Chapter 423: retrieve

Malfoy fell backwards and fell into Hermione's arms.
At this moment the sky was dark, and occasionally a few crows flew over the sky, and the gloomy wind roared past.
Everything is somewhat similar to Pansy's original dream, but it is still different after all, without the horrible laughter of Voldemort.
A girl was running desperately on the grass. Because she ran too fast, her white nurse hat fell off by accident, and her long silver hair was gently laid down. She had no time to take care of this while running Move, while squeezing the long hair to the side with the hand, tidy it up and tie it into a bunch of ponytails that are easy to walk.
This is Fleur Delacour, who has always been helping patients on the front line.
Now she rushed to where Malfoy fell.
"Keep off!" She pushed Hermione away impatiently, not knowing why, she saw this man was inexplicably irritable, the girl was rushed aside and almost fell.
Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Furong, and then she quickly opened her eyelids with her fingers, and the scary scarlet blood covered his eyes.
The girl then grabbed his arm and touched his body with her wand.
"He was hit with a very serious coma spell and a petrified spell." Furong gave his judgment.
"Did you just get hit by the Dark Lord?" She turned to her and asked Hermione.
Hermione's face instantly turned white, the culprit instead of Voldemort.
Furong then found that her palms were somewhat moist. Her tall nose sniffed slightly and moved, and a faint smell rushed into her nasal cavity. Her sense of smell told her that the boy was not just suffering this. hurt.
Looking for the scent, she decisively ripped Malfoy's upper body clothes, a bright red blood impregnated the white ribbon into her eyes.
"Which idiot has bandaged him! It's almost full of mistakes! Do you want him to be disabled?" Furong said bitterly.
Simply put, the wizard's medical system is extremely effective for pure physical damage.
Exaggerated, even if the hand is broken, it can still be connected.
But when faced with some problems, they are often helpless.
For example, some magic curses and poisons.
The blind eye of the mad-eyed Hammoudi was obviously caused by some curses and could not be restored, so he chose to embed the magic eye.
At this time, Furong's memory has not been restored, and it is purely to view this problem from the perspective of medical staff. He blurted out, but because of this, he showed no mercy.
The last faint blood on Hermione's face disappeared completely.
She began to blame herself crazy.
If he is really disabled, or...?
She dare not think about it any longer.
"It's troublesome, and there is snake venom."
"It's not as if the poisoning is deeper, and the luck is good." She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Hermione's bandaging technique was average, the white fresh essence and Phoenix Tears were genuine.
Furong didn't notice the constantly changing look of Hermione on the side.
She called Hermione: "Let's help him put it on a stretcher and move it around. This is not a place where surgery can be done." The injured area.
The wound was bright red and did not turn black, which was the only thing to be thankful.
Hermione helped Furong and several surrounding professors also rushed over and took Malfoy to Hogwarts' hospital.
Entering the ward, the long operation started.
"What about Draco? What's wrong with him? Who can tell me." A girl wearing a Slytherin uniform robe and a leader's medal hanging on her chest stumbled to the ward, and asked everybody on the road, looking Haggard.
She only learned from others that Draco was a hero, and that the hero was seriously injured.
"He is still operating." Hermione pinched Pansy's shoulder. "Be quiet, he will be fine." Comforting Pansy.
"What do you know, right? Did you come back with him?" Pansy shook Hermione's shoulder as if grabbing the straw.
The battle peak has just changed and changed a few times. The people who are not present are totally unimaginable. In a short period of time, there have been so many reversals that cannot be clearly described.
"I don't want to say." Hermione's tone was full of guilt. She turned her head to face the stone wall, and the memories echoed back and forth in her mind were those lost memories.
Pan Ximuran sat on the bench, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the farewell that day.
After class, Malfoy asked her to go to Madame Pattif Tea House. While she was sitting in a chair, dreaming of various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her a showdown:
"I may have to go again." Malfoy raised the teacup in front of the table and took a sip of tea.
"Where? Are there mysterious people?" Pansy immediately stood up and asked in panic.
"I can only tell you this information to prepare you mentally."
"You grew up, I think you are someone who can keep a secret with me." Malfoy gently touched the girl's head.
"Trust me, I will come back safely." Malfoy said calmly.
Then he left.
Saying goodbye was a little hurried, and even a little headless, but that was the last time Pansy had seen Malfoy in his mind.
The girl did not unreasonably do something to retain, but chose to accept.
Because she knew that the boy's character might as well let him concentrate on his own affairs.
"Is this what you said is safe to come back?" The girl suddenly began to choke and wiped her tears with both hands.
Suddenly a pair of cold hands hung on her shoulders, gently stroking and comforting her.
"Draco will be okay." Luna's mouth had a faint smile, but the gray eyes still wrote worry.
For the next few hours, every minute was a torment. The two girls were afraid of hearing bad news. Only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, gently blowing the whistle of unknown tunes.
Pansy finally fell asleep on Luna's shoulder, and Hermione stared numbly at the wooden door in front of her.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the three girls stood up suddenly, surrounding Furong who had just left.
"Draco, are you all right?" Pansy asked anxiously.
"Be quiet." Furong didn't give them a good face. "It's temporarily out of danger, but you still need to observe. If you quarrel again, his injury will worsen."
As soon as this remark came out, Pan Xi immediately covered his mouth.
After learning that he was not in danger, the girl's haggard face showed a hint of heartfelt smile, and the dry eyes seemed to start to gather tears again.
Hermione sat relieved and returned to her chair.
"So did he wake up?" Luna asked.
"No, I said it, and now the patient has to rest," Furong rubbed his shoulder tiredly.
During the operation, she was surprised by Draco's will many times. With such a serious injury and the suppression of the spell, she was still able to stand against Voldemort, which was really amazing.
"It's not Xiaobai, I withdraw this comment." She silently thought of what she had said before talking to her sister.
She walked briskly and shook off the worried girls.
Just when she walked around the corner and wanted to get some gauze, something seemed to hit her foot.
"Dobby salutes you." A house-elf raised his head and shook his head to say something to her.
"Master Draco has a letter to hand to you, and a bottle."
Furong took over the envelope and the bottle. Her fingers squeezed two things involuntarily. A yellow envelope was crumpled, and the silvery white gas was floating in the bottle.
The envelope was written with black, straight handwriting-a letter to Miss Dracul, seeing this line of text, Furong's heart jumped, and the deep purple lacquer seal was firmly attached to the seal, Furong Try tearing it apart, then a slight burning sensation came from your fingertips.
If it weren't for her, she opened it. The envelope will spontaneously engulf the letter.
She began to read slowly.
The letter reads:
To Miss Fleur Delacour,
I'm sorry. Actually, I see that your life is so peaceful and fulfilling. I really don't want to disturb it. It's like dropping a stone on a calm lake, setting off a light ripple, and then rolling up the storm.
But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, you should still return your memory.
Professor Dumbledore’s meditation basin should be available for borrowing. He is very generous, which can also directly bring your memory back to its original place.
Finally, I want to say.
The days of adventure with you are enjoyable.
Even if you always trouble me.
—Draco, Malfoy.
Some of the yellowing parchment in Furong's hands began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.
She had always thought that missing a memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.
Don't be annoyed by the regrets of the past, live in the present.
There is no need to be sentimental for the regrets of the past, and hurt the spring and fall.
But now, she suddenly felt that the memory might be very important to her.
"Meditation basin, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your meditation basin." Furong found Dumbledore for the first time. The old man was lying on a hospital bed in a nearby ward, looking at a book The latest "Singing Opposition".
"My office is on the eighth floor. The password is sour soda."
"By the way, how was Draco's surgery done?" the old man asked loudly behind the girl.
"Perfect!" Furong said without looking back.
Then many people saw the girl untie her nurse's white hat, tie up her long silver hair, and ran in the aisle. Soon, the ugly stone figure jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found the meditation basin.
The meditation basin has played its role
The silver-white gas was floating in the basin, and Furong took a deep breath, and buried his head decisively.
Memories began to flash, and it seemed that retrieving memories was faster than reading others' memories. Soon, Furong raised her head and exposed her swan-like neck.
She was sluggish for a while, her blue eyes were a little wet.
All the lost memories come back to my mind.
Her slender white fingers clenched tightly~EbookFREE.me~Hang up.
I always wanted to draw a line with him, but in the battle, the last moment was so close.
Fortunately, he did not cause him any trouble.
Her heart fell again.
The memories of the past seem to be entangled with the current memories in a messy way, just like the little deer wrapped around in his arms, like the ball of yarn messed up by the naughty little. Cat with paws.
It took a lot of effort to smooth it out, after sorting out my thoughts.
"Is he safe now?" Her first reaction was to rush to the boy lying on the bed and confirm his physical condition again.
Even though the operation itself was performed by her all the way, she knew her injuries well.
And her slender legs started running again in a hurry.