Chapter 421

"... Mr. McLean?"

When she heard someone calling herself, Maka immediately turned her head and nodded to the other party. With a wave of his hand, the white cloth that had been floating covered sokas again.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, it's hard for you..." he whispered, "are there many injured?"

"Not much. When things happened, most of the students took classes in various classrooms, and the students who took the course of protecting magical biology came back in time -" Mrs. Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school hospital, shook her head gently. "There was some trouble with the injuries of the two students."

"Who?" asked Maka hurriedly, "is it petrified? If Mandela grass resurrection potion is out of stock, I have it here..."

"No, no..." Mrs. Pomfrey said softly, "I haven't used much since I replenished the reserves before. There are enough drugs available."

If Marca is the most respected faculty member in Hogwarts, it is undoubtedly Mrs. poppy Pomfrey.

Mrs. Pomfrey has been a resident therapist in Hogwarts for a long time. She had been a school doctor here when Snape and others were students.

Her rich experience in treatment and her mastery of various healing spells, potions and mixed herbs were enough to enable her to find a well paid job in San mungo.

But she stayed at Hogwarts for decades, treating every patient sent to her severely and gently. Even if most of them were minor injuries and illnesses, she never complained and got bored.

Incidentally, Mrs. Pomfrey's potions generally taste strange. Some are obviously sweet and delicious potions. They will become "bitter medicine" that is difficult to swallow when they arrive at her.

I remember Mrs. Pomfrey once said:

"If you don't want to drink these strange potions, please don't get hurt and don't leave yourself a chance to come to the medical room. Otherwise, please bear the consequences!"

Of course, I heard that her symptoms of spell damage will be a little tricky, and I don't know if it's true.

"If so, it's best," Marca nodded. "Then I'll go and see the injured students."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Pomfrey became a little serious when she heard that he was going to enter the ward. "Of course, I have heard of Mr. McLean's achievements in magic medicine. If it's you, it's no problem, but please be careful not to stay too long... The patient needs a good rest!"

"Yes, I understand. I was taken care of by you at the beginning. As a former patient, I am equally grateful to you for your concept of taking patient protection as the first principle."

Maka leaned politely and followed Mrs. Pomfrey to the ward.

When Maka walked in, the fire was flickering in the fireplace. The warmth of the fire dissipated the cold outside and baked the whole room as if it were still in spring.

The beds on both sides are separated one by one by white curtains, but there are few patients at present, so most of the curtains are opened, and only two beds are covered to ensure that patients will not feel uneasy because of the empty ward even when they wake up.

Maka has also been to the ward of the school hospital several times. The longest time she stayed here should be the period when Luna was hospitalized and recovered.

Here, he also encountered an extremely significant turning point in his life.

After that, first, he basically didn't need to come here again, and second, he actually had some indescribable resistance to here in the bottom of his heart.

In this way, it seems that some time has passed since I came to the school hospital last time. Now when he came back here again, he glanced at the window subconsciously for the first time.

It was there that he saw something he shouldn't have seen, so that after that, even the way he was determined to move forward was greatly deflected.

The memories in her mind were scattered a little. Maka stepped to the foot of a hospital bed where someone was lying, and her eyes fell on the patient on the bed.

That's Ron. His body is still gray at this time, but in terms of fossilization, it's obviously recovering gradually. When he returns to his original appearance, he should be able to jump around again after a rest.

After Maka stood aside and examined him, she turned and walked to another hospital bed.

"Well?"

Another student was lying opposite Ron. As soon as she saw him, Marca couldn't help but give a light sigh. Because in his opinion, the patient's condition is much more serious than Ron's.

"I remember she was --" Marca recalled a little and said in her heart, "... Well, is it called 'Helen Shane'?"

"I was bitten by an eight eyed giant spider. When I found her, the trauma on her body had begun to heal. I should have done some emergency treatment by myself." Mrs. Pomfrey said softly, "but it was just a skin wound. In the final analysis, the focus was on toxins."

She paused and seemed to pity the lovely girl.

"... to tell you the truth, it's a very dangerous toxin. After discussing with Professor Snape, I used dung stone mixture to temporarily suppress the spread of toxicity. Now Professor Snape should be trying to prepare a targeted antidote for this toxin."

"... really?" Maka nodded subconsciously, but her thoughts remained in consideration of Helen.

His last blow in the spider's nest did hit the guy posing as sokas. Moreover, he was using the gift Snape had given him - the God front shadowless spell.

Reasonably speaking, the effect of this spell created by Snape is quite extreme. It is not only fast and hidden, but also can cut the enemy's flesh and bones like a sharp sword.

Most importantly, the injury caused by this spell can not be easily healed by other means except the corresponding counter curse.

Of course, this is not absolute.

If the person who is under this spell can cut the flesh and blood from the wound, he can get rid of the alien magic attached to it. If the injury is not too critical, you can recover without knowing the anti curse.

That's why Maka doubts. Injury is injury. Except Ron, the only one sent to this ward is miss helen Shane.

But he was just skeptical. After all, the fake sokas might have escaped Hogwarts.

If Helen is the guy who ran away, and she can hide herself with the poison of alienated eight eyed giant spider when she gouges out the flesh and blood of the wound and recovers again

"If that's the case..."

It's nothing to be cruel to the enemy. If you can be so cruel to yourself, that's the real danger. This danger has nothing to do with its own strength.

The harm that happens inadvertently is the most difficult to prevent.

"... should we start first?" Marca thought secretly.

"Mr. McLean?" Mrs. Pomfrey couldn't help reminding her that Marca had been staring at the little girl in a daze.

"Hmm?" Maka turned her head and immediately saw Mrs. Pomfrey looking at him discontentedly. He said knowingly, "ah... I was just wondering if I would go to Professor Snape later."

"If you like," Mrs. Pomfrey nodded, "it's a good thing for patients to have more pharmacists to refer to... But I think we have to leave."

"Oh, of course." Marca immediately echoed, "let the patient have a good rest. Yes, that's right!"

For the toxin of alienated eight eyed giant spider, Maka naturally knows better than anyone. He had already had a series of tests and records when he transformed aragog's blood.

Although this powerful toxin mixed with the characteristics of snake monster and eight eyed giant spider may not be much better than either of them, it is quite reliable in terms of novelty and complexity.

He believed that even Snape, a master of potions, could not prepare the corresponding antidote in a short time.

Only from the experience of Snape and Mrs. Pomfrey, it is certain to suppress the spread of toxin temporarily. The harvest of proper treatment is that the time point of toxin attack is delayed for some days.

So instead of going to Snape's Potion preparation room as he said, Maka went back to his own office first.

There are many things waiting for him to deal with, not only the Hogwarts incident, but also some tails in the American magic world. For example, Sirius Black, who is still recovering in bed, and the children he placed in Jackson Square shed.

In addition, he also felt that it was time to strengthen the defensive strength for Hogwarts.

"... at that time, perhaps Hermione will be the happiest?" Marca, who just came to the office door, smiled and shook her head. Even if she opened the door, she went in. "Hoo - let's sleep for a while. She hasn't closed her eyes well in the past two days and can't rely on medicine all the time."

After closing the door of the office again, he lit the fireplace and cooked himself hot cocoa.

While waiting for it to be cooked, he still didn't let go of his spare time. Instead, he sat in front of the fireplace and began to write and draw in his notebook.

Since entering this colorful and bumpy magic world, Maka found that she didn't seem to have much leisure. But for him, this busy but unusually full.

Because he can clearly feel that he is really "alive".