Draco got up too quickly, and the pain in his calf made him stagger a few steps, about to collapse to the floor again.
Harry and Cedric instinctively reached out, both wanting to give Draco a hand.
But they were exhausted too. The moment they stretched out their hands, pain shot through their entire bodies, freezing their movements before they could catch Draco's arm.
A familiar snap of fingers rang out, and a thick cushion appeared beneath Draco, catching him securely.
Harry immediately thought of something. Following the sound of the snap, he looked to the side and saw Wizet lying on a hospital bed.
Clearly, Wizet had conjured the cushion.
Only then did Cedric, Draco, and Harry notice how familiar their surroundings were—the bracelets had brought them back to the Hospital Wing.
"Wizet!" Harry walked over to Wizet and called out in delighted surprise. "So you really did finish the second task already! When did you finish it?"
Wizet was already sitting cross-legged on the bed. "About ten minutes ago, I think? Actually..."
Before he could finish, an oppressive female voice rang out. "Wizet! I told you to lie properly in bed. Why are you sitting up again?"
Madam Pomfrey appeared before them. Her gaze swept across the floor, where she saw Draco struggling to get up, as well as the cushion helping him.
She stepped forward to help Draco onto a bed, then raised her eyebrows at Wizet. "I told you not to use magic. Why won't you listen? What if it leaves lasting effects?"
"Lasting effects? What lasting effects?" Harry and Draco demanded at the same time.
"Madam Pomfrey, I'm actually in very good condition..." Wizet explained. "When you examined me just now..."
"Didn't you find anything abnormal? There hasn't been any dizziness or headache either... hasn't