Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 439, Section 437: The Wounded

The Malfoys are under investigation after the Quidditch brawl.

Harry and Malfoy are in the hospital, which happened right after the crazy match.

Every member of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams was injured; any wizard who didn't know better would have thought they were off dueling.

Harry and Malfoy were the most seriously injured. Harry broke his arm because he caused Malfoy to crash into the railing; Harry suffered a head injury because he and Malfoy tumbled to the ground together; Harry's leg was in a cast because he kicked Malfoy several meters away.

The Gryffindors were abuzz with discussion, but most considered it a "normal confrontation."

The "savagery" of wizards?
Sheen thought to himself.

When Justin and the others entered the school hospital, they could see through the crack in the door that Harry had a cast on his left hand and right leg, and his head was wrapped in bandages.

Unfortunately, although Lady Pomfrey was a kind witch, she was extremely strict.

“We’ve only seen him for five minutes, madam. We are very worried about him.”

Justin pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

Mrs. Pomfrey disagreed.

"But you let Sheen in earlier..."

Ron frowned, his tone exaggerated.

"Yes, of course. Little Green is here to deliver potions, so it's different. Let's leave; the patient needs rest."

Mrs. Pomfrey walked away, but she didn't close the door ajar.

"Excuse me, is this...?"

As several heads piled up against the crack in the door, a familiar voice rang out.

All four heads turned around at once, then whispered:
"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Ah, yes, I know my name."

Dumbledore blinked kindly.

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

Dumbledore said, and the group of people excitedly surrounded him and went inside.

"Oh my god, Harry! You're so reckless!"

As soon as she entered the room, Hermione gasped. She ran to Harry's bedside and met his gaze into his exposed left eye.

"Malfoy..."

Ron gritted his teeth.

The group of people who entered interrupted Sheen's actions of placing the potion. He looked at Harry, who was in a cast and wrapped in bandages, and Malfoy, who was wrapped up like a mummy on the other side, and for a moment he didn't know who was in a worse state.

Following Sheen's gaze, Ron and the other three fell silent.

Malfoy was completely wrapped up, with only his resentful and angry eyes showing as he confronted them.

"Malfoy, Malfoy... Oh... he's so pitiful."

Ron stammered and changed his tune.
"But he deserves it."

he added.

"You've come at just the right time. If you'd been a few minutes later..."

Sheen gathered up the empty bottles of bruise remover and vitality potion that Harry had drunk, and then spoke to the group.

"Sheen, you mean... what happened?"

Ron was extremely anxious.

"If we had arrived a few minutes later, Harry would have been discharged."

Sheehan said he tapped Harry's plaster cast with his wand, scattering shards of stone all over the floor.

Harry's fractured bone has healed completely.

Madam Pomfrey once told Harry, whose bones had been removed, "I can put my bones back together in a second."

In retrospect, Madam Pomfrey was meticulous; she did indeed reset Harry's bones in a second and restored them quickly.

"Is that so?" Ron scratched his head sheepishly, then looked at Harry and whispered, "The whole school is talking about the match now. We couldn't see clearly from down here, so we don't know what really happened." The real story is far more bizarre and thrilling than unfounded rumors, and this is a rare occurrence, but it is.

Harry told them everything in detail, how he and Malfoy had a thrilling battle for the Golden Snitch in Quidditch and how they attacked each other.

Neville, Ron, and Hermione listened intently, gasping for breath at every dangerous moment.

"Great job!"

Ron was so excited that he punched the air.

Just then, Ms. Pomfrey burst in.

“You’ve been here for almost fifteen minutes. Get out of here. And you, Harry, darling, I hope you haven’t forgotten how to walk.”

She said firmly.

With the help of several people, Harry, who was fully recovered but still a little unsteady, walked out of the school hospital.

Harry felt like a victorious hero, and he enjoyed the feeling of being able to get justice for Ginny after Malfoy had hurt her.

Look at Malfoy, he'll be staying in the university hospital for quite some time.

But subconsciously, Harry wanted to see Sheen again.

Sheen remained silent. What was his opinion?

They still had a lot to tell Sheen, such as the reason for the conflict, and how Lucius wanted to kill Ginny...

But for some reason, after Sheen put away the glass bottle, he walked with Headmaster Dumbledore—they were talking about something, and Harry could only see Headmaster Dumbledore's beard trembling and his eyes narrowing.

Even after they disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Harry couldn't resist secretly following them.

The group had already separated, and the corridor was quiet.

……

Principal's office.

The door wasn't closed properly.

Sheen looked toward the door, which was suddenly slammed open and bounced against the wall behind it.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, his expression one of utter fury.

The one trembling under his arm was Dobby, his body wrapped in bandages.

Good evening, Lucius.

Dumbledore said in a friendly tone.

Lucius rushed into the room, causing the torches to flicker.

Dobby followed in a panic, hunched over, staring at the seam on the back of his master's robe, his face filled with desperate and helpless fear.

"Alright, Dumbledore."

Lucius spoke slowly and deliberately.

"It's all over, Lucius. Surprisingly, it's not much different from what was reported."

Dumbledore said.

"Oh?" Mr. Malfoy asked sharply, "Who is the murderer?"

“It’s the same person as last time, Lucius,” Dumbledore said, “but this time Voldemort wants to operate through someone else. Through his diary.”

Dumbledore glanced at Sheehan, who was holding a small black notebook with a large hole in the middle, and then closely watched Mr. Malfoy's reaction.

“So that’s how it is…” Mr. Malfoy said slowly to Dumbledore.

"Aren't you curious, Lucius, how did this diary come to be?"

"Dumbledore said calmly, still staring intently into Mr. Malfoy's eyes," Dumbledore said.

"How would I know how that foolish little girl got it?"

Lucius Malfoy scoffed.

"I think you gave it to her; the information came from a wizard who doesn't lie."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)