Harry lay on the grass among the trees, his body still utterly drained of strength.
But he was very thankful now. The heavy dew on the grass had soaked him all over, which could probably conceal his wet trousers from when the pain of the Torture Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, or some other occasion had made him lose control of his bladder.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes.
Harry still lacked the strength to get up. Beside him, however, Qiu seemed to sense the damp chill among the trees and woke with a shudder.
Qiu was lying on the ground as well. When she got up, the little autumn-and-winter dress she had worn today was already soaked with dew. Even in a place like the United Kingdom, where winters were not particularly cold, it made her tremble slightly.
But Qiu was already a fairly capable young witch. A single spell would make her dry and comfortable again.
Right now, however, Qiu paid no attention to the chill in her body and immediately looked for Harry. She relaxed a little when she spotted him nearby, then hurried over.
Only when she saw that Harry's eyes were open and could still move did she finally breathe a full sigh of relief.
"Harry, are you all right?" Qiu's voice was full of concern.
"I'm guessing not too well," Harry said with a wry smile. "I haven't got any strength in my body at all right now..."
Qiu nodded. Harry had been tormented by the Torture Curse and then the Cruciatus Curse; it was already remarkable that he had not suffered a mental breakdown. Being unable to move now was only normal.
Qiu's wand was right beside her, and she quickly cast a spell.
First, she dried all the clothes on Harry and herself,