Malfoy fell on his back, slumping into Hermione's arms.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and a few crows occasionally flew over the canopy, and the gloomy wind whistled by.

Everything was similar to Pansy's original dream, but it was still different, without the horrible laughter of Voldemort.

A girl was running desperately on the grass, because she was running too fast, her white nurse's hat accidentally fell off her head, and her waist-length silver hair gently swayed down, she didn't have time to take care of it, and while running, she pulled her long hair to one side, and tied it into a ponytail that was easy to walk.

This is Fleur Delacour, who has been on the front lines helping patients with treatment.

Now she was the first to get to where Malfoy had fallen.

"Get out of the way!" she pushed Hermione away impatiently, and for some reason, she saw that the man was injured and inexplicably irritable, and the girl was driven aside and almost fell.

Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly used her fingers to prop open his eyelids, and the palpitating scarlet blood streaks covered his eyeballs.

The girl then took his arm and touched his body with her wand.

"He's under a severe stun spell, and a petrification spell. Fleur gave her own judgment.

"Was it just the Dark Lord who hit you?" she asked, turning her head to Hermione.

Hermione's face turned pale in an instant, and the culprit was not Voldemort.

Fleur then noticed a wet sensation in her palms, and her tall nose sniffed and moved, and a faint smell of blood rushed into her nostrils, and her sense of smell told her that the boy was more than that.

Searching for the trail of the scent, she decisively tore Malfoy's upper body open, and a bright red blood soaked white ribbon came into her eyes.

"What fool bandaged him! What a mistake!Want to cripple him?" said Fleur hatefully.

Simply put, the wizard's healing system is extremely effective against purely physical damage.

Exaggerated, even if you cut off your hand, you can still connect it.

But when encountering some problems, they are often helpless.

For example, some magic curses and poisons.

Mad Eye Moody's blind eye was obviously caused by some curse and could not be recovered, so he chose to embed the magic eye.

At this time, Fleur's memory had not yet recovered, and she was purely looking at the problem from the perspective of a medical professional. blurted out, but it was precisely because of this that he was merciless.

The last faint glow of blood on Hermione's face was gone.

She began to blame herself frantically.

And if he is really disabled, or is he ......?

She didn't dare to think about it any further.

"It's troublesome, and snake venom. ”

"It's not as deep as the poisoning, and I'm lucky. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, although Hermione's bandaging skills were average, the white fresh essence and phoenix tears were genuine.

Fleur didn't notice Hermione's changing expression.

She called to Hermione, "Let's put him on a stretcher and move him to a different position, this is not a place to do surgery." She said as she untied the bandage in the wrong way and looked at the affected area where Nagini had been bitten.

The wound was bright red and not blackened, which was the only thing to be thankful for.

Hermione helped Fleur and a few professors around her, and took Malfoy to the Hogwarts school hospital.

When you enter the ward, you begin the lengthy surgery.

"Where's Draco? what's wrong with him? Who can tell me. A girl in a Slytherin uniform robe with a prefect medal on her chest stumbled to the ward, looking haggard as she met people on the way.

She only learned from others that Draco was a hero, and that the hero was badly injured.

"He's still having surgery. Hermione squeezed Pansy's shoulder. "Be quiet, he'll be fine. Comforting Pansy.

"You know what, right? You came back with him?" Pansy shook Hermione's shoulder as if she had grasped a straw.

The battle just now turned around and changed several times, and those who were not present couldn't imagine that in a short period of time, there were so many reversals, and they couldn't be clearly described.

"I don't want to say it. Hermione's tone was full of guilt, and she turned her head away to face the stone wall, the memories that had been lost echoing in her mind.

Pansy sat on the bench, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her farewell that day.

Malfoy invited her to Mrs. Padiff's teahouse after class, and while she sat in her chair and fantasized about all sorts of romantic reasons, Malfoy had a showdown with her:

"I'm probably going to leave again. Malfoy lifted the teacup in front of the table and took a sip of his tea.

"Where, the mystery man?" asked Pansy at once, alarmed.

"I can only tell you this information to prepare you mentally. ”

"You've grown up, and I think you're the one who can keep the secret with me. Malfoy gently touched the girl's head.

"Trust me, I'll come back safely. Malfoy said calmly.

And then he left.

The goodbye was a little hurried, even a little clueless, but it was the last time Pansy remembered seeing Malfoy.

The girl didn't do anything to save her without reason, but chose to accept it.

Because she knew that the boy's character might as well let him concentrate on his own business.

"Is that what you mean by coming back safely?" the girl suddenly began to sob, wiping her tears with her hands.

Suddenly, a pair of cold hands put on her shoulders, gently caressing and comforting her.

"Draco will be fine. There was a faint smile on Luna's lips, but worry was still written in her gray eyes.

In the next few hours, every minute and every second was torment, and the two girls were afraid of hearing bad news, only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, whistling softly to an unknown tune.

Pansy eventually fell asleep on Luna's shoulder, while Hermione looked numbly at the wooden door in front of her.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded Fleur, who had just gone out.

"Draco, are you alright?" Pansy asked anxiously.

"Be quiet. Fleur didn't give them a good look, "It's out of danger for the time being, but we still need to observe, if you quarrel again, his injuries may worsen." ”

As soon as she said this, Pansy immediately covered her mouth.

After learning that his life was not in danger, the girl's haggard face showed a heartfelt smile, and the corners of her dry eyes seemed to begin to accumulate tears again.

Hermione sat back in her chair with relief.

"Did he wake up?" asked Luna.

"No, I said it, the patient still needs to rest," Fleur rubbed her shoulder tiredly.

During the operation, she was surprised by Draco's will countless times, it was surprising that such a serious injury and the suppression of the spell could still hold on to Voldemort.

"It's not a little white face, I take back this comment. She silently thought of the words she had spoken to her sister earlier.

She walked briskly, shaking off the worried girls.

Just as she was walking around the corner, trying to get some gauze, she seemed to bump into something on her foot.

"Dobby greets you. A house-elf raised her head, shook her head and said something to her.

"Master Draco has a letter for you, and a bottle. ”

Fleur took the envelope and the bottle, her fingers involuntarily clenched the two things, a pale yellow envelope was crumpled and crumpled, and the bottle was filled with silver-white gas.

The envelope was written in black handwriting - a letter to Miss Delacour, and Fleur's heart skipped a beat at the sight of this line of writing, and the dark purple fire paint seal was tightly attached to the seal, and Fleur tried to tear it open, and then there was a slight burning sensation from her fingertips.

If it weren't for her own disassembly. The envelope will spontaneously combust and consume the letter.

She began to read slowly.

The letter reads:

To Miss Fleur Delacour,

I'm sorry, but I really don't want to disturb you when I see that your life is so peaceful and fulfilling, it's like throwing a pebble on the surface of a calm lake, setting off a faint ripple, and then rolling up a storm.

But for the sake of a trustworthy custodian, your memories should be returned.

Professor Dumbledore's Meditation Basin should be able to be borrowed, and he is generous, and it will also bring your memories back to their original places.

I would like to conclude by saying.

It was a great time to have an adventure with you.

Even if you're always giving me trouble.

—Draco, Malfoy.

The yellowed parchment in Fleur's hand began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.

She had always thought that a missing memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.

Don't be annoyed by the regrets of the past, live in the present.

There is no need to be sentimental and sad for the regrets of the past.

But now, she suddenly felt that that memory might be extremely important to her.

"Meditation Basin, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your Meditation Basin. Fleur immediately found Dumbledore, the old man who was in a nearby ward, lying on a hospital bed, reading a copy of the latest "Singing and Singing".

"My office is on the eighth floor, and the password is sour soda. ”

"By the way, how was Draco's surgery?" the old man asked in a loud voice behind the girl.

"It's perfect!" Fleur said without looking back.

Then many people saw the girl undo her nurse's white hat, tie up her long silver hair, and run down the aisle, and soon the ugly stone statue jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found the meditation basin.

The meditation basin did what it was supposed to do

The silver-white gas drifted in the basin, and Fleur took a deep breath and buried her head in it.

Memories began to flash, and retrieving them seemed to come faster than reading other people's memories, and soon, Fleur raised her head, revealing her swan-like neck.

She froze for a moment, her blue eyes moistened.

All the lost memories are back in my mind.

Her slender white fingers clenched, and her heart hung in the air.

I always wanted to draw a line with him, but when it came to the battle, I actually got so close at the last moment.

Thankfully, I didn't cause him any trouble.

Her heart fell again.

The memories of the past seem to be a little tangled with the current memories, like a deer wrapped in its arms, and like a naughty little ball of yarn. Cats with paws.

It took a lot of effort to sort it out, after clearing my thoughts.

"Is he safe now?" her first instinct was to rush to the boy lying on the hospital bed and recheck his physical condition.

Even though she was operating the entire operation itself, she knew her injuries inside out.

And her slender legs were already impatient again and began to run again.