Ended Up in the Hospital Wing Again Before Christmas Holiday!

By the time the python had completely crawled out of the skull, the skull was covered with fine, dense cracks, as if it were covered with a spider web.

The python looked back at the cracked skull, which had turned a deep, granite-like color from its original pale white.

Boom!

The python swung its tail violently, shattering the granite-like skull. The scattered fragments turned into dust and flew in all directions.

At the same time, Wizet felt fragments of memories flooding back.

The sheer volume of information in these memory fragments caused him to feel a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by a backward fall.

Just before he lost consciousness, someone managed to catch him from falling to the ground...

Snape's forehead was covered in sweat, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes were extremely vivid.

Despite his trembling left arm, he managed to catch Wizet's shoulder, preventing her from collapsing.

Dumbledore took over, and with a wave of his wand, conjured a soft bed for Wizet to lie on.

He asked with a serious expression, "The Dark Mark has flared up again?"

Snape nodded, pulling up his sleeve to examine it. "Much more intense than before... like the Cruciatus Curse... but only for a moment..."

The Dark Mark on his left arm was as bright as ink, yet it was constantly fading.

He kept twisting his arm, checking back and forth, "It's disappeared again... exactly the same as last time..."

In the blink of an eye, the Dark Mark completely disappeared, returning to its flesh-colored state as if it had never existed.

"Wizet ... what exactly happened?" He looked at Wizet, who was lying on the soft bed, his expression extremely complicated. "One thing after another... this kind of thing is happening..."

"That depends on whether you're willing to believe him... Severus," Dumbledore said meaningfully. "At least I'm willing to believe him."

Snape pulled down his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Even if it costs you your life, even if he casts a Killing Curse on you behind your back?"

"If that is my destiny..." Dumbledore laughed. "Have I told you that? For a person of sound mind, death is just another great adventure."

"Is it really an adventure? Where will she go on such an adventure?" Snape's expression faltered for a moment before returning to its usual somber tone.

If death is an adventure, does it have an end? And once we reach the end, will we meet again?

"I don't know..." Dumbledore sighed. "Perhaps it was possible in the past. But now... I don't know."

"You actually want to give it a try, don't you?" A mocking smile appeared on Snape's lips. "To see... whether you can find someone in this so-called adventure?"

Dumbledore and asked in return, "And you?"

Snape's eyelids drooped, and instead of answering the question directly, he countered with, "And then? Go back up... or explore again?"

Dumbledore looked around, picked up his wand and examined the statue again before finally making his decision.

"Let's go back first! If we want to solve the mystery here, we'll definitely need the Parseltongue's help. We can even 'lure the snake out of its hole' and get the Heir to reveal the secret on his own."

Not only does the Skele-Gro smell terrible, but the Soul Soothing Potion also tastes awful.

The feeling of the Skele-Gro was like being burned by fire, or like swallowing a mouthful of glowing red coal;

The Soul Soothing Potion felt like ice to him, as if he had swallowed a handful of sticky liquid full of ice shards;

After taking the two Potions, he felt as if he were between ice and fire, sometimes feeling unbearably hot and sometimes feeling icy cold. The whole process was extremely agonizing.

He didn't even know how he fell asleep; he only felt that his body was experiencing both ice and fire, and his arms were being stabbed and twisted by swords and knives.

According to Madam Pomfrey, this is the feeling of bone growth, which is why Soul Soothing Potion is needed to help him fall asleep and indirectly alleviate the pain.

The effects of the Skele-Gro were indeed very noticeable; he could feel the bones growing in his arm even amidst the pain.

With this feeling, he finally drifted off to sleep.

Then I was awakened by intense pain, seemingly because a complete bone had just grown in, causing a unique kind of excruciating pain.

He was still in a daze, and it seemed like there were figures moving around in front of Harry eyes.

With a chant of "Silencing Charm," he felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

Although the movement was extremely slight, it became particularly noticeable due to the cramping sensation in my arm.

He struggled to lift his head and saw Madam Pomfrey glaring at him, her expression extremely stern.

Harry had been to the Hospital Wing several times, so he wasn't unfamiliar with Madam Pomfrey, who was displaying such an expression.

The two people who were unfamiliar to him were Dumbledore and Snape.

Dumbledore, occasionally raising his hand to say a few words, looking just like himself in Transfiguration class.

Snape's behavior was even more outrageous; he would cross his arms and occasionally say a few words, though his eyes showed some impatience, yet one could only grit one's teeth and listen...

Just like myself in Potions Class...

Harry raised his normal arm and touched his forehead...

The forehead was warm; I didn't have a fever, so it couldn't be a hallucination.

He blinked and saw Wizet lying on the opposite bed, seemingly understanding why Madam Pomfrey was angry.

But... why can't I hear a sound from Madam Pomfrey, who is so angry?

Could it be... that I'm dreaming?

Harry rubbed his eyes and suddenly realized that Snape had turned around and was staring straight at him.

He instantly felt a chill run down his spine and slowly lowered his head back down.

I must be dreaming...

Madam Pomfrey reprimanded Snape as if Snape were reprimanding himself...

Why would I have such a dream?

The effects of the Soul Soothing Potion were still in effect; Harry yawned and drifted off to sleep again...

In fact, Madam Pomfrey was quite angry.

"It's just before the Christmas holidays again, and Wizet is in the Hospital Wing again! When you brought Harry here, he was perfectly fine, how did he suddenly collapse?"

Snape crossed his arms and tilted his head toward Dumbledore. "Ask him."

"A minor issue..." Dumbledore expertly raised his hand, separating his index finger and thumb. "Poppy, you actually checked, the child was just tired and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow..."

"Heh!" Snape chuckled coldly.

Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows. "As Potions Master, you should be able to tell the child is tired, right? Aren't you going to persuade him to go back to his dormitory?"

"You should ask him!" Snape used the same trick again. "The great Headmaster Dumbledore said... 'Danger always accompanies wizards,' so we should let Wizet take many risks."