Chapter 208 What's Wrong with Your Head...

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 really saw Hermione, they all widened their eyes in confusion.

"I want to take back what I said about Professor Trelawney being a liar..." Ron murmured.

"Me too."

"She is a true genius!"

The three of them admired Professor Trelawney sincerely.

"... Do you have to tell me about this? Even if you are telling me secretly behind my back." Hermione wiped the few tears from the corners of her eyes, and her bright eyes automatically turned into a dead fish eye and complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but in fact... it's really 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 the skin, but fortunately Madam Pomfrey quickly fed Hermione a painkiller and applied a special ointment.

"Not only is it funny, it's cool, really, you should paint these two horns red, that is, Halloween has passed... Maybe next Halloween you can continue to drink bone spirits for a little..." Harry also came over to make this joke.

"Is there a way to remove this horn? It won't leave scars, right?"

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

She looked at Harry and Ron with disdain as she spoke.

"It shouldn't leave scars, the damage caused by bone hyperplasia should be purely physical damage, and ordinary potions should be able to heal it." Harry comforted.

"Oh... I hope, but I just don't know how Madam Pomfrey will remove my two horns now, maybe some magical potion?" Hermione sighed and replied.

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

[The whole prank? ]

[Okay! ]

[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. I don't know what she was going to do."

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

"Hacksaw?"

"Well, in addition to the saw, there is also a steel rubbing, like a carpenter." Harry added.

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

A terrifying big iron frame fixed her head, and then Madam Pomfrey held the hacksaw in one hand and held her horn in the other hand and sawed it fiercely. After sawing, she was afraid that it was not smooth and rubbed it with a file, and finally polished it with sandpaper. From now on, she can only have two pale circles on her forehead.

Almost everyone said the first thing they saw was: "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 walked in, she saw Hermione, who was like an empty shell. She looked at her three friends with some confusion: "What's wrong with her?"

After the three little ones finished talking, Madam Pomfrey took out a bottle of potion with some helplessness: "Nowadays, young wizards only learn applied magic, not theoretical magic. This is the situation."

"Drink it and you will be fine."

Hermione took the potion and looked at Madam Pomfrey with empty hands................

"Don't I need to saw and file my horns?"

"Do you know why some people cannot regenerate their bodies after being attacked by dark magic, or why Muggles experience phantom pain after losing their limbs?" Madam Pomfrey did not answer immediately, but asked.

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

"Because of the soul, when dark magic damages the body, it also damages the soul, so the conventional method of repairing the body based on the soul cannot restore the body, and only a specific counter-spell can be used."

"Muggle limbs are broken, but the body is damaged, but the soul is still intact, so the so-called phantom limb pain is some kind of abnormality of the soul." Madam Pomfrey explained.

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

Madam Pomfrey nodded: "But this will be a little painful, because its principle is to destroy your body while letting your body grow again based on the soul... I don't know if you have studied Muggle biology and insect metamorphosis."

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

Hermione felt bad after listening to Madam Pomfrey's explanation. As a double Muggle magic student, she certainly knew what metamorphosis was.

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

"Can't we use other methods? For example... using a saw or something?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head: "Painkillers can only be used to relieve pain in the muscles and skin, and your two corners are full of nerves and blood vessels. You can't stand that kind of severe pain."

"Then this potion............." Hermione looked at the potion in her hand, still with a face full of resistance.

"It only takes one night, Miss Granger, and this is Hogwarts. We have magic. Of course, we don't really turn you into liquid and reorganize. Destruction and reorganization are carried out at the same time. Relax." Madam Pomfrey comforted.

"Then..........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 her saliva 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 gently nodded: "Faint."