The Curse

Fudge left Hogwarts. Before long, he would disappear completely from the public eye.

Perhaps the next time he appeared, it would only be as a miserable picture in a newspaper, accompanied by a few brief words.

Over a longer period of time, he would also become a topic of conversation among wizards over tea.

But no one would sympathize with him, except for a few hypocritical political enemies.

Eli thought of Astoria. She had taken a Cruciatus Curse from Umbridge.

He had heard long ago that she was in poor health, so that blow must have done considerable harm.

Eli said to Professor McGonagall, "By the way, Professor McGonagall, I may have to go to the Hospital Wing. Astoria was hit by Umbridge's Cruciatus Curse."

"What!" Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned deathly pale. She had always been extremely strict with her students, but at the same time, she absolutely could not accept seeing one of them harmed.

Especially by the Cruciatus Curse.

Professor McGonagall looked extraordinarily grim. Trembling slightly, she said, "That child's situation is rather special. The Hospital Wing may not be enough."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurried toward the Hospital Wing.

Eli stared at Professor McGonagall in confusion, then quickly followed. He did not understand what she meant by Astoria's "special situation."

When they reached the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was rushing out in a panic. Behind her, Astoria was floating in midair.

"Oh my, Minerva? But I don't have time to explain much right now. This child's condition is extremely serious. I have to take her to St Mungo's. Only Xi Haina can save her."

Madam Pomfrey was frantic and spoke extremely quickly. Eli could barely make out what she was saying.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened when she heard this.

"That curse did far