"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Professor Graves is fine! As soon as I told Headmaster Dumbledore about it, he disappeared from front of me, leaving me alone in the Headmaster's office, and did you know that there was a phoenix in the Headmaster's room, and the corner of the phoenix's mouth was drooling when it saw my mouth. Luckily, I have chicken thighs in my pocket that I haven't eaten this morning. It was only after I gave it the drumsticks that it let go of my laim. ”

The three Harrys, who were about to exchange orders with the Fat Lady, heard someone running towards them, and when they looked back, it turned out to be Neville panting and holding Lylum to their side.

"Neville, you!"

"Neville, you're doing a good job! You've successfully completed your mission, and Professor Graves will be fine after that. ”

In order not to break Neville's fragile heart, Hermione interrupted Ron's words and praised Neville first. After all, Neville deserves to be commended for working so hard.

Harry chimed in. "yes, Neville. You have lived up to our trust. You're a great companion! ”

"That's right! Right! Right! ”

Ron slowed down, but looking at Neville sweating profusely, and the worried look on his face, he was also touched by Neville.

Neville wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and his tired face showed a look of relief.

It turns out that I really have a lot of work for Professor Graves on the list.

He was a little tired, and after being praised by the three of them, an endless force poured into his body and limbs from his heart.

Neville wiped his sweat and straightened his sleeves again.

Said shyly.

"I thought I informed Headmaster Dumbledore too late and would have the Aurors take Professor Graves away. Ha ha! ”

Neville was a shy kid who would say whatever came to mind.

Hermione saw some wet sludge on Neville's, but Neville didn't notice it as she was sorting out his robes. He walked over to Neville and took a silk handkerchief from the inside pocket of his wizard's robe.

Grab his arm and wipe the sludge off his elbow.

"Neville, what's wrong with your hand? How did it get hurt? ”

As soon as she put the handkerchief away, Hermione noticed that Neville's palm was unusually swollen, and she lifted Neville's hand to find that it was more serious than she had imagined.

The already fat palm is now swollen like a pig's trotter, and small wounds cut by stones are densely covered all over the palm.

The oozing blood has crusted over, and some mud and small sand have invaded the inside of the wound to form a black scar.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione held Neville's palm and shouted. Harry and Ron hurried up to check it out.

"Neville, you fell? Let's take you to the school hospital and let Madam Pomfrey bandage it for you. ”

"Harry is right, you can't do that, if you get infected. It hurts a lot. ”

Looking at Neville's injured hand, Harry and Ron spoke in a tone that revealed their concern for Neville.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just fell on the way back and it wasn't a big problem. I didn't feel any pain at the time. All I wanted to see Headmaster Dumbledore soon. ”

Seeing the three friends care so much about him, Neville was a little moved, and opened his mouth to explain that these small wounds were not so serious.

"No! Neville, you have to go to the hospital and get it bandaged. Harry! Ron! We took Neville to the school hospital! ”

Hearing that Neville didn't want to go to the school hospital, Hermione looked serious and demanded that Neville have to take care of his wounds. Unsure of Neville, she decided to go along.

"Well, let's go. Neville! ”

Seeing that his three friends were tough, Neville couldn't resist them. I had to follow them to the school hospital.

"Where's your password?"

Looking at the four little wizards standing in front of him, grinding and chirping, he didn't say the order. The fat lady in the oil painting on the wall asked impatiently.

"Sorry, we're going to the school hospital first."

Hermione gave the fat lady an apologetic look, then pulled Neville towards the stairs, accompanied by Harry and Ron.

They walked down the stairs, through the corridor on the first floor, out of the castle gates, and in the direction of the school hospital.

At this time, the sun was already hanging high, and the biting cold wind had taken away the few dark clouds that were reluctant to leave.

The warm sun shone on the faces of several people, making Harry and the others feel a touch of warmth in this cold winter.

"Be careful in the future, such a heavy snowfall. The road is very slippery, your injury is quite light, help you clean up the foreign body in the wound, and then apply some potion and you'll be fine. Today, a sixth-grader, unaware of the wrong nerve, jumped from the second floor into the snowdrift and broke his leg. ”

Harry and the others gathered around Madam Pomfrey as they watched as she helped Neville clean his wounds, and they looked at each other.

A few people were a little shocked, are the sixth-grade seniors so naughty? I jumped from the second floor to the snow.

Ron wanted to laugh, but was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would kick him out, and his face turned red.

It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to treat Neville's wounds, apply a creamy plaster, and wrap Neville's wounds around them with white gauze.

In order to prevent the gauze from coming into contact with unclean things, it can penetrate into the wound and cause secondary pollution.

Madam Pomfrey also thoughtfully found Neville a very breathable and silky glove for him to wear.

After bandaging Neville's hands, Madam Pomfrey asked them to leave. There were a lot of patients in the school hospital today, and she didn't want these little wizards to disturb the order of the school hospital.

On the way back, an attentive Hermione noticed that Neville's forehead was sweating again, and his face had become unusually ugly.

Thinking that he was injured elsewhere, he asked with concern.

"Neville, what's wrong with you? Didn't tell us if it was hurt somewhere. ”

"No, no, not Hermione. It's that the wound after bandaging is too painful. Before, the attention had been focused on Professor Graves' affairs. Now bandaged by Madam Pomfrey to play with wounds. My mind was full of thoughts about when the wound would heal. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt the pain from the wound. ”

Neville scratched his head with his other hand, embarrassed. Afraid that a few people would laugh at him, he looked at the statue in the garden.

The garden had not yet been cleared of the snow because the snow had just stopped, and the marble statue was buried in a thick layer of snow, revealing only the head of a griffon with a white snow cap.

All of a sudden, the majestic griffin turned into an amiable snow beast.

"Hey, I thought you were hurt again. It's okay, you bear with me. ”

When she heard that Neville was an afterthought, Hermione gave him a blank look and comforted him.