Chapter 208 How is your head… (Ch 208)

When Harry and the other two hurried to the hospital wing, they found Hermione without asking.

Because her crying was so…loud.

The moment the three of them actually saw Hermione, they all widened their eyes in confusion.

“I take back what I said about Professor Trelawney being a liar…” Ron muttered.

“Me too.”

“She’s a true genius!”

The three of them admired Professor Trelawney sincerely.

“…Do you have to tell me about this? Even if you say it secretly behind my back.” Hermione wiped the sparse tears from the corners of her eyes, and her originally bright eyes automatically turned into a dead fish look as she complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but actually… it’s a little funny.” Ron said as he walked over and flicked the two small horns that had grown on Hermione’s forehead with his fingernails.

They pierced her skin, but luckily Madam Pomfrey quickly gave Hermione a painkiller and applied a special ointment.

“It’s not only funny, it’s cool, really. You should use paint to paint these two horns red. It’s a pity that Halloween has passed… Maybe next Halloween you can continue to drink the Bone Spirit a little…” Harry also came over and made a joke.

“Is there any way to remove this horn? It won’t leave a scar.”

Hermione felt a little better: “Neville is the only one among you three who speaks human language. The other two of you… hehe.”

As she spoke she looked at Harry and Ron with disdain.

“It shouldn’t leave scars. The damage caused by bone growth is probably just physical damage. Ordinary potions should be able to heal it.” Harry comforted.

“Oh… I hope so. But now I don’t know how Madam Pomfrey will remove my two horns. Maybe some magic potion?” Hermione replied with a sigh.

When Harry, Ron and Neville heard this, they all looked at each other implicitly, and in the blink of an eye, a 3/3 team voice message came out.

[This is a whole prank?]

【Can!】

【no problem!】

The next moment Ron spoke directly: “I don’t know, but when we came in, we saw Madam Pomfrey holding two huge hacksaws, and we didn’t know what she was going to do.”

Hermione’s little face turned pale all of a sudden.

“Hacksaw?”

“Well, there’s a saw and a steel rod, like a carpenter,” Harry added.

Hermione forgot to wipe her tears for a moment. She looked at the ceiling in a trance, and a strange scene appeared in her mind.

A terrifying big iron frame fixed her head in place, and then Madam Pomfrey held a hacksaw in one hand and held her own horns with the other hand and sawed them fiercely. After sawing, she was afraid that it would be uneven, so she rubbed it with a file, and finally polished it with sandpaper. From now on, she could only have two pale circles on her forehead.

Almost everyone says the first thing they see about me: “What’s wrong with your forehead?” or “Hello, have you polished it?”

“It’s over, my life is over, my future is gone, my………….”

When Madam Pomfrey came in, she saw Hermione, who was like an empty shell. She looked at her three friends with some confusion: “What happened to her?”

After the three children finished talking, Madam Pomfrey took out a bottle of potion helplessly and said, “Young wizards nowadays only learn practical magic, not theoretical magic. This is the case.”

“Drink it and you’ll be alright.”

Hermione took the potion and looked at Madam Pomfrey, who had nothing in her hands.

“Don’t my horns need sawing and filing?”

“Do you know why some people’s bodies cannot regenerate after being damaged by dark magic, or why Muggles experience phantom pain after their limbs are severed?” Madam Pomfrey did not answer immediately, but asked.

The four little ones all shook their heads. Hermione seemed to have forgotten her two horns and regained her sense of being in class.

“Because of the soul, when black magic damages the body, it also damages that part of the soul. Therefore, conventional methods that use the soul as a basis to simultaneously repair the body cannot restore the body. Only a specific counter-spell can be used.”

“When a Muggle’s limb is severed, the body is damaged, but the soul remains intact, so the so-called phantom limb pain is some kind of abnormality in the soul.” Madam Pomfrey explained.

Hermione reacted: “So my two horns have no soul? Then will this potion alone work?”

Madam Pomfrey nodded. “But this will be a little painful, because its principle is to destroy your body and then let your body grow again based on your soul. I don’t know if you have studied Muggle biology and the metamorphosis of insects.”

“The effect is similar, so I need to make a cocoon for you.”

After listening to Madam Pomfrey’s explanation, Hermione felt terrible. As a top student in both Muggle and magic, she certainly knew what abnormal development was.

In short, the insect melts itself into liquid in the cocoon and then reassembles…

“Can’t we use other methods? Like… using a saw or something?”

Madam Pomfrey shook her head. “The painkiller can only be used to relieve pain in the muscles and skin, and your two horns are full of nerves and blood vessels. You can’t stand that kind of pain.”

“Then this potion………….” Hermione looked at the potion in her hand, still looking resistant.

“It will only take one night, Miss Granger, and this is Hogwarts. We have magic. Of course, we can’t really turn you into liquid and then reassemble you. Destruction and reassembly are done at the same time. Relax.” Madam Pomfrey comforted her.

“So… the cocoon you mentioned?”

“That’s for hygiene, poor child.” Madam Pomfrey waved her wand casually, and a bubble expanded from Hermione’s body from the inside out.

“Drink it.”

“Oh… I have no other choice.” Hermione swallowed and drank the potion in her hand.

“…………..Ice-cold and sweet,” she commented.

“You need to get some sleep next. After all, this kind of pain, like the rate of pi, is very unbearable. It’s better to get some sleep.” Madam Pomfrey said as she raised her wand again. After Hermione nodded, she lightly nodded: “Faint.”