Magical Exhaustion

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what's wrong with my sister?" Harry looked anxiously at the adults present, his eyes full of helplessness.

When Snape saw Mia's condition, he hurriedly took her into his arms.

"What happened? Her magic is exhausted?" Snape could hardly believe it. Hearing this, Dumbledore hurried over to examine her as well, and found the same thing.

Harry's face instantly turned pale. Hermione and Ron hurried to support him.

"What happened?" Snape quickly gave Mia a magic potion. Magical exhaustion meant that she could very well become a Squib.

"It's all my fault! I shouldn't have told Professor McGonagall you were out at night, or Mia wouldn't have..." Draco looked at the weak Mia. The thought that he had played a part in this made him feel especially awful.

"Harry, you tell us!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry.

"It was Quirrell. He suddenly attacked me and tried to kill me, but Mia appeared and saved me. Then she ended up like this after dueling him." Harry hated himself. Why had he spent so much time playing around? Now he couldn't even protect his sister.

"Quirrell?" Snape's face darkened as he looked where Harry was pointing. The attack just now had revealed Quirrell's true face, and everyone present could see it.

Dumbledore went to investigate and found the Dark Lord's mark on Quirrell. He immediately understood who Quirrell was. "I never expected it to be Quirrell."

"Let's take Mia to the Hospital Wing first," Dumbledore ordered. Mia's condition could not wait.

The group hurried to the Hospital Wing. At the sight of Mia in Hagrid's arms, Madam Pomfrey was so startled that she immediately woke up.

"Oh, poor child, lie down quickly and let me have a look."

"Poppy, how is she?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, and everyone's hearts sank. Then she said, "It's very strange. Her body's magic is clearly exhausted, but I can feel another source of magic healing her."

Mia's condition could be compared to a glass of water: her magic was the water, and her magic capacity was the glass. Each use of Ancient Magic was equivalent to a glassful of water, and Mia had forced herself to use Ancient Magic, exhausting her magic.

Before this, Mia had known that although she had more magic than people her age or even older, it still wasn't enough to use Ancient Magic. So she had come up with a method: nothing could be built without first being broken. She would shatter the glass and build a larger container.

Mia had used Ancient Magic on herself to repair her body, nearly using up all her magic, then used the duel with Voldemort to break the glass. The Ancient Magic would automatically repair her body and replenish her magic. It was a very risky method; a single mistake would turn her into a Squib.

Moreover, she had to thank the fact that Voldemort wasn't strong enough yet. Otherwise, Mia would never have been so lucky.

"That's a relief. Minerva, Severus, come with me. We need to discuss Quirrell," Dumbledore said with a sigh of relief.

Snape didn't want to go. With Mia's life still hanging in the balance, how could he put his mind at ease? But he had no intention of letting the culprit who had done this to her go.

What Mia needed most now was quiet rest while her body healed.

Harry leaned beside Mia, holding her hand as he sat in silence.

"You heard her. Mia will be all right, so don't worry too much," Hermione comforted him.

"It's all my fault. If I weren't so weak, Mia wouldn't be like this." Harry clenched his fists.

For a moment, everyone fell somewhat silent.

"Children, it's time to leave. The patient needs quiet and rest." Madam Pomfrey had come to see them out.

"May I stay here?" Harry looked at her pleadingly, but was mercilessly refused.

The group could only sigh at the door.

Over the next few days, many people came to see Mia after learning she was in the hospital: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, the twins, Theodore, Cedric, and others. Madam Pomfrey had no choice but to bar everyone except Harry from entering.

Snape came every day to bring potions, and left looking worried each time.

A few days later, Mia woke up and felt that her body held more magic than ever before, but before she could rejoice-

"My child, you're awake?"

Mia looked up. It was Dumbledore.

"Headmaster?"

Dumbledore looked at the gifts surrounding Mia and smiled. "What happened between you and Quirrell is a secret, but secrets always have a way of getting around. The whole school knows."

Mia looked at the kindly old man before her. "Where are Harry and the others?"

"They're all right."

"Then what about the Philosopher's Stone?"

"You really are a very clever child. The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"What about Quirrell?"

"He's been locked up in Azkaban."

"Now it's my turn to ask. Are you all right, child?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't do anything so dangerous next time."

"If I didn't do it, Harry would have."

"Well then, child, I think I should be going." Dumbledore glanced at Harry, who was peeking in, smiled, and took a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

What a childish old man. Mia watched him helplessly, and Dumbledore winked.

"Mia! I'm so glad you're all right!" Once Dumbledore had left, Harry threw himself into Mia's arms.

"Hey, Mia just recovered." Hermione hurriedly stopped Harry.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Hermione." Mia smiled and winked when she saw Snape behind the curtain. Only when he saw that Mia was safe and sound, and so lively, did Snape finally set his mind at ease.

"I was worried sick, Mia." Harry's eyes reddened.

"Don't cry, I'm all right." Mia hurried to soothe Harry, then gestured to Hermione.

"Harry, didn't you want to tell Mia what happened these past few days?" Sure enough, his attention was diverted.

"Let me tell you, we..." Harry, Hermione, and Ron shared the interesting things that had happened while she was away, such as the Norwegian Ridgeback Hagrid had raised, how they had managed to get it out, and Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup.

Mia left the Hospital Wing and returned to the common room under everyone's admiring gazes. Theodore was already sitting there waiting.

"Theodore?"

Theodore said nothing, merely handing Mia the potion on the table.

"What's this? A magic potion?" Mia stared at him blankly, noticing that he had the gift she had given him with him.

"I took notes for you. If you need help with the homework, you can ask me. Get some rest." With that, he left.

Mia looked at the potion in her hand and smiled. Theodore was always like this, carefully noticing everything but never saying a word.

"Mia, you're out of the hospital?" Draco had hurried over as soon as he heard.

"What is it?"

"I'm so glad you're all right!" Draco hugged Mia tightly. He had been worried sick.

"Sorry for making you all worry, but I really am fine."

It took a long time to soothe the young master and send him on his way. Mia sighed. She had just finished comforting one crybaby, and now another had come along.

The final exams arrived right on schedule.

Mia easily took first place and became famous once again.