"Whew-" The flames next to him were extinguished by a stream of water, and then Harry exclaimed, "The professor is over here!"

A figure rushed over and knelt beside him, Hermione looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief, how could Lockhart, who had been fine two minutes ago and promised to come and join them immediately, become like this in the blink of an eye.

"Gildero, what should I do? Sirius!" Hermione was terrified, crying out with tears, and in vain she covered Lockhart's bleeding wound with her hand, but the blood dripped down her wrist and could not be covered...... She knew she should do something right away, but she didn't know what to do first. "Help Gildero!" she remembered that there was another adult beside her, and grabbed him like a life-saving straw.

Harry was also stunned to see the huge wound on Lockhart's chest, he had never seen such a bloody scene, even when he mistakenly attacked Malfoy with the Blade, it only made a few cuts, and did not cause such a huge wound. Lockhart coughed up a mouthful of blood, let go of his wand, and pressed it to the ground and tried to reach for them: now you should stop the bleeding for me, and then find a way to keep me breathing, or else I'll die, hurry!

It's a pity that his trachea is blocked by blood, and his face is so red that he is only spraying blood, and he can't say a complete word, seeing that Hermione still looks lost and at a loss, he can only turn his eyes to Cyris for help.

"Get out of the way, Hermione. Blake broke away from Hermione's hand that was clutching the corner of his coat, he hadn't dealt with such a wound, but after all, he had more experience, "You should heal the wounds on your trachea and lungs first, right?" he knelt beside Lockhart's shoulder, asking him as clearly as he could. Lockhart nodded with difficulty, then watched as Cyreth brushed his wand against the wound on his chest, the opening of his trachea healed. Blocked by the Iron Armor Charm and the Body Protector Charm plus the triple defense of the ribs, the lungs were fortunately not cut through, and they were not difficult to deal with.

Lockhart raised his scalded left hand and pointed at his neck.

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione knelt to the side. He was so frightened by the severe burn on Lockhart's left hand that his whole body trembled, and he forgot to cry when he cried, "Save him, Siris, you will definitely be able to save him!"

"Stop screaming!" Blake said angrily, continuing to look at Lockhart's expression, "Do you want me to unclog my trachea?" Lockhart nodded, so he immediately used his wand to flick it up along his chest and throat, and Lockhart felt the blood in his trachea squeeze into his mouth with a force. Wow, he spat out a large puddle of blood.

"Ha-ha-" Lockhart felt a piercing pain with every breath, his mouth was full of blood, but he still endured the severe pain and greedily breathed in the fresh air, Cyris is not a professional, he must not have fully dealt with the injury on his lungs, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

"Oh—it's still bleeding...... Seeing that Lockhart couldn't seem to die, Hermione finally burst into tears, crying as she rummaged through Lockhart's pocket and pulled out a bottle of something, trying to apply it to Lockhart's wound.

"Don't worry. At least four broken ribs and it is not certain if there are other internal organ injuries that should be taken to the hospital. Blake said, "I'll give you the ribs first." Stop the bleeding. ”

After a long series of spells, Blake's face was also sweating, and Hermione was in tears of distress on the side.

"It's the tears of the phoenix...... Hermione reminded as she held the vial for a moment, choking up.

"Oh my God. Where did it come from?" Blake snatched it and sprinkled it on the wound on Lockhart's chest without saying a word. "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

The Phoenix's tears have extremely healing properties, after flowing through the wounds on Lockhart's lungs. Instantly, he felt that his breathing was no longer so painful, and it was smoother.

"Let's go!" Lockhart gestured, Voldemort would have people check the apparition records at any time, and he had to change places first.

"The bleeding doesn't stop!" Blake said solemnly, "Harry, see what the mysterious man is doing?"

"He-he's killing his own people...... "he looks like he's gone crazy and didn't come to us." ”

"That's good, there's no rush. Blake breathed a sigh of relief and tossed aside the bottle of phoenix tears that had been poured clean, "It's trauma now, my God, it's seven or eight inches long, and it's still that deep...... Harry, Hermione, put a protective charm on this place first!"

"Oh, okay - he's okay......" Hermione had tears on her face, she was really scared just now, and her mind went blank, as if the end of the world was still awake, and she came back to her senses when she saw that Lockhart was still awake.

"Can't die!"

She held her wand and began to heal Lockhart's scalded left hand, she didn't dare deal with the wound on her torso, but the hand didn't matter. A small string of spells went down, and after the burn was almost treated, he took out the white fresh essence.

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"Oh my God. Hermione's face was pale, and she felt a little dizzy as the fear of losing her lover subsided. "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking. ”

Harry pulled the stopper off the vial, and Hermione took the bottle and poured a few drops of the potion on Lockhart's hands, as if they had been skinned. Green smoke billowed up, and when it cleared, the wound looked as if it had been a few days old, and the exposed flesh was covered with a new layer of skin.

"That's all I dare to do," Hermione said with a shudder, "There are some spells that can make him fully recover, but I don't dare to use them for fear of doing it wrong and causing more damage...... He's already shed so much blood......"

"That's right, he's lost too much blood now, and the essence of healing magic is still to speed up the healing of wounds, which needs to be synchronized with supplemental nutrition. Blake nodded, "The upper part of your chest is barely healing, you can't let it grow completely right away, you need to use all the nutrients in your body for hematopoiesis." ”

"Professor, what the hell is going on......," Harry asked weakly, apparently separated for a moment, but Lockhart looked like he had fought a dozen top Death Eaters, "It's only a little over a minute." ”

"You said it was going to be fine! I don't believe you anymore!" Hermione took a handkerchief to Lockhart and carefully wiped the blood from his face, tears falling from her eyes. "You liar, if you die, I won't live either!"

"Say no more, Hermione. Cyreth said he needed a break. Harry said.

The threat of death passed, and Lockhart felt light at this time, his breathing was still not as smooth as before he was injured, there must be blood in his lungs, blood on the walls of his trachea, his breath was fishy, and he couldn't lift his eyelids.

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I don't know how long it took, Lockhart woke up from his coma and opened his eyes. At first, all he could see was a large patch of mild milky yellow light in front of him, and after a few seconds, he realized that he was looking at the top of the tent, and it looked like it was daytime.

There was a large lump of dark color on the right side of his face, and he tried to turn his head to make out it, it turned out to be a clump of hair, and the hair color should be Hermione.

Turning her head again, she saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed, lying on the head of the bed and burying her arms in the crook of her arm, probably sleeping. He was now lying on the bed in the big tent, with what should have been bandages on his chest and hands, and covered with a quilt.

It must not have been a few days, Lockhart thought. Then he found a bottle hanging on a shelf at the head of the bed, and a tube in it was connected and inserted into his hand, filling his body with a transparent liquid.

What is this? Lockhart was startled, but then another memory in his mind told him that it was harmless, and as time went on, the memory of unknown origin became weaker and less useful, and he even doubted the authenticity of this memory.

If you hadn't gained this memory, you would have slept in St. Mungo's psychiatric department by now, when Scrimgeour was dead and the Aurors surrendered to the new Ministry. The Order of the Phoenix was shattered, and the three isolated saviors should still be racking their brains to destroy the pendant......

"If" didn't make sense, Lockhart stopped doing this mental gymnastics, but he had just been startled by a Muggle thing, and a shake woke Hermione up.

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――(To be continued......)