After a flurry of frantic activity, Madam Pomfrey finally concluded hours of treatment on Harry, managing to stabilize his vital signs.
Stains of potion still lingered on her hands, and her brow remained deeply furrowed, clearly still troubled by lingering doubts.
Cedric Diggory sat by the bedside, watching Harry’s pale face without moving, unmasked concern shining in his eyes. He had spent the entire midday here, even having classmates ask for leave for his afternoon classes, solely to watch over the boy on the bed.
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