Chapter 605
Oh, It’s Gray
Chapter 605 Oh, It’s Gray
When the cheers almost overturned the stadium, Wade and Harry had quietly left the stage.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood not far away, their faces filled with unconcealable joy, but Professor McGonagall's face was a little pale, as if she was still worried about her students.
They waved the two men over, and when they got closer, Professor McGonagall immediately stepped forward and put her hands firmly on Harry's shoulders.
"That was brilliant, Potter!"
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled slightly:
"Excellent, whether it was the dive when he flew past the dragon or the decisiveness in defeating the Durmstrang later... Oh, you need to go find Madam Pomfrey... And you, Gray. Filius, let Gray go to the medical tent..."
Professor Flitwick was pulling Wade, almost spinning in excitement. Upon hearing this, he immediately pushed Wade to the side:
"Yes, yes, you need to go find Madam Pomfrey first."
"I'm not hurt, Professor," Vader said.
"Oh, my child, it's not just visible wounds that need treatment." Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "Madam Pomfrey knows what to do."
"I'm sorry, Professor." Vader said softly, "I didn't follow your advice."
"No, no, no, dear Vader, I did suggest that you keep a low profile during the game, but this isn't a bad thing... no, it's better."
Professor Flitwick had no intention of blaming him. He smiled brightly and said cheerfully:
“Seeing your performance on the field reminds me of myself when I was young – high-spirited, fearless, and surprising everyone with my own strength!”
"Merlin!"
Professor Flitwick suddenly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his wet eyes:
"I almost forgot what I was like before, and asked you to be more reserved... In order to ensure the success of the competition, I asked you to learn to be patient, even if you will suffer some grievances and gossip..."
"But young people should act like young people. Keep up the spirit, kid! Let everyone know that Ravenclaw will shine at the critical moment and is not a coward who only knows how to protect himself!"
"Who dares to say you're a coward, Professor?" Wade said with a smile, "You're the champion of the duel tournament. No matter who your opponent is, I believe you have the courage to fight him."
"Haha, it's all old news. I didn't expect you still remember it." Professor Flitwick tried hard to suppress the smile on his face. "After you graduate, maybe you can participate in the duel competition. With your ability, you will definitely be able to win another championship."
The two chatted and laughed as they walked to the front of the medical tent. After they lifted the heavy canvas curtain and went in, they found that the space inside was astonishingly large. Dozens of beds were arranged in two rows, and most of them were occupied by patients.
Some people's robes were singed and there were large burns on their bodies; some had thick green ointment covered on their faces and were groaning in pain; others had their arms or legs slung, sitting on their beds with dark faces and frustration.
There are still many wounded soldiers who have fallen into a coma and have not woken up yet, and they smell like potions.
In this situation, Madam Pomfrey naturally could not handle it alone, so the Ministry of Magic specially invited several therapists from St. Mungo's, who shuttled between the beds like busy hummingbirds.
"The last time I saw something like this was during the riots on the night of the Quidditch World Cup!"
A bald healer was applying ointment on the student's arm while complaining loudly: "What on earth is the Ministry of Magic thinking? Letting a group of students fight a dragon? Even adults don't dare to do this!"
"I told you long ago that this competition shouldn't be held anymore! Aren't the lessons learned hundreds of years ago enough?"
Another female therapist wearing gold-rimmed glasses said coldly: "Some idiots only care about making some big news and don't care about other people's lives at all!"
"Come on, kid." Another kind-looking therapist pulled Harry over, looked at the wound on his leg, and immediately gasped, with an expression of pity on his round face.
"Oh my god, is this how you got here? Poor kid, how painful must it be?"
She waved her wand and sent Harry to the bed, took out the potion bottle, and carefully dripped the potion on the wound.
Madam Pomfrey, who had just treated a wounded man, hurried over. She looked Vader up and down and asked in surprise, "Gray, are you not hurt?"
Wade smiled and said, "I'm lucky."
As soon as he finished speaking, the groaning in the tent disappeared instantly, and all the warriors who were still awake looked at Vader, their eyes piercing him like knives.
Amina sat up straight with a livid face; Olga's face was gloomy, and an elusive light flashed in her eyes; Seraphina snorted and turned her back to Vader.
Krum, who did not meet Wade, was also looking at him seriously with a frown on his face, as if he was thinking about something.
Of course, there were some people who were relatively calm, and who would even smile and nod slightly at Vader—such as Papua from Ouagadou—but such people were extremely rare.
During the previous treatment, several St. Mungo's healers had heard about Wade's great achievements from the students' complaints. At this moment, their movements suddenly slowed down, and they exchanged surprised glances with each other and stole glances at Wade at the door.
Madam Pomfrey kept a straight face, not at all affected by other people's emotions, she just raised her wand and checked Vader again.
"There is indeed no sign of magical damage..."
As she muttered, she took a bottle of light blue potion from the shelf and pressed it into Wade's hand without allowing it to be refused.
Vader looked at the potion and said in protest: "Madam Pomfrey, I really don't need it--"
"No, you need it." Madam Pomfrey's voice was filled with an unyielding majesty: "Do you think that casting spells continuously will not put a strain on your mind? Drink it, this bottle of sedative will relax your tense nerves!"
Wade looked at Professor Flitwick for help, but saw that the dean, who had treated him like a treasure just now, was now three meters away from him, looking at the patterns on the tent, as if there was some profound magic on it.
"Okay." He sighed, uncorked the bottle and drank it all in one gulp. The potion retained its usual extremely unpalatable taste, causing Wade to grimace.
A cool feeling flowed down his throat into his stomach and then spread to his whole body. His heartbeat slowed down and his mind became as clear as if washed by spring water. All the emotions during the game quickly left his heart, making him feel like a bystander.
Madam Pomfrey nodded with satisfaction, pointed to an empty bed for Vader to sit down, and said, "Okay, rest quietly for a while. When the game is over, someone will call you out."
She walked quickly towards another unconscious student. At this moment, the curtain of the tent was opened again, and a student with a charred and bloody body was brought in.
Wade glanced sideways and saw that it was Ito Tai from the Institute of Magic.
The healer who quickly ran over to greet the patient made a sharp noise, and the Auror who brought the injured in explained humbly:
"It's the Hungarian Horntail... The big guy was originally irritated by the warrior in front. The child wanted to imitate Potter and fly over, but he was accidentally caught by the fire dragon while dodging..."
Harry had almost forgotten the oppressive feeling that the dragon had brought him before. Looking at the dying student, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
(End of this chapter)