Professor Slughorn tossed Lys onto a stretcher, directing students to quickly take her to the medical room, waddling his large belly as fast as he could to the medical room, hoping Madam Pomfrey would be prepared.
What had this child done?! Why did she look like she was about to die?!
Over there, Lys lay on the stretcher, mumbling, "Not dying, slow down, so dizzy..."
Seeing Lys half-covered in blood, looking like she was about to die from severe blood loss any moment, Madam Pomfrey screamed, waving away the crowd and quickly fumbling around, pouring bottle after bottle of potion into Lys's mouth.
After swallowing those potions, Lys's lips slightly parted.
"Hungry!"
After Lys was fed milk with half a jug of sugar for ten minutes, the blood replenishing potion finally had some effect.
She managed to utter a sentence, "Professor... my dormitory and blood... help... my snake!"
Poor Slughorn, still catching his breath, ran back to the Slytherin common room. Every part of a wizard's body is a medium for casting spells. He was also a Slytherin, understanding that caution.
He waved his wand, lamenting his busy life, wouldn't it be nice to sit in the office with a glass of mead?
Clearing the blood dripping along the corridor and the large bloodstain on the common room steps.
Originally intending just to close Lys's dormitory door, Slughorn hesitated as he smelled an unusual potion scent.
He considered for a moment and decided to enter the cramped, dark room. He saw arm anatomy drawings scattered on the floor, records, blood-stained open notebooks, several broken magic arrays carved on amber.
Books on dark magic curses, spells, guardian spirits, potions, material alchemy were stacked from ceiling to floor, filling half a wall.
Empty potion crystal bottles scattered on the floor, soaked in blood, along with a pile of dried or fresh flesh and bone fragments, strange powders and marks on the ground.
Covering his mouth and nose, he found it hard to breathe; the heavy scent of blood, if someone told him ten people had died here, he'd believe it.
On the walls were various explanations of healing magic, anatomy of bones and organs, potion lists, and in a corner, a large snake made of various shimmering minerals.
Carefully discerning the potion bottles on the ground, Slughorn's expression turned serious as he stood up to confirm the list on the wall.
He waved his wand, "Trace Reveal," two lights appeared in the space, indicating only he and the dormitory's owner, Stalys Black, had entered here in the past two days.
But he was still uneasy, standing at the door, preparing "Flashback," ensuring no one had collected or seen anything when he sent the student to the hospital, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He went back to retrieve the anxious snake, along with its nest and restrictions, locking the door before heading to the hospital.
After placing Crunch's nest on her head, Lys finally relaxed a bit, squinting her eyes as if she would fall asleep the next moment.
Slughorn held the small potion bottle he took from her dormitory, looking at this child stained with blood on half the bed, utterly confused as to why she would do something so dangerous.
"You..." The professor glanced around, Madam Pomfrey was instructing house-elves on meals for the next few days, unable to hear their conversation, "What did you do to your soul?"
Lys slightly turned her head at the assured tone, her right index finger and thumb pinching a small gap, "Don't worry, professor, just a tiny repair."
After a few short breaths, Lys opened her eyes, "Professor, do you know direct blood relatives have similar souls? Souls influence and converge with a wizard's body during growth?"
"I was too young then," Lys couldn't help but place her fingers on her exposed left arm again, "My arm, both flesh and soul, have long become the same."
"I tried to run away last time," she suddenly mentioned another matter, "In third year, at the Hog's Head Inn, I heard Fenrir Greyback's name and swore to kill him!"
"But last time I really saw him, I only wanted to run away," Lys gasped, but lacked the strength to send air deep into her lungs, "I was actually afraid!"
Lys's eyes rapidly filled with blood vessels, her voice trembling, "I swore to kill him, but I was afraid!" Blinking, Lys tried to control her volume, "From soul to body fear, but next time won't be."
Just as Slughorn's face turned extremely pale from realization, Lys raised her left arm.
"This is because of Greyback, tormenting me for over a decade; every time I see it, I feel pain."
Lys stared at the ceiling, "Professor, rest assured, the soul is Merlin's domain, I won't do anything unnecessary."
Lys ambiguously muddled her actions on her soul, "Professor, I was just too scared, that fear is deeply rooted in me; if I have to face my arm, I have to face my fear. But how can soul-deep fear be easily overcome?"
"I merely suppressed them based on academic conjecture."
Slughorn sharply inhaled, his face turning blue as if petrified.
After a while, until Madam Pomfrey came to clean the bloodstains spreading on Lys's bed and the blood scabs on her body, carrying away the basket of dirty clothes, Professor Slughorn stuffed the empty potion bottle into Lys's hand, gruffly advising, "Someone's been seeking a stable soul stabilizer source for a long time, don't get involved with them, you're not suitable."
Seriously looking at this fifth-year child, Slughorn left with a heavy heart.
That year, that child said he was also academic conjecture...
Lys stayed in the hospital for two days, dismantling the magic holding her open wounds after regaining strength and magical power.
Watching Madam Pomfrey skillfully perform healing magic, those pitted flesh gained signs of healing after two new red scars.
This time the protective gear switched from her right hand to her left, as Lys walked out of the medical room.
"Every time you say you won't stay in the hospital again, but within days you're back," Madam Pomfrey cast a helpless and worried glance at Lys.
But she didn't know, some people's blood runs with unrest, destined to keep moving forward in this lifetime, whether willingly chasing or forcibly fleeing.
Lys returned to her dormitory, retrieving rings and beads to wear on her hands, extending both arms forward. Although her left arm remained thin and flesh grotesque, the bones were complete and normal; the extended arms were of equal length, palms perfectly aligned.
Standing before her desk, Lys closed her eyes, feeling pleased but unable to laugh, she simply waved her wand to tidy her dormitory. Fortunately, the dormitory was underground, cool and dark, otherwise the blood and flesh on the floor would have started to smell.
Next time doing something similar, she must carve self-destruct arrays on sensitive items; this time it was the soul stabilizer potion bottle, who knows what it will be next time?
The blood-soaked notebook couldn't be cleaned, so Lys simply tossed it into the bookshelf. After tidying up, the potion bottles jumped into a box, neatly standing, scattered parchment stacked on the desk, broken amber-carved arrays spinning into the drawer.
Those leftover discarded materials and flesh were gathered, waiting to be vanished without a trace, but one item hopped around under the charm, refusing to settle.
Lys bent down to pick it up, sighing, it was the largest bone piece she had gouged out, severely mutated and confused energy couldn't be entirely extracted. Lys thought she had already placed it on the curse array for waste utilization, apparently, the pain had clouded her mind.
Rubbing off the slightly hardened flesh, feeling the twisted chaotic power within, she finally laughed, mixed spells can be unexpectedly dangerous.
But thinking about it, the mixed contents within this bone... The family-saving potion passed down through generations of the Ram family, the werewolf's unknown curse or disease or bloodline power, those peculiar St. Mungo's spells, and the full moon.
Placing it in the center of the desk, Lys's mind jumbled with thoughts, taking a while to clear, no matter what, whether she nearly died, or whatever, there's an exam in over a month, isn't there?
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