Draco got up too quickly. The pain in his calf made him stagger a few steps, and he was about to fall to the floor again.
Harry and Cedric instinctively reached out, both wanting to give Draco a hand;
But they were utterly exhausted too. The moment they stretched out their hands, pain shot through their bodies, and their movements froze. They failed to catch Draco's arm.
A familiar snap of fingers sounded, and a thick cushion appeared beneath Draco, catching him steadily.
Harry immediately realized something and followed the sound of the snap to the side, where he saw Vizet lying on a hospital bed;
Clearly, Vizet had conjured that cushion.
Only then did Cedric, Draco, and Harry notice that the surroundings were extremely familiar. The bracelet had brought them back to the Hospital Wing.
"Vizet!" Harry walked toward Vizet and called out in delight, "You really did finish the Second Task already! When did you finish it?"
Vizet was already sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed. "About ten minutes ago? Actually..."
Before he could finish, an oppressive female voice rang out. "Vizet! I told you to lie properly on the hospital bed. Why are you sitting up again?"
Madam Pomfrey appeared before them. Her gaze swept over the floor, taking in Draco struggling to get up, as well as the cushion helping him rise.
She stepped forward and helped Draco sit on the hospital bed, then raised her eyebrows and looked at Vizet. "I told you not to use magic. Why won't you listen? What if it leaves aftereffects?"
"Aftereffects? What aftereffects?" Harry and Draco asked at the same time.
"Madam Pomfrey, I'm actually in rather good condition..." Vizet explained. "When you checked me just now..."
"Didn't you also find nothing abnormal... including dizziness or headaches? None of