"Do you feel drained, as though you haven't any strength at all?" Madam Pomfrey soon arrived and prodded Su Er here and there, asking how he felt.
"Yes..." Su Er said hoarsely. While Hermione had gone to fetch Madam Pomfrey, he had tried moving his body. He could feel it and move it, but he was very weak.
"Does your head hurt?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Yes..."
Hermione watched anxiously from the side as Madam Pomfrey examined Su Er.
After a while, Madam Pomfrey withdrew her hands, a smile tugging at her lips. "There, you're all right now. Your wounds healed long ago, and the poison has been completely cleared out."
"Hmm... the blood you lost has been replenished too."
"Your head hurts now because you pushed your magic far beyond its limits. If you weren't so young, with your magic still growing, you'd have lost it and become a Squib! An adult who pushed themselves like that would have already!"
"Professor Snape's Magic-Restoring Potion is still brewing. I'll have to hurry him along." After telling Su Er that he could only lie in bed and rest for now and should not move about, Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself as she turned and left the ward.
"Did you hear that? If you hadn't been lucky! You nearly became a Squib, do you know that?" Once Madam Pomfrey had left, Hermione could not help launching into another lecture.
Su Er had long since grown used to this side of Hermione and understood that it was her way of showing concern, just like a mother nagging her son.
Had it been Ron, he would probably have been angrily shooing her away by now.
A smile tugged at Su Er's lips, and he called softly, "Hermione?"
"Do you even understand... what is it?" Hermione