Upon hearing this, Madam Pomfrey frowned and lowered her head in thought for a moment.
A moment later she looked up and said, "This isn't unprecedented."
" The Hogwarts books also record some wizards who were born with extraordinary spiritual perception."
"They are more perceptive than others at sensing the aura of Magical Creatures, the traces of wandering spirits, and even the residual fluctuations of certain Ancient Magic fields."
"But this kind of talent usually only involves 'perception' and will never directly lead to 'attracting unclean things'."
"There is no necessary causal relationship between the two," Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her head.
After saying that, she raised her wand again, her fingers flying, forming several more complex and exquisite testing gestures.
Tiny specks of golden light drifted from the tip of the staff and slowly merged into Draco's skin.
Soon after, the points of light drifted back along the same path.
The light spots remained as clear as ever, without the slightest hint of dullness.
Madam Pomfrey put down her wand and compared the test results with the medical records in her hand.
When she looked up at Draco again, her gaze was now filled with clear suspicion.
"Based on the current physiological examination and magical fluctuation scan results, Mr. Malfoy, I have found no medical evidence to support your claim that you are 'prone to attracting unclean things'."
"Your health is excellent, and your magic flows smoothly and orderly."
"There is neither a pathological spiritual sensitivity nor a special affinity for dark creatures."
At this point, her words became even more direct. "On the contrary, your magic resistance test results are quite standard, even slightly above the average level for students your age."
"The strange feelings you just described are more likely a psychological effect, or... an overinterpretation and misjudgment of the external environment."
Upon hearing Madam Pomfrey's conclusion, Draco was slightly taken aback.
He then let out a soft "ah".
He was secretly pleased; Madam Pomfrey had given him a good excuse.
Draco agreed, "Actually... on the thought, Madam Pomfrey does have a point."
He slowly raised his head.
"I've always been healthy since I was a child, and I've never had any chronic illnesses."
"Perhaps... those so-called 'chills down my spine' or 'feeling of being watched' are just my imagination?"
"My grandfather... he always loved me the most." Draco's voice softened, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"When I was a child, I was timid. I was always afraid of the dark when walking through the manor's corridors at night, and I was always prone to overthinking. Even the slightest sound or rustling could keep me awake."
"Maybe... he just felt sorry for me and made up stories about 'sensitive spiritual senses' and 'special constitution' to reassure me?"
He frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance in his voice:
"He taught me that... spellcasting gesture and the feeling of tuning magic, probably just because he knew I was going to go to Hogwarts and was worried I'd be bullied by guys like Peeves, so he specifically taught me this little trick."
He said this was a method specifically for dealing with these kinds of 'minor troubles,' probably... just to make me feel that I have a way to protect myself and don't have to live in constant fear.
"I was too young then, and I actually took his words of comfort to heart..."
Draco sighed softly, his brow furrowed with the guilt of a young man.
"Today, Peeves was acting so wildly in the hallway, I got scared and impulsively used this method without thinking about the consequences..."
Draco secretly breathed a sigh of relief after saying that.
The loop is finally closed.
Being an improvisational actor is really not an easy job.
The room was silent.
A heartwarming story of a grandfather's well-intentioned lie comforting his timid grandson.
A teenager, misled by the words of his elders, recklessly used "self-defense techniques" in a critical situation, which constituted a violation of discipline.
The serious expression on Madam Pomfrey's face gradually softened.
The look in her eyes as she looked at Draco even carried a hint of understanding and pity.
Which family doesn't have an elder who loves and cares for the younger generation?
Such a well-intentioned lie is hardly a mistake.
The stern edge in Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes softened somewhat.
She looked at Draco, her brows not completely relaxed, but her eyes were no longer so cold.
Only Professor Snape's face grew increasingly grim.
To him, Draco's additional explanation was simply too "perfect".
It was so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw; it was as perfect as a meticulously choreographed drama.
This is hardly a sincere reflection after a sudden realization; it's clearly a more sophisticated lie.
This lie concealed all the doubts beneath a veneer of warmth.
Hermione, standing outside the door, bit her lip tightly.
She felt the same way as Snape.
I think what Draco said makes absolutely perfect sense!
Hermione gritted her teeth, thinking to herself.
What a big liar!
From now on, I'll have to think twice before saying anything, lest I be deceived by his words!
Snape was helpless.
But Snape understood this, of course.
At this point, there's no point in continuing to argue.
Constantly asking questions will only make you appear narrow-minded, mean, and suspicious.
It seemed like they were deliberately targeting a student who had just "frankly reflected" on their actions.
This is by no means a wise move.
Snape's unfathomable black eyes gave Draco one last, deep look.
A few seconds Snape looked away and turned to Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall.
"In that case, it seems there's no need to continue this medical examination."
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. There are still some... 'naughty' students' papers in Potions Class that need grading."
He deliberately emphasized the word "mischievous".
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked out of the Hospital Wing.
The black figure quickly disappeared through the doorway.
Madam Pomfrey nodded to Professor McGonagall and said:
"The examination results are clear: Mr. Malfoy is in excellent physical health."
"As for the psychological aspect... since he himself has realized that those unusual feelings may stem from psychological factors and the well-intentioned guidance of his elders, I think there shouldn't be any major problems."
"If you experience similar discomfort again in the future, feel free to come to the Hospital Wing to talk to me."
Professor McGonagall thanked Madam Pomfrey sincerely.
She then turned around and looked at Draco, reverting to her usual stern tone.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, thankfully you are in good health."
"Now, come with me to the office to determine the specifics and duration of your confinement."
"I hope you can truly learn from this incident and understand the importance of following school rules."
Draco obediently nodded in agreement, picked up the Gryffindor robes he had just taken off, and put them on neatly.
Then he followed Professor McGonagall and slowly walked out of the examination room.