On the forest floor, Harry fell unconscious again, while Eli braced himself on one arm beside him, grimacing in pain.
"What just happened... Am I still not awake..." Ron Weasley looked from Harry lying on the ground to Eli, who was being bandaged by Hermione Granger. His mind was a complete mess now; even the icy wind could not clear his head.
"I'm not too bad over here. Go take care of Harry. Don't let his temperature drop." Eli's voice sounded strained. He tried his best not to move his arm, but whenever the cold wind blew, he was freezing and in pain.
As Hermione bandaged Eli, she had to keep herself from trembling. The sharp blade seemed to still be waiting for a chance to stab at her.
What had just happened left them all terrified. None of them had expected Harry to suddenly lash out.
After all, he had been holding the Sword of Gryffindor, a weapon capable of cleaving a Horcrux in two. It had also been stained with the Basilisk's deadly venom, and the blade had absorbed its poison—one drop of blood was enough to seal a victim's fate.
If Eli had not been carrying medicine with him, he would have gone cold by now.
Harry lay unconscious on the ground. They had placed the sword and Wand far away, and there was not even a stone nearby that could be picked up. It was clear just how tense they were, determined to prevent another accident.
Eli's thoughts were a mess. He racked his brains but could not think of any reason Harry would attack him.
Then, a voice rang out in Eli's mind. "Kid, be careful. I can sense that fellow's presence..."
Eli's heart tightened. Before he could ask anything, another voice sounded. "Remember to