The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 581 Injured
Ryan and Hermione returned to the alchemy laboratory and sorted out their clothes, then left the alchemy laboratory and prepared to go to the auditorium downstairs because it was time for dinner. Although they had just had a big meal at Teacher Luo Zhen's, it would be a bit strange not to eat when everyone was having dinner.

On the way, Ryan manipulated the Rose Madonna to turn a nail on a piece of armor into gold out of curiosity, which proved that the Rose Madonna and the Philosopher's Stone have a lot in common.

"Suddenly I feel that gold is worthless." Hermione said as she looked at the nail that turned into gold.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they found Ron sitting alone at the table, looking a little unhappy. So Ryan went up to him and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look terrible."

"Isn't the game coming up soon? I'm still a little nervous." Ron said weakly. "But thanks to your incense, every time we take a break after training, Harry always lights one to soothe our nerves. Otherwise, I would be even worse than I am now. I remember that before the game last year, I was often so nervous that I went to the toilet to vomit."

"You seem to be too nervous. This is not a good thing for you. You need to adjust your mentality!" Ryan felt that if someone like Ron were in his previous life, he would probably be taken out of the examination room by an ambulance when facing the college entrance examination.

"I know, but I'm still nervous facing the competition. By the way, the concentration incense you sold before was pretty good, I want to know if you have any better medicine." Ron said this and raised his head to look at Ryan with hopeful eyes.

"Yes." Ryan nodded. "But stronger drugs will completely deprive you of your emotions within a few hours of the drug taking effect, and if used continuously, it will cause serious sequelae."

"Then I don't want it." Ron shook his head and asked curiously, "What's the point of making this potion? I don't think anyone would like to experience the feeling of being as cold as a stone for a few hours."

"This is war preparation material." Ryan explained, "When a life-and-death battle is needed, if you can get rid of fear, excitement, agitation, and all emotional changes, and give full play to your full potential, I think there should be a greater chance of surviving the cruel battlefield. So I only provide this thing to the core members of the Phoenix Order, and I don't sell it in the store."

"So that's how it is. I hope my father and brother are safe." Ryan's words reminded Ron of his father and brother. The injury Mr. Weasley suffered last year told everyone that war is not far away from them, and death is also very close to them.

"Relax, everyone will be fine." Hermione comforted, then looked over and asked. "By the way, where's Harry? Didn't you guys go to practice together this afternoon? Why didn't he come to dinner?"

"Huh? Didn't he come?" Ron looked up at the Gryffindor table, and sure enough, he didn't see Harry. "We were supposed to eat together in the Great Hall, but I just went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and when I came out he was gone. I thought he had come to eat early."

"I hope he doesn't get into any trouble today. Everyone's been very busy lately and I really can't spare much energy to help him." Hermione shrugged helplessly.

However, Hermione's expectations were dashed when everyone returned to the common room after dinner. Professor McGonagall was standing at the Fat Lady's portrait. When she saw Ryan and the others, she said in a very calm tone, "Ryan, Ron and Hermione. The three of you come with me."

After that, Professor McGonagall led the way down the stairs, and Ryan and the other three followed behind with some trepidation. Soon they found that Professor McGonagall was taking them to the direction of the school hospital. Their hearts sank suddenly.

"I have taught at the school for so many years, and I have never seen such an outrageous attack." At this time, everyone had walked to the door of the school hospital. Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and motioned Ryan to go in. Madam Pomfrey was feeding Harry, who was lying on the bed, with a small white porcelain cup. Harry looked pale, but fortunately, judging from the way he drank the medicine, his current problem should not be too serious. But it was obvious that the medicine tasted bad, which could be seen from the twisted features on Harry's face.

"He was found in the men's bathroom on the third floor. Mr. Potter was under the Cruciatus Curse." Professor McGonagall said in a low voice. "I never thought that the conflict between students in Hogwarts would turn out like this."

"The Cruciatus Curse! Who did this?" Ron shouted after hearing what Professor McGonagall said. "I'm going to put him -"

But before he could finish his words, Madam Pomfrey interrupted him with a louder voice. "Shut up! The patient needs to rest quietly now." Ron immediately shrank his neck and shut his mouth, then looked at Professor McGonagall with an inquiring look.

"This was done by Mr. Malfoy. He and Mr. Potter had a conflict in the bathroom." Professor McGonagall was very angry when she said this. As the head of Gryffindor, she always treated every student fairly. But this did not mean that she had no bias towards the students of her own college, especially when this student of hers was obviously the one who was right. Ryan could hear the anger in her heart from the tone of her voice.

"Where is Malfoy now?" Ryan asked Professor McGonagall, "I remember Professor Moody told us last year that the Cruciatus Curse is an unforgivable curse. Using these curses on humans will result in life imprisonment in Azkaban."

"Malfoy is in Snape's office now." Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Snape was passing by the bathroom door when he heard Moaning Myrtle's panicked cry and found that Harry was injured and fell to the ground. He then sent Harry to the school hospital and notified me, and then took Malfoy to his office."

"That old bat will definitely favor Malfoy." Ron muttered after hearing what Professor McGonagall said. At this time, Harry finally finished the medicine in the cup. Madam Pomfrey put away the cup and said to Harry who was lying on the bed. "You are indeed very lucky, because the person who hurt you is not proficient in the use of this magic, so the injury left by the Cruciatus Curse on you is not serious. You can sleep in the school hospital tonight. I think you can go to class normally tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Madam Pomfrey turned her head and looked at Ryan and the others. "You are here to see Harry, right? It is best to shorten the communication time to less than ten minutes. Harry needs to rest well now, which will help him recover."

Seeing Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall walk out of the ward together, Ron couldn't wait to walk to the head of Harry's bed and ask, "What happened to you just now? Why did Malfoy cast the Cruciatus Curse on you? Don't you know that we have been discussing you during dinner?"

"Yes." Hermione continued, "You have to know that your condition does not only affect you. In the current situation, your every move will affect countless people. Professor McGonagall really scared us when she stopped the three of us at the door of the common room just now."

"I'm really sorry for making you worry about me." Harry said while leaning against the bed. Maybe the medicine just now took effect, Harry seemed to be full of energy when he spoke, but his apology could be heard from his words. "I just took a moment to look at the Marauder's Map on the way to the Great Hall for dinner today, and then I saw Malfoy and Moaning Myrtle together, so I was curious and followed them."

Harry's answer is indeed in line with his personality. For example, in the original story, the first grade went to get the Philosopher's Stone, the second grade went to kill the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, and the third grade tracked Sirius. Most of these things were done by Harry directly after he thought of something, without thinking at all. If it weren't for the protagonist's halo, he would have died several times.

And now it seems that even though the plot has changed so much, Harry's impulsiveness has not changed.

(End of this chapter)