Guidance

Silvan turned into a cat and nimbly slipped around the fighting crowd, heading toward the courtyard. He did not know why he was going there at a time like this, but that did not matter, because Felix Felicis knew.

The courtyard lay beside the castle. Many students liked to come here after meals to stroll and chat, and anyone heading to the Hospital Wing had to pass through it as well.

Perhaps because too many students were injured during Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology classes, the school had specially built a wooden bridge near the Forbidden Forest that led directly to the courtyard. If a student was injured during class, they could be sent straight to the Hospital Wing.

However, to prevent Death Eaters from entering the castle from this direction, Neville and Seamus had blown up that bridge not long ago, eliminating a major concern.

Afterward, the injured were all brought here. Madam Pomfrey had set up dozens of simple field cots in the courtyard and was treating the wounds inflicted by dark magic as quickly as possible.

To Silvan's surprise, he saw Mad-Eye Moody here.

He looked completely different. His entire body was constantly convulsing, and strange dark purple smoke was rising from his scar-covered face. Even his distinctive Magical Eye had changed from blue to dark red, as though it had been soaked in blood.

"The potent restorative draught is gone! I need Mandrake, Belladonna, and Venomous Tentacula!" Madam Pomfrey screamed, her gaze passing over the rows of cots to fix on Mr. Weasley, who was struggling to restrain Mad-Eye.

"Arthur, I need you to find Pomona as quickly as possible. Only the greenhouses will have those herbs."

"But—Moody— I can't let go!" Mr. Weasley's face was flushed red. He had to use every ounce of