Hermione had lost control of her body, and Moody had to pinch Hermione's jaw, forcefully uncork the bottle, and poured a little green fluorescent juice into the air into Hermione's mouth, and Amosta narrowed his eyes, not stopping him.

As a trickle of fluid flowed into Hermione's mouth, Hermione's pale complexion finally eased somewhat, but a thin black smoke still rose from her body, and the light in her brown pupils only proved that she wasn't dead.

Ron's luck was worse when he hit his head on the stone slab that had been paved on the ground, and he lay motionless on the ground, as if he had fainted.

But Harry didn't run over to see how Ron was doing, his gaze still fell on Hermione's blank face, his green eyes looking blank and unhurried.

No one talked about what was happening, and the little wizards who were getting up from the ground in a frenzy all looked at Hermione Granger, and Professors Bryan and Moody beside her, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead and mercury, and even the wind was silent.

"Oh my God."

In the scattered three broomsticks, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout ran out of the ground stepping on glass shards and wood chips, and they saw a little wizard lying on the ground from a distance, and when they got close enough to find that the student on the ground was Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall's face was bloody, and her body shook violently, and if it wasn't for Professor Sprout's urgent help to her, I am afraid she would have fallen to the ground.

She couldn't believe what was happening right in front of her—Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes, glared at Hermione, and staggered closer,

"What the hell is going on?"

What happened and what the hell is going on?

Everyone present wanted to know about it, and Amosta was there, but until then, it was more important to save Hermione's life!

"This is Hermione's thing?"

Amosta asked calmly as he looked across the ground, looking at the shattered snack boxes and the delicately shaped cookies rolling everywhere.

Professor Bryan didn't look at him, but Harry knew he was asking him, so he nodded slowly, his lips squirming, but he didn't say anything.

Professor Moody fed Hermione the potion and then placed Hermione on the ground with a soothing motion, his cheeks twitching at Brian's gaze.

The anger in her lilac eyes was chilling, and it even made her feel the urge to turn around and run away.

"--It's going to be fine for now, but she needs more professional treatment, and I don't particularly know about wizards' curses."

Moody's lips opened and closed and he said softly.

Whoop -

The biscuits scattered on the ground and the snack boxes torn apart by the explosion repaired like stepping back in time, and looking around at each pair of eyes full of fear and confusion, Amosta finally raised his wand.

A silver streamer burst out of the tip of the staff, rushing in the direction of Hogwarts, and in a single breath, it was already one with the vast snow.

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang—"

Amosta's icy voice resounded in every corner of Hogsmeade's village,

"All students in Hogsmeade should return to Hogwarts immediately without delay."

After dropping these words, Amosta gently hooked his fingers, and a stretcher appeared under Hermione out of thin air, slowly lifting Hermione up.

"Please, oversee the return of the young wizards—" Amosta looked at McGonagall to teach them.

"Amosta--" Professor McGonagall looked at Amosta with tears in her eyes, "Granger her."

"Rest assured--" Amosta said quietly, "she'll be healthy again, but the safety of the students here is just as important, Professor McGonagall, make sure they get back to school as soon as possible--"

After saying that, Amosta put his hand on the armrest of the stretcher, and a magical barrier that emitted a soft milky white light curtain wrapped him and Hermione whole, and after looking at Harry in a trance, Amosta sighed in his heart, and his figure suddenly blurred, broke through the air, and flew into the sky with Hermione.

It can't be anything--Moody thought to himself as he stared at what quickly turned into a black dot in his vision.

The surging wind and waves between high-speed flights were completely blocked by the magic barrier, and there was not a single ripple in the barrier.

Hermione lay on a stretcher, her head tilted limply.

Her vision was still blurred, and the rumbling voices in her ears couldn't make out what was coming from, but she still recognized the person who appeared next to her as Professor Blaine.

The fear of death was suddenly dispelled, and her heart was filled with a sense of security that she had never felt before, and now that Professor Bryan had appeared, she probably wouldn't be in danger again.

But at the same time, a steady stream of grievances emerged in her heart.

This grievance made Hermione unconsciously shed tears, and the warm tears like beads crossed her pale cheeks, and she couldn't hold back at all.

"Don't worry--"

Amosta, whose eyes were locked on Hogwarts Castle, seemed to see something, he lowered his head, and saw Hermione on the stretcher crying, his eyelids moved slightly, giving Hermione a reassuring smile,

"Don't be afraid, we'll get you healthy soon-"

I don't know why, Professor Blaine's fluttering voice overwhelmed the rumbling sound in her ears, Hermione heard it clearly, she tried to blink her eyes, wanted to see Professor Brian more clearly, but the warmth in her heart made her mind relax, and the exhaustion and exhaustion rushed into her mind in waves, and finally Hermione, who couldn't hold on, rolled her eyes and fell asleep.

Wow!

Amosta crossed the school wall and crossed the Black Lake with a loud clattering sound as the wind from the high-speed rush squeezed the ice on the floating ground on the lake.

In the blink of an eye, Amosta had skimmed over the snow-covered rolling lawns and landed at the gates of the castle, while Dumbledore and Snape were already waiting here, and Fawkes was hovering above them.

The moment of eye contact, Amosta also saw the surging anger in Dumbledore's blue eyes, under the intense emotion, the magic of Dumbledore's body was like the sea roaring under a typhoon, perhaps affected by the fierce aura that was emanating from Dumbledore's tall and thin body, or maybe it was caused by running wildly after receiving the message, Severus's face was tense, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his black eyes also had emotional ups and downs.

"I suppressed the poison and curse's erosion of Miss Granger's body, and Moody helped her restore her damaged life force with some strange potions—"

Amosta strode up the steps on a stretcher.

In a flash of fire, three people had already appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore flicked his wand and a couch in his office tumbled and fell to the trio, transforming into a hospital bed.

Amosta controlled Hermione, who had fallen asleep, flew up from the stretcher and slowly landed on the bed.

Dumbledore, Amosta and Severus, the three of them stood on the left and right sides of the bed and at the head of the bed, looking down at the distressed Hermione on the bed, and Fawkes also landed next to Hermione's cheek, lowered his head, looked at Hermione tenderly with ruby eyes, and then, blinked, and dropped a few tears on Hermione's lips.

"It's useless—"

All three of them were looking at Hermione in their own way, and Severus, with dry lips, said,

"The poison and the curse in her are implicated, and as long as the curse exists, the poison will not go away, this curse"

"It's a terrible curse, the poisoner is going to kill her-"

Amosta's eyes were cold, and he said to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's fluttering beard and blue face could be seen how angry he was now, but he didn't say anything, just leaned down and analyzed the frozen black cloud in Hermione's body with a sharp gaze, which had been bound to Hermione's life and magic, and if it weren't for Amosta's suppression, Hermione would have died soon.

Severus swept his gaze to the snack box at the end of the bed, he walked over quickly, took a piece from it, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and after squinting for himself, he shook his head slightly at Amosta,

"There's no poison in the food—"

Dumbledore straightened, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley--"

"They're fine--"

Amosta shook his head slightly,

"The Spellcasters are probably not coming at them,,, they're coming back from Hogsmeade--"

"I need a little Fox tears--"

Severus knew very well what Amosta had brought him for, and he looked at Dumbledore,

"I can concoct some potions, and drinking them consistently will help Granger suppress the toxicity and bring her back to consciousness, but you have to deal with the curse as soon as possible, or sooner or later she won't be able to hold on-"

(End of chapter)