Professor Dumbledore crouched down and examined Professor Foxx's injuries.
Lynn watched him nervously, terrified that he might suddenly say, "It's over. There's no saving him."
"Fawkes, tears."
Professor Dumbledore frowned at the Phoenix on his shoulder, who was also named Fawkes.
The fiery red Phoenix fluttered its wings and squeezed a teardrop from the corner of its eye, letting it fall into Professor Dumbledore's hand.
The tear seemed to change from liquid to solid. Professor Dumbledore held it in his hand, then gently placed it over Professor Foxx's horrifying wound.
Phoenix tears were an excellent healing potion. Once the tear fell onto the wound, the hole through Professor Foxx's abdomen healed at a visible pace, until not even the slightest scar remained.
Lynn stared wide-eyed at this unscientific yet thoroughly magical sight.
"Professor, is Professor Foxx all right now?"
Professor Dumbledore's frown had not eased. He shook his head.
"Only his external wounds have healed. Adrien is in very poor condition. His soul has suffered severe depletion, and he still needs a great deal of blood-replenishing potion."
He looked at Lynn, who was filthy from head to toe and looked like a mud-covered monkey, and gave him a solemn warning.
"You are to stay here and go nowhere. I need to take Adrien to St. Mungo's Hospital first, where he can receive the best treatment. I'll be back in five minutes."
Lynn nodded like a pecking chick, indicating that he was a well-behaved child.
Phoenix Fawkes took Professor Dumbledore and Professor Foxx away.
Lynn's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed, and he dropped onto a bloodstained wooden board.
Just as he was about to catch his breath, the system suddenly popped up.
Emergency mission completed! Adrien Foxx has escaped mortal danger. Drawing talent... Talent acquired: Metamorphmagus!
Lynn stared at