing spell cast by Voldemort would be many times more powerful than an ordinary wizard.

Therefore, the strength that Voldemort has shown before is still better than that of most wizards. At least Sebas is not sure that he can defeat him.

"S-Sebas, why are you in a daze? Get me a few bottles of healing potion. And treat me some more by the way."

Lying on the ground, Bell's whole body was twitching slightly, and from time to time, he could see a few wisps of blue-white arcs coming out of his body.

After the exciting battle, Bell couldn't suppress the pain in his body anymore. He couldn't even move a finger now.

"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry, Master!"

Being brought back to his thoughts by Bell's words, Sebas quickly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, squatted down, and slowly fed Bell to drink it.

Then, he used the transformation technique to transform into a large bathtub on the ground.

Bottle after bottle of healing potions were poured into the bathtub by Sebas as if they were free of charge. After the bathtub was filled with potion, he carefully picked up Bell and gently put her into the bathtub.

"Those who are good at healing spells! Get over here!"

Sebas shouted at the action team members who were cleaning the battlefield not far away.

At this moment, the old housekeeper was very dissatisfied with these idiots.

Haven't you seen the young master injured like this? Why don't you come over and help yourself?

Clean the battlefield, clean the battlefield, and sweep out flowers!

Each 10-man team of the special operations team will be equipped with a member who is good at healing spells to increase the survival rate of the team members.

After all, the Special Operations Team is the sharpest knife in the hands of the Menethil family. The life of each team member is very precious and cannot be exchanged for any amount of gold Galleons.

In less than 3 seconds, 10 wizards who were good at healing spells appeared next to Bell.

"Slow down! Slow down, all of you! Didn't you see that the young master was seriously injured? What if the wind is too strong and aggravates the young master's injuries!"

Sebas was so angry that he was kicked by one person.

He has decided that when he returns, he will deal with these brats severely.

She is obviously a breast, but she always wants to export it. Isn’t this a lack of squirting?

Ten wizards who were good at healing surrounded Bell. They aimed their wands at different parts of Bell's body and worked together to quickly treat him.

Some are responsible for extracting the remaining lightning from Bell's body, some are responsible for eliminating carbonized necrotic tissue, and some are responsible for regenerating muscle and skin.

Relying on the tacit understanding developed through years of fighting side by side, the healing wizards healed Bell's injuries in an orderly manner.

Speaking of which, it was the first time for Bell to be pointed at by so many wands, which made Bell quite uncomfortable...

The magic potion drank in the body, the magic potion soaked outside the body, and the treatment with the magic spell. In this three-pronged luxury treatment, Bell's injury is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bell, who felt the paralysis in his body gradually disappearing and regained control of his body, breathed a long sigh of relief.

Holding his heavy eyelids, the feeling of emptiness coming from his body made him really want to fall asleep with his head tilted like this.

But tonight's matter has yet to be settled, and he has to hold on for a while longer.

It didn't take long for Goodwin to trot over.

Learning from the valuable experience of treating wizards who were kicked before, 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 have been killed, and there are no survivors. There are only a few minor injuries among our personnel, and there are no serious injuries or deaths.

In addition, Master, your classmate, Mr. Harry Potter, is seriously injured and unconscious. What should we do? "

Goodwin reported succinctly.

"What? Harry is still alive?"

Bell was really shocked.

In such a fierce battle before, Harry could still survive tenaciously? Is this the legendary law of immortality for the protagonist?

"Yes, Master. When the battle broke out before, 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 affect the opponent. .”

“That’s right, he is indeed the Boy Who Lived.

But it doesn’t matter. Treat his injuries and check his memory to see if there is anything he should not have seen or heard.

After cleaning up, you can figure it out on your own, as long as there are no missing arms or legs in the end.

By the way, remember to send Harry back to Hogwarts before tomorrow evening at the latest. "

Bell didn't want Dumbledore to have any bad associations because they held Harry for too long.

After the battle with Voldemort, he now didn't want to face Dumbledore even more.

"Okay, Master."

After bowing respectfully to Bell, Goodwin turned around and wanted to continue arranging the next action.

"Wait! By the way...did we forget something?"

Tilting his head in confusion, Bell felt like he had forgotten something, but it seemed like he hadn't?

He was extremely tired, and his brain was like a computer of this era, running at a deathly slow speed.

"Master, are you referring to Mr. Cedric Diggory?"

After thinking for a moment, Sebas asked uncertainly.

"Yes...ah! It hurts!"

After being reminded by Sebastian, Bell finally remembered what he had forgotten and sat up excitedly.

Then he lay back with his teeth bared.

The range of motion was too large and it caused injuries.

"Where's Cedric's body? After all, he died in the line of duty. We have to take him back and bury him with dignity!"

Speaking of this, Bell had to sigh once again:

Sure enough, the dangers of the profession of 'friend of the protagonist' cannot be overstated. It would be better for him to go around Harry in the future.

"This... Master, Mr. Diggory's body... was damaged in the battle and cannot be put back together."

In fact, Goodwin tried his best to state it tactfully.

But the actual situation... is not just that they can't put it together!

Most of Cedric's body was either burned to ashes by flames or turned into coke by lightning. Now it's not easy to recover even his arms and legs!

"Ah!? What should we do?"

Strictly speaking, Bell's side was the culprit for the destruction of Cedric's body.

Bell was really embarrassed about this.

"How about finding a complete corpse and transforming it into Cedric's appearance?"

Bell, whose brain ached whenever he thought about it, finally came up with a bad idea.