Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 11. The magic potion

Madam Pomfrey was sorting out the medicine cabinet when she heard a knock on the door. She went out, and saw an "acquaintance".

Della Bush of Gryffindor.

Since she entered school, she went to the hospital wing once a week to get the potion for the reason "I don't feel well".

Ordinary children were afraid of taking potion, since the taste of magic potion was strange. Moreover, their Potions Master was… not care about their feelings at all. In his words, "if their afraid of the taste could lead to the less trouble they make, it will be better".

However, Della Bush seemed to lose her sense of taste since the first grade.

And she didn't mean to be putting on.

Madam Pomfrey had seen many young children who would do anything to pretend to be ill — captained by Gryffindor. They wouldn't be scared by the terrible taste of magic potion. They could skip classes or homework as long as they drank it. That's a good deal!

Therefore, when she found children who pretended to be sick or wanted to skip class, she would give them the most peculiar and frightening potion. It's better to scare off them from coming back for another time.

Then asked them to finish and go back to class.

Once she thought Della was the same, so she poured her the most awful Digestive Potion, which was also made by Severus, he thought it would effectively supress appetite.

In school, there were always students who didn't know how much they should eat and caught overeaten, since there were too much sweets on the table. She had protested with the headmaster many times, but he held the opinion that they should have enough in order to love school. The best way to do that was to prepare a lot of food they liked, no matter the ice cream, fried chicken or potatoes, cakes and cookies, as well as chocolate should also be counted.

She often thought the cafeteria of Hogwarts was more like an amusement park rather than a school cafeteria.

Della took the potion — from her look, she thought it was awful, too — but when she finished, she relaxed and her face changed. Then she ran to her class.

Madam Pomfrey had served many patients, even the most peculiar disease had been seen before. She suspected Della had the Magic Potion Dependence.

Not to a single magic potion, but to all of them. In other words, she didn't mind what kind of magic potion she drank, as long as it was the magic potion.

She regarded the magic potion as the elixir of all kinds of diseases. When she was in a bad mood, or came across to any difficulties, she would come to ask a glass of potion. After that, she would be refreshed, and all diseases would gone.

She told Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, both of them were surprised because Della looked very healthy and her family didn't seem to have problems.

How could she have such a serious Psychological illness? — This was read from a Muggle book by Headmaster Dumbledore.

Muggles believed that people's minds would be sick, they gave the mental illness many strange names.

Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall to pay close attention to Della, and at the same time, asked Severus to prepare her own PLACEBO.

—That was not contain any magic ingredient, but only distasteful.

In the past four years, Severus had made the special magic potion to the extent that would make sick once smell it. But Della was still joyous to drink.

Madam Pomfrey told Severus that Della had equated "the disgusting potion" with "the magic efficacy". In her opinion, the much disgusting the potion was, the better the effect.

Therefore, it's impossible for Della to get rid of the habit with the awful magic potions.

—Severus was furious.

Madam Pomfrey sighed, took down the special magic potion for Della from the medicine cabinet, poured her a glass, "this is a new one, you may have a little strange reaction after you drink it."

But Della didn't care, she took the cup and drank it at once.

Then her face turned a little blue.

—It must be distasteful. Severus was mad.

Madam Pomfrey looked at her sympathetically, "how do you feel know?" Della just felt relaxed. She had been caught in the rain and shivered, but now she didn't feel uncomfortable. She returned the cup to Madam Pomfrey, "thank you. I feel much better now." Madam Pomfrey stared at her face, carefully, and quickly grabbed her, who was about to leave. "You… are better to look in the mirror."

She didn't know Severus would do that!

Della didn't understand. She went to the restroom to have a look in the mirror.

Then she froze in front of it.

The mirror said joyously: "Oh! You face is so blue!"

She became an avatar.

She went out of the restroom, seeing there was another person in the hospital wing, Professor Snape, who looked at her with a nasty pleasure in his eyes. He said insincerely, "oh, maybe I put too much lavender."

Della, covering her face, went blank, "…what should I do then?" She saw Madam Pomfrey prodded Professor Snape smartly, which made him change the word he was ready to say.

Professor Snape: "I'll make another potion tonight. Come and take it tomorrow morning."

Della had to go back. She turned around and went out. A bunch of people, at the other end of the corridor, were running toward her.

She quickly made way and saw they were in the Quidditch team uniform of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, surrounded by spectators in the stands, as well as Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

They're carrying a man. It's Harry.

Hermione's eyes were swollen with tears, pale, followed the stretcher closely. Ron was on the other side, both of them abandoned their hatred and were worried about Harry at this time.

Della just left early and didn't know what happened. Now it looked like Harry fell.

She pushed in, also worried — every person turned his sight to her face as she pushed past.

She thought she could expect her new nickname.

Madam Pomfrey quickly took an examination on Harry. Professor Snape was also there by that time. The professors were around the bed and students were standing outside.

Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief. According to the examination, Harry had only fainted. It said that he fell from a height of thirty thousand feet, fortunately, he looked good.

Dumbledore asked, "Poppy, how's Harry?" "Fortunately, he's fine," said Madam Pomfrey, "he had some bruises and got wet, but he just blacked out and didn't hurt."

There was a cry of relief in the hospital wing. Fred and George had a high-five. Fred looked back and quickly glanced over Hermione and Della, who was standing behind her — then back again, staring at her.

She looked over and nodded at him.

Yes, you got it right.

Fred seemed to be trampled on by a troll. He shook George and they looked back together.

Well, they both got trampled by a troll.

Then they began to argue in a low voice, with dazed, recalling and thinking expressions on their faces.

Headmaster Dumbledore said, "Everyone, Harry is fine, we're happy by that. Now all of you can go back, the Quidditch team can stay." His eyes swept over all students, but sharply set on Della — his eyes dilated — then he quickly turned to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape noticed, and turned up his nose, said, "I'll make a potion this night."

Headmaster Dumbledore finally looked away.

Hermione had a loud sniffle.

Della comforted her: "Don't worry, Harry is ok."

Hermione turned to her and said, "yes, I was worried just now… Ah!!!" She jumped up in fright and stepped on Ron.

Ron gave a painful cry, and looked up.

Now, everyone in the hospital wing saw Della's blue face.

In perfect silence.

Ron's face brightened, then his eyes turned to his twin brother.

Gryffindor all followed the sight, showing a sudden realized but confused expression.

Fred came and pulled her out with a pale face, stammered and explained to her nervously, "I swear… I've never made a prank on you!"

Della just realized what everyone had misunderstood. She nodded, "of course. This is the side-effect of the magic potion I took. Don't worry, I didn't accuse you."

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However, in the evening, the most striking thing on Gryffindor's table was not Harry's injury in the hospital wing, instead, was Della, who was "pranked by her boyfriend".

Yes, Fred was wrongly accused by the whole school. Everyone thought he had changed the colour of Della's face.

If at an ordinary time, Fred may get in the way with others and kid around, but today Gryffindor lost more than 100 points. It could be said that they had lost the House Cup. Their hope of winning was Hufflepuff won the Slytherin 100 points.

…

That wish was not easy to come true.

Harry was still in the hospital wing. Hermione and Ron were sitting together, all worried for Harry.

They were made up in the end.

Hermione apologized she didn't pay more attention to the conflict between the two pets. Since she knew the cats naturally caught mice, she should restrain Crookshanks.

Ron also confessed he didn't know how Scabbers disappeared, maybe it wasn't Crookshanks, although there was only one cat showed hostile to him.

In a word, the two had made up. They planned to see Harry tomorrow together.

Della suspected Ron got over it because he thought her face was avenged by Fred for him.

But she decided to keep the secret. Hermione attached great attention to these two friends, somethings — after all, the trio — they had own secrets, which made Hermione sometimes show closer to Harry and Ron.

She could discuss some girl topics with Hermione, but she couldn't take her to save the world.

For this reason, obviously, something's more important.

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The next morning, when Della went to the hospital wing, she saw Hermione and Ron, they brought presents. Harry was awake, just had finished his breakfast and looked good, but he looked forcing himself strong in the front of his friends' concern. Hermione saw it, so they just gave a brief greeting, and she took Ron away: because they had homework to do.

Harry was worried he would be absent for class. Hermione said she would lend him her notes, so that he would not be worry.

"Here you are." Madam Pomfrey poured her a cup of potion, disgusting smell. As soon as it poured, Harry covered his nose and looked around. When he saw the cup in her hand, he had an unbelievable expression.

Della came over with the cup. He looked at her face and asked, "what's the matter with you? Is it Fred's new prank?" She felt sad for her boyfriend.

"No, it's the sequala of the potion." She wobbled the cup in her hand, "but I think it'll be good if I drink it." She took it in a breath, distasteful, but she could feel relieved after that.

The most attractive part of magic potion was its magic, which cured the disease instantly. When she came to the magic world, she was amazed by it.

The time lying in bed, she always imagined she would wake up in the next morning with a new drug came out and cured her, or at least refreshed her, she would be satisfied.

Obviously, she passed away before the special drug came out.

However, she was in the magic world now! She had never heard any disease couldn't be cured by magic potion! She read a lot of magic books, many said the most difficult injury to cure was caused by the charms, while nothing a bit disease couldn't be cured by magic potion!

Was there any better news than this? She didn't have to be afraid anymore!

When she finished, she saw Harry's shock face.

She held the cup and said, "magic is amazing, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, he couldn't agree more.

"Yes, magic is amazing." He said in surprise, "your face turns back!"

She took out a little mirror and looked into it: she looked good. Then she said to Harry: "Have a nice rest. I'll come to see you tomorrow. Bye."

Harry waved to her, "bye."