Second Attack

Click!

A flash went off.

"Oh, Colin, could you not record me looking like this..."

Harry's hand was still limp, while the twins kept teasing him.

"Look, there's a rubber man here."

"So you don't have to worry about fractures anymore, do you?"

The two of them took turns ribbing him, leaving Harry utterly speechless.

"Mr. Malfoy, drink this. You might be better by tonight."

"Move aside, move aside! You really should have come straight to me."

Madam Pomfrey gave Malfoy a bottle of potion, then hurried over to Harry.

"Setting bones is easy enough, but growing them back..."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head in frustration, as though blaming the troublemaker who had made the bones vanish.

"You can cure it, right...?"

"Oh, of course." Madam Pomfrey looked back at Harry. "It's just that regrowing bones will be quite agonizing. You may not have a pleasant night, but once you endure it, you'll be fine."

Harry accepted the potion Madam Pomfrey handed him. Agonizing or not, there was no escaping it.

"Bleurgh—"

The moment Harry swallowed the potion, he immediately vomited it all back up, his face twisted in agony.

"Good heavens, you didn't think every potion tasted like pumpkin juice, did you? Unfortunately, all the potions from the Phoenix Potion Shop we had in storage have been used up. Professor Snape brewed this one. It tastes worse, but it's no less effective."

"Huh?"

Harry looked at Madam Pomfrey in misery. No wonder the stuff tasted like Snape's foot-washing water—it really had been made by Snape.

No one had expected that, at this very moment, Professor Snape might be snickering smugly somewhere.

Upon hearing Harry was injured, he had specially brewed a bottle of exceptionally high-quality Skele-Gro. At the same time, he had employed his superb potion-making skills to make