After assigning a series of tasks, Dumbledore and his teachers returned to the Quidditch arena to preside over the Triwizard Tournament award ceremony.

Madam Pomfrey and Margaery returned to the ward, bringing with them a large number of potions.

Rove looked at the bottles and cans, and couldn't help frowning, "Do you need so many potions?" ”

"The injuries on your body are caused by seven or eight kinds of magic, and of course you need a combination of potions."

Madam Pomfrey walked to the table with the bottles in her arms and instructed:

"Margaery, you come and help Rove clean his wounds, and I'll go and dispense the medicine."

Margaery sat on the edge of the bed, looked Rove up and down, and smiled at him:

"Shall I take it off for you, or will you take it off yourself? It's inconvenient for you to get injured right now, so I suggest you choose the former. ”

"Don't worry." Margaery licked her lips sequely, "When I undress you, I will be very gentle and will not hurt you." ”

Rove shook his head like a rattle. "I'll do it myself!"

He quickly took off his robe, revealing the undershirt underneath, and was about to continue undressing when he found Gabrielle staring at him intently.

Rov had no choice but to stop and ask, "Gabrielle, why are you still here?" The Triwizard Tournament is over, aren't you going to see your sister? ”

Gabrielle sat on the edge of the bed, shook her legs slightly, and said, "With Mom and Dad here, I'll be fine if I go later." ”

"I'm going to take off my clothes, it's inconvenient for you to be here, and I'm covered in blood, it's going to scare you."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of blood!" Gabrielle grinned:

"I want to study medical care, Madam Pomfrey promised me that I could observe here."

“……”

Seeing that Gabrielle refused to leave, Rove had no choice but to take off his shirt.

Margaery sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the blood from his body with a soft cloth, revealing many deep wounds.

After Mrs. Pomfrey prepared the medicine, she kept smacking her lips while helping Rove apply it, complaining that the Triwizard Tournament was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.

After applying the wound, Madam Pomfrey began to bandage Rove, and she really had to get Gabrielle to do it.

"That's enough, that's enough, now bring the bandages. Apply the ointment first, then wrap the bandage, and tie it tightly, otherwise the blood will seep out......"

At Madam Pomfrey's command, Gabrielle carefully wrapped the bandages, albeit somewhat hastily, but generally fine.

She eventually learned how Shirley bandages magical creatures, and tied a lot of bows to Rove, leaving him speechless.

After all this was done, Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle with the label "Washing the marrow and removing the bones" on it.

"In an hour, drink it again," she said, pouring out a steaming glass and handing it to Rove, "as long as you finish it on time, you won't have a scar on your body." ”

Rove took the potion, took only a small sip, and couldn't help but spit it out, and he said angrily:

"Why is it so bad?"

"Professor Snape's potion." Madam Pomfrey explained succinctly.

“……”

Well, as we all know...... Snape's potions, without affecting their effectiveness, add strange things that make them taste worse.

This may be a way for Lily to get revenge on society after he was prying it away from James.

But even so, Rove could only drink it hard.

At this time, there was a commotion at the door, and the door of the ward was slammed open, and a large group of students crowded in.

It was not only Hufflepuff and the other three houses that came, but also Beauxbatons and Durmstrand...... After hearing that Rove was injured, they came to visit him.

Hundreds of young wizards, crowding the corridors, and even prefects among them, tried to maintain order and get everyone to line up without crowding to avoid a stampede.

Madam Pomfrey was dumbfounded, she was stunned, and soon rushed over with a roar, shouting:

"This kid is injured and now needs to rest! Get out! Get out! Get me out! No further entry! ”

As one of the top three witches in Hogwarts in terms of deterrence, her majesty is comparable to that of Professor McGonagall, which should not be underestimated.

The students dispersed, and even Margaery and Gabrielle were driven away by Madam Pomfrey.

So, Rove was left alone in the ward, and he closed his eyes and began to rest.

During this time, Madam Pomfrey brought a second cup of potion, but it was so bitter that he took half of it and put it on the bedside table.

After a few moments, Rove suddenly noticed the slight sound of footsteps, and he opened his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw a hazy shadow.

The shadow came from a young girl who walked lightly to the bed, carefully lifted the quilt with an extremely slight movement, and leaned over to examine Rove's injuries.

A ray of moonlight poured through the gap between the windows and fell on the girl's cheeks, reflecting her skin as smooth as jade, and faintly flowing with brilliance.

Rove looked at the moving girl who was as bright as winter snow, and was a little distracted for a while.

After a long time, he gently called, "Shirley, why are you here?" ”

Shirley raised her head, tears in her eyes, even hazy than the perennial misty black lake, she said in a trembling voice:

"I heard Gabrielle say that you are badly injured and covered in blood......"

"Don't listen to her bluff you, it's just a minor injury."

Rov stretched out his hand, touched the ponytail girl's head, and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, and laughed softly:

"Isn't this supposed to be a big celebration for you? You're the first champion of the Triwizard Tournament since it was interrupted for 200 years. ”

"I said you were injured and wanted to come to the hospital to see you, so Professor Flitwick allowed me to come." Shirley whispered:

"Besides, the champion was supposed to be yours."

"What's yours and mine, is there a difference between the two of us?" Rove smiled absently.

He struggled to sit up, and Shirley hurriedly held the boy up, then put the pillow behind him to make him as comfortable as possible.

Shirley saw the potion on the table and wondered, "Is this your medicine?" ”

"Yes." Rove nodded and said, "I was bitter, so I left it and didn't drink it." ”

Shirley pursed her lips lightly, frowned, and said, "If you don't drink medicine, how can the injuries on your body be healed?" ”

"But it's really bitter." Rov said with a bitter face.

"Good medicine is bitter." Shirley comforted softly: "After drinking the medicine, eat some nourishing honey candy, so that you won't feel bitter." ”

Rove nodded helplessly, and reached for the potion, using his left hand, because his right hand was not only bandaged, but the wound was not healed and was not very flexible.

The ponytail girl had already taken the first step to pick up the bowl, and she said softly, "You lie down obediently, and I will feed you." ”

"No, I'm not a child." Although Rove said this, his body leaned back honestly, leaning back on the pillow again.

Shirley took the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful and blew it cold, handed it to Rove's mouth, and said warmly:

"So...... Is Voldemort resurrected? ”

"That's right." Rove took a sip of the potion and swallowed it with difficulty. "You already know what happened tonight?"

Shirley hummed softly, "After the game, Gabrielle, Hermione, and Fleur came to me and told me what had happened in Black's graveyard. ”

"After Voldemort's resurrection, the Death Eaters will definitely move more frequently than ever." Rove advised:

"Fleur and Gabrielle are fine in France, you and Hermione are in England, be careful in the future, I killed so many Death Eaters, they can't kill me, but they may find you trouble."

"I remember."

Shirley scooped another spoonful of potion and handed it to Rove's mouth, seeing that he frowned, she couldn't help but ask:

"Is it really that bitter?"

"It's really bitter, Snape must have added bitter gall and coptis to it." Rove said pitifully, "I don't believe you taste it." ”

Shirley was really holding the bowl and taking a big sip of the potion, and when Rove was about to ask how he felt, the girl leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Both of their throats thumped slightly.

After a moment, Shirley let go of Rof, and she looked down and asked softly:

"Is it still bitter?"

Rov swallowed the potion little by little, and he reached out a finger to lift the soft chin of the ponytail girl, and saw the flush of her cheeks, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

He wiped his fingers over her lips and said softly:

"It's so sweet."

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