Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Chi—" The flames lit beside it were doused by a stream of water, and then Harry exclaimed: "The professor is here!"

A figure rushed over and knelt down beside him. Hermione looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief. It was fine two minutes ago, and Lockhart, who had promised to join them soon, changed in a blink of an eye. That's it.

"Gildrow, what should I do? Sirius! Harry!" Hermione was terrified, screaming with tears, covering Lockhart's bleeding wound with her hands in vain, the blood running down her cheeks. Her wrist dripped and she couldn't hold it... She knew what to do right away, but she didn't know what to do first. "Help Gilderoy!" She remembered that there was an adult beside her, and grabbed him like a life-saving straw.

Harry also stared at the huge wound on Lockhart's chest. He had never seen such a **** scene. Even when he used Shenfeng Wuying to attack Malfoy by mistake, he only cut a few holes. caused such a huge wound. Lockhart coughed up blood, let go of his wand, stuck it to the ground and tried to reach them: Now I should stop the bleeding, and then find a way to keep me breathing, or I will die, fast!

It's a pity that his trachea was blocked by blood, and his face was flushed with blood, but he couldn't utter a complete word. Seeing that Hermione was still lost and helpless, he could only turn his eyes to Desiree for help. s.

"Get out of the way, Hermione." Blake broke free from Hermione's grip on the corner of his shirt. He had never dealt with such a wound, but after all, he had a lot of experience. "Should the wounds on the trachea and lungs be healed first?" He knelt on Lockhart's shoulders and asked him as clearly as possible. Lockhart nodded with difficulty, then watched as Sirius wiped the wound on his chest with his wand, and the opening of his trachea was healed. He was blocked by the Iron Armor Charm and the Body Protection Charm plus the triple rib defense, but luckily his lungs were not cut through. Not too difficult to deal with.

Lockhart raised his scalding left hand and pointed to his neck.

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione knelt aside, terrified again by the severe burn on Lockhart's left hand. My whole body trembled and I forgot to cry. "Save him, Sirius, you can definitely save him!"

"Stop barking!" Blake said angrily, and continued to look at Lockhart's expression: "Do you want me to unblock the airway?" Lockhart nodded, so he immediately used his wand to flick up his chest and throat. Hart felt the blood in his trachea being squeezed into his mouth by a force, and he spat out a large pool of blood in one mouthful.

"Ha-ha-" Lockhart felt a throbbing pain with every breath. His mouth was full of blood, but he was still breathing fresh air greedily despite the severe pain. Sirius was not a professional, and he must not have completely dealt with the injury on his lungs, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

"Oh - it's still bleeding..." It seemed that Lockhart could not die, and then Hermione finally burst into tears. Hart applied to the wound.

"Don't worry, at least four ribs are broken. I'm not sure if other internal organs are injured. They should be sent to the hospital." Black said, "I'll connect your ribs first to stop the bleeding."

A bunch of spells came down. Blake's face was also dripping with sweat, while Hermione was in tears.

"These are Phoenix's tears..." Hermione reminded while holding the small bottle for a while, choked up.

"My God, where did it come from?" Blake snatched it away and sprinkled it on Lockhart's chest wound without saying a word. "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Phoenix's tears have a strong healing function. After flowing through the wound on Lockhart's lung, he instantly felt that his breathing was no longer so painful and became smoother.

"Let's go!" Lockhart made a mouthful, and Voldemort would let people consult the Apparition records at any time. Had to change place first.

"Blood can't stop!" Black said solemnly. "Harry. See what You-Know-Who is doing?"

"He—he was killing his own..." Harry said. "Looks like crazy. Didn't come to us."

"That's good, don't worry." Blake breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the empty Phoenix Tears bottle aside, "It's trauma now, my God, it's seven or eight inches long and still that deep...Harry, Hermione, Put a protective spell on this place first!"

"Oh, well - is he all right..." Hermione had tears on her face, she was really frightened just now, her mind was blank, like the end of the world, and it was only when she saw that Lockhart was still awake. .

"I can't die!"

She held up her wand and began to treat Lockhart's scalded left hand. She was afraid to deal with the wound on her torso, but the hand was all right. After a small series of incantations, after almost treating the burn, he took out the Baixian essence.

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"My God." Hermione was pale, and now the fear of losing her lover had subsided, and she felt a little dizzy. "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

Harry pulled the stopper off the vial, and Hermione took it, pouring a few drops of the medicine into Lockhart's flayed hands. Green smoke billowed up, and when it dissipated, the wound looked as if it had grown for several days, and the exposed flesh was covered with a new layer of skin.

"There's only so much I dare to do," said Hermione, trembling. "There are some spells that can make him fully recover, but I dare not use them, for fear of doing it wrong and causing more damage... He's already bleeding so much... "

"Yes, he has lost too much blood now. The essence of healing magic is to accelerate the healing of the wound, and it needs to be synchronized with the supplement of nutrition." Black nodded, "The upper part of your chest is barely healed, and you can't make it fully healed immediately. , you need to use all the nutrients in your body for hematopoiesis."

"Professor, what happened..." Harry asked weakly, obviously separated for a while, but Lockhart looked like he had fought a **** battle with a dozen top Death Eaters, "It's only been a minute. A little more."

"You said it was all right! I don't believe you anymore!" Hermione wiped the blood on Lockhart's face carefully with a handkerchief, and the tears couldn't help falling again. "You liar, if you die, I won't be alive either!"

"Stop it, Hermione. Sirius said he needed to rest," Harry said.

The threat of death passed, and Lockhart felt light at this time. His breathing was still as smooth as it was before he was injured. There must be congestion in his lungs, blood was also on the wall of the trachea, his breath was full of fishy smell, and he couldn't lift his eyelids.

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After an unknown amount of time, Lockhart woke up from the coma and opened his eyes. At first, all he could see was a large patch of mild cream-yellow light in front of him, and after a few seconds, he realized that he was seeing the top of the tent, and it looked like it should be daytime.

There was a large mass of dark stuff on the right side of his face. He tried to turn his head to identify it. It turned out to be a mass of hair. It should be Hermione's hair color.

Turning her head again, she saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed, lying on the head of the bed buried in her arms, she should be sleeping. He is now lying on the bed in this big tent, with what should be bandages tied around his chest and hands, and covered with a quilt.

It must have been a few days, Lockhart thought to himself. Then I found a bottle hanging on a shelf next to the bed, with a tube attached and inserted into my hand, filling the body with transparent liquid.

What is this stuff? Lockhart was startled, but then another memory in his mind told him that it was harmless. As time went on, this memory from unknown sources became weaker and weaker, and its effect became more and more effective. The younger, he even doubted the authenticity of this memory.

If I didn't have this memory, I should be sleeping in St. Mungo's psychiatry now, when Scrimgeour was dead and the Aurors surrendered to the new Ministry of Magic. The Order of the Phoenix was completely defeated, and the three isolated saviors should still be racking their brains to destroy that pendant...

The "if" didn't make sense, and Lockhart stopped the mental gymnastics, but he had just been frightened by a Muggle thing, shaking Hermione awake.

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-(To be continued)