In the end, under Sirius Black's hint, once he entered Albert's suitcase and saw the miserable state of those little brats who had forced him into hiding, his gloom vanished in an instant. He immediately gave up the idea of tormenting them further.
That evening, the students who had suffered so much torture finally had a chance to be escorted to Hogwarts for treatment from Madam Pomfrey.
Even if they went to seek treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the entire Order of the Phoenix did not want that to happen. They could not be sure whether those healers were trustworthy. For all they knew, Death Eaters might already be lying in wait for them to walk into the trap.
In fact, the Death Eaters had indeed set a trap, waiting for the Order of the Phoenix to take the bait.
After all, those little brats they had tortured again and again were badly injured and would certainly need proper treatment. Unless the Order of the Phoenix intended to abandon them, they would definitely deliver themselves to the doorstep.
In Snape's own words: if they really abandoned those little brats, then they would no longer be the Order of the Phoenix. Naturally, Madam Pomfrey, the prime suspect, was also under strict Death Eater surveillance. Fortunately, the Order of the Phoenix was fairly experienced at handling this sort of thing.
When a group of wizards escorted the students into the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was reading the latest issue of Wizarding Weekly. As for the timing, there were ways around that problem.
Albert curled his lips and stared at Madam Pomfrey before turning and leaving the Hospital Wing under the matron's furious glare. After roughly treating their wounds, Madam Pomfrey would continue pouring all kinds of Potions