While Madam Pomfrey went to get the medicine, Ani entered the ward to check on Romilda's injury.
The originally fair-skinned girl's whole body was now wrapped in a transparent gel, her muscles and blood vessels had lost their protection, and her blood vessels were clearly visible, and white bones could even be seen in some places.
Madam Pomfrey is indeed a top therapist qualified to take over as the headmaster of St. Mungo. Although Romilda's injury looks horrific, her vital signs have completely returned to normal.
Madam Pomfrey is still dispensing the medicine. If Ani had come half an hour later, Romilda's skin might have healed. If it weren't for the follow-up treatment and observation, the girl would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
But physical injuries can be easily healed, but the pain and shadow caused by a sudden attack are difficult to heal.
Thinking of this, Ani was not in the mood to lament the convenience and magic of magic.
Ani has some experience in healing magic, but he has no intention of intervening in Romilda's treatment. Every healer has his own method, and rash interference will be counterproductive.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Aini did not stay in the ward for long. He pushed open the door and quickly stepped out, then gently blocked out the noise outside.
At this time, several more professors arrived. Although they had deliberately lowered their voices, the humming whispers continued to crowd out the tranquility in the school doctor's office.
"Hi, ladies and gentlemen, please move to another place to discuss. My patient needs to rest."
Madam Pomfrey hurried over with a tray, dissatisfied and drove away the crowd that was about to block the outer aisle.
Seeing Madam Pomfrey's menacing look, Ani swallowed her question and slipped out with everyone.
Despite the fact that the school doctor is usually mild-tempered, anyone who does something irrelevant when she is treating patients will definitely understand what it means to be a doctor. That is to say, Aini was not blocked in the ward just now, otherwise
It is inevitable to have a meal of steak.
Walking out of the door of the school doctor's office, the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment. After walking a few steps, the chaotic footsteps gradually became consistent, as if reflecting people's similar moods.
Anger, depression, pity...
As thoughts flowed, everyone tacitly agreed not to speak, making the sound of tapping in a unified rhythm even duller. Even the portraits on both sides of the corridor closed their mouths tightly.
Just when Hu Meizi, who was in the gap in the armor, tremblingly buried herself in the shadows and began to think about moving, a footstep that usually sounded ordinary but now seemed a little out of time disturbed the peaceful rhythm.
"Ah, I heard..."
"Yes, a freshman was attacked."
Dumbledore interrupted the visitor's question and stared into the other person's eyes without blinking.
"No...oh, I mean, I'm worried. How is that student's condition?"
Facing the white wizard's gaze, Peter subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but he quickly reacted and changed the subject.
Dumbledore didn't answer, but looked at Peter quietly, his aura getting stronger and stronger.
He knew that with the castle contract system in place, students' lives would not be threatened, so he agreed to let Peter come to Hogwarts to teach. However, he did not expect that the other party would brutally treat a girl without any scruples.
Torture, this has exceeded the old principal's bottom line.
In order to give an explanation to Miss Vanney, and to prevent such an incident from happening again, Dumbledore decided to terminate the plan and capture Peter directly...or kill him on the spot!
"Albus, now is not the time to lose your temper. The most important thing is to catch the murderer as soon as possible."
Ani lightly touched Dumbledore's elbow, and their eyes instantly touched each other, and then the old headmaster's aura instantly calmed down.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
Dumbledore understood Aini's meaning, calmed down his momentum and nodded to Peter.
Peter is not a murderer.
"It's not just you, we are all angry. But Aini is right, now is not the time to vent your emotions. The most important thing is to find that guy out."
McGonagall stepped forward to comfort Dumbledore, then turned her head and gave an apologetic smile to Peter.
With her current mood, it is indeed difficult for her to smile smoothly and naturally.
"Ahem."
After reaching a tacit understanding with Ani again, Dumbledore coughed twice and then began to assign tasks.
"Filius, Minerva, Pomona and Severus, you are responsible for questioning the students in each house, collecting clues, and making sure to find out Miss Vanney's recent movements.
Aurora, open the barrier, seal all external passages to Hogwarts, and no one is allowed to enter or exit.
Peter, Caridi, please consult the portrait on the fourth floor and investigate all the people who appear near the prize display room.
Saitima..."
Even though the old man usually doesn't take care of things very much, he arranges people with clear ideas and in an orderly manner. If the murderer is really Peter, he will never escape from Hogwarts even if he turns into a mouse again.
However, when everyone accepted the mission and left with the intention of giving Vanni an explanation, only two of them knew that it was all just a show.
The other person was very worried when he left.
When he was just crushed by Dumbledore's momentum, Peter almost thought that his plan was exposed, and he almost showed his true colors and knelt down to beg for mercy.
But then Dumbledore and Ani reached a tacit understanding and made Peter suspicious again.
He's not the murderer, that's for sure.
No two people have exactly the same magical aura, even twins like Fred and George will be somewhat different.
Although most people use modern magic spells, they mostly exert their effects by mobilizing spell models in the rules, with very little personal touch. Especially black magic spells, which are interfered by the power of external gods and have residual effects from the caster.
The breath will be thinner.
But for Ani, it was enough.
The aura about Romilda did not belong to Peter.
However, this attack had nothing to do with him, or in other words, it was all his plan.
Step by step away from Dumbledore, Peter kept recalling what he had done during this period, pondering whether there were any loopholes in it, and his racing thoughts almost made his brain spin together.
But after thinking about it, he didn't reveal any flaws. Even if he caught the murderer, he wouldn't be implicated at all. And if Dumbledore had discovered his little trick in advance, the old headmaster would never let this incident happen.
The more he thought about it, the happier Peter felt. Maybe he just happened to be in the right place when Dumbledore's momentum exploded before.
With a conclusion in mind, Peter couldn't help but speed up his pace. If he could find strong clues to identify the murderer -
So who would doubt Peter, who is usually diligent, dedicated, kind and timid?