Chapter 287: Chapter 287
The door opened abruptly, and Tonks appeared on the threshold. She wasn't wearing a leather suit now, but brightly colored Muggle clothes in a slightly punk style. She walked in rather briskly and closed the door right in front of Potter, who had already been joined by Ron.
"Has something happened?"
"Get Andromeda," Sirius turned to her. "Remus got shot."
"What do you mean 'shot'?" she wondered, and looking at Lupin and noticing the distinctive head wound, she was even more surprised. "Just like that? Is he even alive?"
Surprisingly, at that moment, Sirius and I looked at her with exactly the same expression on our faces, which read doubt in her intellectual abilities. And these expressions were understood by the girl, forcing her to be embarrassed and change her hair color from purple to other toxic shades a couple of times.
"One moment..."
The girl pulled her wand from the holster on her forearm and swung it.
"Expecto Patronum."
A glowing ball of light burst from the tip of Nymphadora's wand, immediately transforming into a rabbit. It circled merrily through the air, stopping in front of the girl's face, and the girl whispered something to it quickly, after which the ghostly hare galloped through the wall, disappearing.
"I called my mom. She's not at work right now. Or at work?"
"Wait, you don't even have your own healer?" and again, I did not have to be surprised.
"All the healers are under Mungo," replied Nymphadora. "And the Mungo are neutral. In England, you can gain practice or private healing only there. You need to be assigned to Mungo and the guild. Otherwise, it is illegal."
"Oh, right."
" Listen, Max, " Nymphadora looked at me very seriously. "Is what you said true?"
"Bullshit. I'm sure he's lying," said Sirius, sitting down on the chair next to Lupin's bed.
Without further ado, I took off my robe. Then I took off my black windbreaker and then my T-shirt.
"Don't blush. Look at the scars, Nymphadora," I chided the girl with a smile, and she stopped "flashing," staring at the right side of my torso, densely dotted with pale, almost unscary scars.
"Here..." I pointed with my finger at the areas of intact skin that were in the middle of the scars," ... pieces of skin and meat were torn out by the jaws. And here he bared my ribs. And also a hand, see? Here the claws have already worked. And there are also scars on the leg."
If Nymphadora turned pale at the sight of such scars, then Sirius looked with interest, frowning, and seemed to be trying to imagine a picture of what had happened. Well, in fact, the scars are not at all as terrible as they were after the treatment, and my ritual left, in fact, only traces, but the integrity of the picture was not lost from this.
"I had to do a lot of magic just to close them, and it's a whole story about bringing them to such a stage of healing."
"Wow…" Nymphadora bent down a little, wanting to take a closer look, and even unconsciously pulled my hand, but jumped back and blushed again.
"It could have been anyone," Sirius said reasonably. It seems that he was not particularly worried about Lupin, but it is understandable "he is in Stasis, and the healer is on the way."
"Of course," I nodded, starting to get dressed. "But at the moment of our skirmish, in a fit of shock and panic, I inflicted many wounds on him. Bleeding wounds."
"And figured it out by blood?" Nymphadora returned to normal and turned on the brain. "Ritual or potion? Or a spell?"
"A spell? Is there such a spell?"
"Well, what if you know? You seem to know a lot."
"Not that much."
"What about that attack on us?" there was a note of indignation in her voice.
"Brains and an unusual use of common, and more importantly, commonly known spells. Nothing special."
"But what was the point of doing all that? You can't imagine how scared we were. By the end, we already thought that we would die there."
With a wave of my wand, I transfigured two chairs out of the air, decently straining my brains, and gestured to the girl to sit down, taking one of them.
"Partly from boredom. Partly, though... I wanted to see what the 'old company,' as the headmaster called you, was capable of. I knew for sure that it was you for a simple reason — the headmaster mentioned that there is Remus in this "company." I'll tell you a secret, I was tracking Lupin. I was curious to look into the eyes of the man who did... What he did. Just imagine for a second that a less capable child would have been there instead of me and would not have been able to drive away a werewolf. He would have died. Or, let's say, he didn't die, but a month later, in the common room, the heart of the House would turn into a werewolf in the midst of a bunch of defenseless children. I hope I don't need to explain what the werewolf is guided by?"
Interestingly, even the slightly insane Sirius turned pale.
"Carnage..." he exhaled softly.
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