HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

While the adults in the family were busy with Regulus' body and James' eyes, the three of Harry had already returned to Hogwarts for several days.

Unfortunately, it was none other than Cynthia who was petrified this time.

It was already the next morning when Harry and Draco got the news. Pansy and Blaise followed them to the medical wing, and saw Hermione sitting on the chair at the end of Cynthia's bed looking haggard.

"Ma'am, is Thea okay?"

Harry almost rushed to Cynthia's bed, and shook Cynthia's hand worriedly.

Madam Pomfrey nodded irresistibly with the potion in one hand, and glared at the children with slightly higher voices while putting her hand on her waist. "Keep your voice down, Miss Evelson needs a rest."

"Hi, Hermione." Pansy leaned over to greet Hermione who bowed her head, and Hermione looked at Pansy with red eyes.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Blaise also asked, raised his wand to call for two chairs, and sat down with Draco.

Speaking of Hermione, Pomfrey frowned and stuffed the potion of physical recovery into Pansy's hand: "Let her drink it, keep it all night, and even let her rest. A few bottles of potion are not as good as hers." Get some sleep!"

Regarding Madam Pomfrey's words, several people secretly admired Hermione's courage in their hearts. Even Professor Dumbledore often succumbed, but Hermione resisted without saying a word.

"I see, ma'am." Pansy pulled off the bottle cap of the stamina recovery potion, was suddenly rushed by the smell of the potion, and reflexively raised her head back, with a faint expression on her face: "Merlin!"

When Blaise saw Pansy's reaction, he covered his mouth and laughed straight away: "You dare to directly uncover the potion made by Mr. Dean."

Pansy sniffled, put the potion in Hermione's hand, and told her to drink it up before turning back and gouging Blaise. "Hermione, drink the medicine, or I'll send you back to the dormitory right now."

"Hmm." Hermione swallowed the potion without frowning, "Pansy, Cynthia was petrified by the basilisk for me."

"Miss Evelson will have no other problems except being petrified, as long as Pomona's mandrake is mature, Miss Granger, I believe Severus will not refuse to brew an antidote for the students .”

"Thank you very much, Madam Pomfrey." Draco nodded reservedly, although his expression was cold, he relaxed a lot.

"Mr. Malfoy, I hope you can stabilize Mr. Evelson's mood." Madam Pomfrey glanced at Harry, a little worried. She knew that the relationship between the Evelson siblings had always been very good. "Miss Granger can't go on like this. As a therapist, I don't want any accidents for the students in the academy." Her worried eyes turned to Hermione who was still in a daze.

Draco stood up and pointed Madam Pomfrey towards the door: "Okay, can I take a step to talk?"

"can."

"Please tell me what happened?"

It happened last night, when everyone was chatting and resting in the common room, Hermione discussed a problem with Cynthia, and at the end of the discussion, they went to the library to find books, and when the lights were about to turn off, the two returned to Ravenclaw together. It was at this time that an accident happened in the corridor in the tower building. Hermione just saw the body of the basilisk when Cynthia covered her eyes.The basilisk approached, but before Cynthia was able to catch it, she was petrified the moment the snake's tail swept her to the wall.

The treatment last night could only slightly stabilize Cynthia's internal organs, and the rest had to wait until the petrification was resolved.At that time, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick all rushed to the medical wing, and it was Professor Dumbledore who suppressed the news and did not tell Harry in time.

Madam Pomfrey did not know why Professor Dumbledore did this, although she disapproved.

Draco narrowed his eyes, and stood up straight, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Professor Dumbledore's delay in informing us of the time? I know Madam Pomfrey, you can go to work, and I will accompany Cynthia."

"Okay, call me if you need something."

At ten o'clock, there are two consecutive Charms classes, Slytherin and Gryffindor.Harry and Draco walked behind Pansy and Blaise, and Crabbe and Goyle did not know when they were behind them.

When Harry heard Draco relay Madam Pomfrey's words, he blinked suspiciously: "Professor Dumbledore is playing tricks again? I haven't talked to me for a long time, don't tell me, this time I want to start with Thea?" ?”

"I think it should be like this. He has no reason to approach a Slytherin student. This class is a charm class. He will definitely come back to you. It will be Professor McGonagall."

"But Madam Pomfrey sent us the news in the morning, he must know, why bother to tell me the news about Cynthia?"

"First, to win favor. Tell you that he has taken care of everything, and you don't need to worry at all. Second, get your news from Thea."

"It's impossible for Thea to reveal my news!" Harry said firmly, holding the textbook tightly with his little hands, and trust was written in his green eyes.

Draco patted Harry on the head: "I know, but Dumbledore will not give up any chance to know you."

Charms class is still the same, and Gryffindor without Harry still seizes every opportunity to laugh at Slytherin, but Slytherin no longer foolishly guards their so-called dignity and opposes Gryffindor.

Ron Weasley carefully raised his wand to Harry sitting in front, muttering the spell he had stolen from Fred George, but he didn't want to be seen by Professor McGonagall who was looking around.

Professor McGonagall raised his glasses on his hooked nose, and walked behind Ron Weasley with a straight back: "Practice prank spells, and point the wand at students from other colleges." Frowning tightly: "Ron Weasley, five points from Gryffindor."

This was not the first time Weasley had deducted points, so no student stopped what they were doing to see Weasley's red face in embarrassment.

"Mr. Evelson, Mr. Malfoy, perfect, Slytheringa ten." Standing beside Harry and watching Harry and Draco practice the spell several times, Professor McGonagall interrupted.

Harry turned around and bowed slightly: "Professor McGonagall, thank you." Draco just nodded and stood proudly behind Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore, please ask me to bring a sentence. The second-year Slytherin has no class this afternoon. I hope you can go and talk to him about Miss Evelson." The unsmiling Professor McGonagall paused, thinking about Deng Xiaoping. What else did Professor Bullidow explain. "The password is Mango Muffin." She frowned again, as if wondering what it was.

"Okay, Professor, thank you."

When Professor McGonagall walked to the other side, Draco raised his eyebrows and asked, "I know mangoes, but what are muffins?"

"It's a Muggle dessert. If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you during the holidays."

The author has something to say: =-= Why do I feel that the more I write, the worse it gets. . .correct. . .Does the chapter where Lucius and James are intimate need to be changed!