"No." Mrs. Weasley's hands trembled as she finished cleaning her son's and Sirius's wounds.
Throughout the process, George yelled and cried out, while Sirius's breathing was so faint that he lay as quietly as a dead man.
"It's no use. These wounds were caused by Dark Magic. Dittany can stop the bleeding, but it can't heal them."
Mrs. Weasley was in charge of logistics for the Order of the Phoenix. She might not have matched the others in combat, but none of them could match her when it came to logistics.
"Unless we know which spell caused these wounds."
"Hiss..." George fought through the pain. "Come to think of it, that spell seemed like an invisible blade..."
"An invisible blade?" Moody repeated softly, his brow furrowed as he searched his memory of the Dark Magic he had encountered, trying to find a spell that matched.
Su Er stood nearby as well. He knew which spell could have wounded Sirius like this, but rather than speak up, he watched Harry thoughtfully.
Harry crouched beside Sirius, his face pale and his eyes fixed on him. His hatred for Snape had reached a new height.
After hearing George's words, he too began to think.
"An invisible blade, an invisible blade," he muttered anxiously...
Suddenly, he stood up.
"Where's my luggage?" He turned anxiously to Hagrid. "Where's my trunk? Hagrid!"
Everyone looked at him strangely. Sirius lay here, his life hanging in the balance, and Harry was worrying about his trunk.
"Over there." Hagrid had no idea why he wanted it, but pointed him in the right direction anyway.
Harry hurried over and opened the trunk with a click. He tossed out one piece of clothing after another, and everyone could hear his agitated muttering-
"Where is it? Where is it..."
Under everyone's gaze,