Bell's Terrible Idea

Having witnessed the entire intense battle, Sebas knew very well that although Voldemort was unable to cast many powerful Curses due to a lack of magic power, this did not affect his superb skill in Curses.

Even a simple Breaking Curse, when cast by Voldemort, is many times more powerful than that of an ordinary wizard.

Therefore, Voldemort's previous display of strength still surpassed that of most wizards; at least Sebas was not confident he could defeat him.

"Sebas, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get me a few healing Potions. And heal me while you're at it."

Lying on the ground, Bell's whole body was twitching slightly, and every now and then, a few strands of blue-white Electric Arc could be seen emerging from his body.

After the intense and exciting battle, Bell could no longer suppress the pain in his body; he couldn't even move a single finger.

"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry, Young Master!"

Reawakened by Bell's words, Sebas quickly took out a bottle of Potions from his pocket, knelt down, and slowly fed it to Bell.

Then, he used Transfiguration to Transfiguration a large bathtub on the ground.

Bottle after bottle of healing Potions were poured into the bathtub by Sebas as if they were free. Once the bathtub was full of Potions, he carefully picked up Bell and gently placed him into the tub.

"Those skilled in healing Curses! Get over here!"

Sebas yelled at the Action Team members who were cleaning up the battlefield not far away.

At this moment, the old butler was very dissatisfied with these fools.

Can't you see how badly the Young Master is injured? Why don't you come over and help him?

Clean up the battlefield, clean up the battlefield, do you think you can sweep up flowers?

Each Special Operations Team's 10-person squad will have one member skilled in healing Curses to increase the squad members' survival rate.

After all, the Special Operations Team is the sharpest knife in the hands of the Menethil Family, the most trusted of the trusted, and the life of each member is extremely precious, something that no amount of Galleon could buy.

In less than three seconds, ten wizards skilled in healing Curses appeared beside Bell.

"Slow down! All of you, slow down! Can't you see the Young Master is seriously injured? What if the wind you create is too strong and worsens Young Master injuries?!"

Sebas, frustrated and disappointed, kicked each of them.

He had already decided that he would give those brats a good beating when he got back.

She's supposed to be a healer, but she's always thinking about dealing damage. Doesn't that deserve a scolding?

Ten skilled healers surrounded Bell, using their Wand to treat different parts of Bell body in a coordinated and rapid manner.

Some were responsible for extracting residual Lightning from Bell's body, some for eliminating carbonized necrotic tissue, and some for regenerating muscle and skin.

Thanks to the tacit understanding developed from years of fighting side by side, the healing wizards methodically healed Bell's injuries.

Being pointed at by so many Wand for the first time, Bell was quite uncomfortable...

With the Potions he drank inside his body, the Potions he was soaked in outside his body, and the healing Curses, Bell's injuries were improving at a visible speed under this luxurious three-pronged approach.

As the numbness in his body gradually disappeared and he regained control of his body, Bell breathed a sigh of relief.

With his heavy eyelids drooping, the emptiness he felt made him want to just tilt his head to the side and fall asleep.

But tonight's events still have some final touches to finish, so he needs to hold on a little longer.

Before long, Goodwin came running over.

Having learned a valuable lesson from the previous experience of being kicked while healing wizards, Goodwin wisely refrained from using his Flying Shoes to prevent the strong winds generated by his rapid movement from affecting his Young Master's treatment.

"Young Master, Brigade Commander, the battlefield has been cleaned up. All 34 Death Eater have been killed, with no survivors. Our side has only a few minor injuries, with no serious injuries or deaths."

"Also, Young Master, your classmate, Mr. Harry Potter, is seriously injured and unconscious. What should we do?"

Goodwin reported succinctly.

"What? Harry's still alive?"

Bell was truly stunned.

How did Harry manage to survive such a fierce battle? Is this the legendary protagonist's immortality law?

"Yes, Young Master. When the battle broke out, Harry Potter was surrounded by Death Eater. Therefore, most of the attacks were blocked by the Death Eater on the outside and did not affect the other side."

"I see. No wonder he's the Boy Who Lived."

But it doesn't matter. I'll treat his injuries and check his memory to see if there's anything he shouldn't have seen or heard.

Once you've packed everything up, you can handle it yourselves, just make sure nothing is missing in the end.

Oh, and remember to get Harry back to Hogwarts by tomorrow evening at the latest.

Bell didn't want Dumbledore to have any bad associations with Harry because they had detained Harry for too long.

Having fought Voldemort, he was now even less inclined to confront Dumbledore.

"Yes, Young Master."

After bowing respectfully to Bell, Goodwin turned around, intending to continue arranging the next steps.

"Wait a minute! Speaking of which... haven't we forgotten something?"

Tilting his head in confusion, Bell felt as if he had forgotten something, but then again, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Exhausted, his mind was like a computer of this era, running at an incredibly slow speed.

"Young Master, are you referring to Mr. Cedric Diggory?"

After thinking for a moment, Sebas asked uncertainly.

"Yes, yes... Ouch! That hurts!"

Reminded by Sebas, Bell finally remembered what he had forgotten and excitedly sat up.

Then he lay back down, grimacing.

The movement was too exaggerated and aggravated the injury.

"Where's Cedric's body? After all, he died in the line of duty; we should take him back and give him a proper funeral!"

At this point, Bell can't help but sigh once again:

As expected, the profession of "the protagonist's friend" is no joke. He'd better stay away from Harry from now on.

"This... Young Master, Mr. Diggory's body... was damaged in the battle, and it can't be pieced together."

In fact, Goodwin was trying his best to be tactful.

But in reality... it's more than just impossible to put together!

Cedric's body was mostly burned to ashes by flames or charred by Lightning. It's already quite remarkable that he was able to find even an arm or a leg!

"Oh no!? What do we do then?"

Strictly speaking, the reason why Cedric's body was destroyed was due to Bell's side.

Bell was actually quite embarrassed about this.

"How about we find any relatively intact corpse and Transfiguration Cedric's likeness?"

Bell, whose brain aches whenever he tries to think, managed to come up with a terrible idea.