The walk from the living room to the hospital wing flew by incredibly quickly. I had just received a message from the teacher when I was already standing in front of the door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I entered the room.
Looking around the room, I noticed a bear. At the moment she was talking to someone who was hidden behind a screen. I couldn't see this man, and I didn't sense a magical instinct, just like Snape.
Shaking my head, I headed towards the teacher. Halfway towards her, she turned to me and smiled slightly.
"Calder, I'm glad you came so early," she began in a soft voice. - Alas, the reason for your presence here is not entirely joyful.
"Good evening to you too, Miss Pomfrey," I nodded as I approached. - It wasn't difficult. So what is the reason for my presence here?
"So this means it's true," a voice was heard from the third person. He was familiar to me, I heard quite a bit of him in class. "Good morning, young man," Professor McGonagall greeted me, and it was she. Her appearance was flawless as always, except for her eyes. They were red and also slightly swollen. Either she doesn't get enough sleep, or she recently cried.
It looks like she was in the Order of the Phoenix for a reason, since I couldn't feel her. Although, perhaps this is still due to my weakness.
"Good evening to you too, professor," nod. - So why do you need me? - I said turning to the teacher.
— What is the minimum number of magicians that must be present during the operation? - she asked me a question.
- Two. The chief medical officer and his assistant," I answered without hesitation. I had to learn this at the very beginning. - Provided that the patient is in critical condition.
"That's right," the teacher nodded. And it seems she won't have to hide my apprenticeship anymore, since she asked this question in front of the professor. Although, judging by McGonagall's words, at least the teaching staff is aware of this. — Unfortunately, one of the students is in critical condition. Therefore, you will have to assist me during the operation.
"But a teacher," I objected. "According to the rules, I am prohibited from participating in the operation until I receive the official title of witch doctor or healer."
- According to the same rules, I have every right to give you such a title, since I am the Grandmaster. So stop arguing and follow me," she finished sternly, interrupting me. Turning around, Poppy went into the room that was located next to her office. As I knew, there was a surgery room there. I had never visited her before, there was no need.
All this time McGonagall listened to us attentively. Without a doubt, the director will know about this tomorrow. What are you up to, teacher?
Entering the room we found ourselves in a well-lit room. There was nothing in it. No doors, no windows, no furniture. Just a couch and a few ritual circles around it. Stylish...
- Who is our patient? — asked a question that interested me.
Smiling a little sadly, Poppy said:
"This girl is very familiar to you," only one person came to my mind that could get into such a mess. Still, I don't talk to many girls. Really? "Miss, Hermione Granger," with a wave of her hand, the professor dispelled the spell that had previously hidden the girl.
Singed hair. A disfigured face, eyelids stuck together from the enormous heat. Terrible burns all over the body, covering about eighty percent of it. But the most terrible thing was the absence of his right arm up to the elbow. Its place was only a disfigured and offended stump.
"Merlin..." I whispered barely audibly. And it wasn't because of the emotions overwhelming me, I didn't feel anything like that, it was because of her aura. Her condition was terrible. In magical vision, it is clearly visible that the wounds are of a magical nature, because of them the aura was damaged. Terrible scars, torn out, burnt out parts. Only a teacher can cure so that there are no traces left, as well as consequences for the girl herself.
A light sob was heard from behind. Turning around, I only managed to notice the back of the leaving woman. So that's why her eyes were red. Is she that attached to Geomona or is there something else behind it?
- Teacher. Do you plan to completely cure her? Or just the physical shell? — turning around, I asked the bear. It's a worthwhile question, because a lot depends on this.
- You won't even ask the questions that interest you?
- My curiosity will wait. At this moment, the patient's life is important. The rest will come later," I said what I was thinking. That's right, now we need to save the girl, and the teacher won't escape my questions.
"You're right," she smiled softly. - You start the treatment, and I will finish it.
— Study even in such a situation? — raised his left eyebrow.
"It's not often that you come across patients who fell under magical flames and did not turn into crackers, and even managed to stay alive," a grin played on her lips, and devils danced in her eyes.
- I see this situation has become familiar to you, since you also manage to joke. A woman of wisdom and experience," I couldn't resist.
"Talk to me here and then you will find out how sophisticated I am," she warned, narrowing her eyes. - But in general you are right. After so many years you get used to a lot," the sadness can be heard in her voice. What are you hiding behind this mask? Horrible, how interesting. - Enough talk, you can get started.
- Understood.
Having activated Magic Vision, I prepared for work. First of all, make the space sterile, then get rid of burnt hair and areas of skin that cannot be restored.
Having completed the preparations, I began the operation itself. Scans, getting results. Putting the patient's consciousness into deep sleep. Removing burnt pieces of bone and muscle from the body. Cleansing blood from impurities. Fusion of muscles, nerves and skin. Easy "feeding" of damaged organs with mana.
Each action is a verbal hand pass for better concentration. I used the stick only as a last resort. Mana turned into various magical constructs, which took the form of ordinary lines, blocks and spirals, to "living" octopuses and a swarm of bees. All this alternated, intertwined, and also intensified. An incredible picture that took a ton of mana to create. Not infrequently, I had to overfill these constructs with mana in order to offset the lack of control.
Under my gaze, the body began to transform. The hair disappeared, its appearance reminiscent of unburned straw. The burns healed. The charred areas were destroyed, and new ones appeared in their place. New muscles came to replace the old ones. In general, the operation went smoothly and without incident.
At the end of my actions, the girl lost about two kilograms, but began to look much better, with the exception of her right arm, as well as terrible scars all over her body after the burns were removed. This is logical, everything requires resources, and I am not a master at replacing the body's need for the necessary elements with mana. The same goes for burns, the aura is not under my control. Although my actions also affected her, since not only the aura affects the body, but also the body affects the aura.
Moving away from the girl, I sighed tiredly. I needed more than seventy percent of the reserve for it. If these were ordinary injuries, it wouldn't have taken me even thirty percent. Still, magical injuries require much more energy to "eliminate."
- Phew, - and this is tiring. - Teacher, I'm done. Now it's your turn," I passed the baton to the witch.
"Well done, Kol," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. - Did a great job. You're right, now it's my turn. Watch my actions very carefully," she finished with a sweet smile.
Sitting down right where I was standing, I began to watch her with all my eyes.
Shock, awe and desire to be able to do the same. Her work was on a completely different level. Each swing of her palm caused a resonance in mana, which entailed a lot of changes. And what volume did she use? I still have to plow and plow before that. And it was clear from her that this was not the limit for her.
It's not for nothing that the teacher is a descendant of the Sids. Her every action was accompanied by magical energy. She didn't have to manage, she did everything for her. Streams of various colors intertwined into amazing, multidimensional pictures that I cannot describe in words.
Red, blue, purple, pink, black, white, green... and many hundreds of other colors created threads that enveloped Hermione's body, and then changed it, returning it to its former integrity. In just five minutes she got rid of the burns.
There were no problems with the hand either. The teacher didn't have to do everything one by one like I did, bones, muscles, nerves, skin --- no. She did everything at once. Literally creating a magical construct, she extended her hand onto it, using her Mana as power.
And then the most interesting thing began - aura treatment. It happened through the influence of the aura of the witch herself. Using it, she, like a loving mother, took "her" child and enveloped him with love and warmth.
She did not correct or treat auras; that would have been too rude and clumsy. The teacher helped her cope on her own, survive this adversity, and then soar like a bird that was released from a cage. The aura became larger and stronger.
Twenty minutes. It took her so long to heal Hermione, but I'm sure if I hadn't been here she would have done it much faster. All this was shown specifically so that I could see it all and could see where to strive and what to know.
"Thank you, Teacher," I bowed to her. This means a lot to me. I can't put into words how much I was able to get out of this. And all thanks to this woman. "I won't let you down, and I won't waste your efforts." I promise.
"No need, Kol," she smiled softly. "You don't need to promise me anything, you don't need to try for me." Try for yourself and your goals. Then you will succeed.
"I'll remember," straightening up, he nodded to her words. - But you are still incredible. Now you can't tell from her that she survived such a terrible incident—really. Hermione was as good as new. There were no traces of burns left. Only there is no hair, but with potions you can grow it back in a day. And besides, I did correct her teeth, otherwise they are too big for her... - What happened to her?
"It's unknown," the teacher shook her head. "They found her on the third floor, the same one that the Director mentioned."
- Was she alone?
- No. Potter was also there.
- Harry? What about Ron? They were together all the time, no matter what. Friends to death and all that," I was surprised. Really, what happened to them?
"Ron is dead, Calder," she dumbfounded me. What? How? Why? One of the three heroes left this world?
- What? How? - I asked. After all, Ron influenced many people in history, but now he is gone. This changes a lot.
"Come with me," having said this, she headed out, having first covered Granger's body with something like a blanket.
Leaving the room, we went to the ballroom part of the Hospital Wing, where Percival once lay. Literally a minute later we came to the bed, which was covered with a screen.
Looking at me again, Poppy moved the screen aside with a wave of her hand. Ron lay on an ordinary bed, or rather what was left of him. The body was broken in many places, the absence of both legs and one arm, as well as a grimace of incomprehension on the face.
- Why is he in this condition? "You can at least make him look more or less presentable before his relatives see him," I said after a few minutes.
- Can. But the director asked not to do this for now. He wants to examine Ron's body to find out what happened to him.
- Yes, it is clearly visible that he collided with something heavy. The injuries are very specific," I answered after a more thorough examination.
- I came to the same conclusion. It's just not clear what happened to the hand. It was as if she had been cut off with a sword. And all this in one hit. Someone quite strong and large beat him.
"Well, we can only find out tomorrow by asking Miss Granger," he answered her after a slight pause.
"Yes," she nodded. "And it's you who I instruct to keep an eye on her so that nothing happens." Consider it practice in a magical clinic, as a healer on duty," she said with a slight grin. This unsettled me for a moment. It was unexpected.
Having collected myself, I answered:
- Is this revenge for my jokes? — he asked her somehow doomedly, sagging his shoulders.
- No, why did you get the idea? How could I treat you so unfairly? "This is all for the sake of practice and nothing else," she said confidently, even throwing it in the end. But the smile, as well as the emotions, gave her away. I haven't felt so much gloating mixed with fun for a long time.
"Eh," I sighed at her words. "I understand you, you don't have to explain anything," and then added in a whisper. – It's not for nothing that you are a descendant of the Sids.
She just smiled.
Turning to Ron, I looked at his face again. I feel sorry for the guy. I had no malice towards him. Yes, he was envious, stubborn, selfish and lazy, but he was also an ordinary child who still doesn't know much about the world. He had his whole life ahead of him. Ron could become either a hero or a villain. However, everything changed in an instant. He's gone. Another grief for the family, especially for the female part. I don't know what it will be like for them and I don't want to know. It hurts too much to lose two family members in one year.
Squeezing the amulet in my hand, I calmed down slightly. I hope he will help me this time too. In the end, I will be here tomorrow and I will also have to feel all the emotions, and maybe today. After all, the family has an artifact showing the condition of the family members. I'm sure they already know about everything.
- Sorry for him. He had his whole life ahead of him.
"This is just another proof that life is too changeable." We don't know what will happen tomorrow," she squeezed my shoulder and tried to support me. But alas, I don't need this. I've seen enough of death. And not only her... - Let's go, you have the whole night ahead of you.
Having looked at the guy's face for the last time, I went to find the teacher.
As for me. This is just further proof of human stupidity. But who am I to judge?