"Feverosem reducio," Pomfrey said, waving her wand. Then she unbuttoned Snape's white dress shirt and conjured small bags of ice which she placed on his chest and against his sides and inner thighs.
After a few tense minutes, Dumbledore said, "Poppy?"
"It's starting to come down. A hundred and three."
"Let's get him to the Hospital Wing then," Hooch said. She conjured a stretcher, and stared at Pomfrey. "Well?"
"All right, it's safe," Pomfrey said. "A hundred and two point six..."
"Minerva, keep an eye on the students," the Headmaster said.
McGonagall nodded.
Snape was carefully placed upon the stretcher and Dumbledore began to guide it down the center aisle, with Pomfrey and Hooch at his left and right. The student whispered amongst themselves and gaped at their Potions Master, who was still unconscious. His skin glistened with sweat, his shirt clung to his body, his breathing was labored. Shivers ran across his long limbs, and his lips trembled.
"A hundred and two point eight," Pomfrey said. "Feverosem reducio."
Dumbledore lengthened his strides and before anyone in the Great Hall had time to blink, the Headmaster, Hooch, Pomfrey and Snape had disappeared from sight beyond the entrance doors.
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When they arrived in the hospital wing, Pomfrey gestured towards the bathroom and said, "Here, bring him in here. I'm not giving him another potion 'til I know exactly what it is he took this morning." She muttered a spell and the tub was filled with ice.
She stripped the professor of his clothing and lowered him into the tub until he was covered up to his shoulders in ice cubes.
A couple of minutes went by and Dumbledore said, "Poppy, is it working?"
"Yes. He's down to a hundred and two... good, good."
There was a small gasp, and Snape opened his eyes.
"Wh- where..."
"It's all right, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Don't move. You're in the Hospital Wing."
"Severus, what potion did you take earlier?" Pomfrey said.
"P... p-p-potion?" Snape said, his teeth chattering, and he was seized by a violent shudder. "Wha- what's w-w-wrong... with m-me... why am I..."
"Try to remember," Pomfrey said. "We think you're having an allergic reaction to something."
"I... Flu... Flu Begone," he said.
Pomfrey ticked off the potion's ingredients in her head. Lavender pollen, bees' wings, morning dew, porcupine quills... Oh, no.