Upon seeing Lys, the Ravenclaw girl greeted her, "I hope your progress in Runes isn't too fast; otherwise, I won't be able to keep up, haha."
Lys nodded in response, then waited for the professors to pronounce their verdict on her involvement in the fight.
The girl was stunned after learning the whole story—fighting openly in the corridor and even notifying the professors beforehand? How audacious...
Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn were still questioning the witnesses on the scene, hoping to determine the culprit.
Professor Flitwick glanced at Lys with slight confusion, his gaze touching upon the shattered alchemical decorations before hesitantly withdrawing.
That's not bad; this child didn't use that spell from the Black Lake to chill these boys to the core, truly...
Very good...
Meanwhile, Professor Babbling and the hospitalized girl began discussing the new Rune spell with Lys. Lys tried her best to explain the principles, goals, precautions, and final effects.
"There are still flaws; the power isn't strong enough, and this spell seems to be picky about wands and people. The effects vary greatly under different conditions. During my previous experiment, the wand with serpent nerve worked okay, but it still fell short of my expectations."
Then Lys sat by the hospital bed, listening to the professors analyze. The Maze represents confusion, requiring enough paths to be chosen, so the precise serpent nerve or some wood representing contradiction to a certain extent would suit this spell better.
The professor paused and added that if the Arithmancy teacher were involved, with sufficient magic, perhaps half the school wouldn't be able to escape his spell due to his powerful computational ability.
Lys almost applauded the professor in her heart. Obsessed geniuses always go further in a particular path.
Sitting there discussing the spell, Lys seemed like an outsider to the conflict.
She tried hard to divert her attention, not letting herself think about the varied gazes when people looked at her.
Lys should have been an outsider if it weren't for that stupid dog and the damned little rat. She would have just been watching the excitement.
Madam Pomfrey, after examining Sirius Black, only said his condition wasn't good. The swollen left arm was due to severe and numerous fractures, requiring Skele-Gro and an overnight stay.
Hearing this, Lys cast a questioning glance at Snape, who was being reprimanded for recklessness by Slughorn. How could he not win in a one-on-one fight with his spells? Where was that enviable learning ability, that enviable talent?
But for the sake of the robe, she wouldn't mock his incompetence.
Patting Gaben on her left shoulder, Lys nuzzled its head.
She planned to return to her dormitory soon. There were still things from Hogsmeade and that Greek guy that she hadn't studied yet. She needed to speed up the process; she had to solve the arm problem this year or next.
As for the afternoon's Care of Magical Creatures class, she believed Professor Slughorn would be willing to sign her a leave note, wouldn't he?
This incident was lightly handled by the heads of the two houses because they believed Flitwick was right. No one had the right to easily tear open someone else's scars and not allow any resistance.
Each house lost twenty points, the four involved were assigned a month's detention, Snape a week's detention, but Lys... had no detention.
After accepting the point deduction, she calmly walked back to her dormitory. The more she dismantled those bones, the angrier she became. She raised her wand and almost bombarded the bones in front of her into pieces. The loud noise in the dormitory even penetrated the walls and door to the common room.
Her anger was vented through the thunderous noise in the Slytherin common room.
By now, almost everyone in the common room knew about the corridor conflict.
And some nosy girls, covering their mouths with fans, whispered about that Stalys having a disgustingly crippled arm.
"Her arms aren't even the same length..."
The loud noise made them involuntarily glance over. The common rooms and dormitories of each house were among the most heavily protected places in the school, but to make such a loud noise...
Some people's faces turned ugly. This was a person with the last name Black. She claimed to be from Northern Europe, but everyone had heard about the previous Black family head's promiscuity. Who knew if she was a child from some illegitimate branch? If she sought recognition, wouldn't that add a significant boost to the Black family?
Regulus Black, who heard about this on the way, was almost sickened by his brother's stupidity. A powerful wizard acting so recklessly couldn't be taken down by a single sneak attack.
He was protected too well by the family, naively foolish!
Narcissa had already mentioned to their mother that there was doubt about this Slytherin girl's identity. One day, their mother would verify this.
Ignoring it was fine, but if she were recruited, his brother's actions would be pushing the hard-won support of the Black family away!
He couldn't understand why his brother, who grew up in the same house, harbored such malice towards the Black family.
Soon, Lys grew tired of the stares on her left arm during class breaks or when she occasionally appeared in public. Some even suggested she visit the infirmary.
Those whispers seemed to avoid Lys, yet somehow they reached her ears.
"No wonder I always thought she looked odd holding things..."
"I told you she punched me with her right hand last time! It turns out her left hand is crippled!"
"Ah! Wouldn't an arm like that be painful? Why doesn't she go to St. Mungo's Hospital?"
Those words and looks of pity, advice, disdain, and ridicule made Lys almost lose her appetite. At the entrance of the Great Hall, in front of half the school and the teachers, she cursed a Gryffindor girl.
The girl, who had been giggling at her arm, had her front teeth grow uncontrollably. Under the forceful magic, those teeth pierced through her lower lip, almost reaching her chest.
Then Lys received a ten-point deduction for Slytherin and the enmity of Gryffindor.
But it didn't matter; she could earn the points back in class. Gryffindor? Besides a few with brains, the rest were fools. Lys didn't care, or rather, she welcomed troublemakers. Fighting brought joy.
Lys had some questions about medical spells to ask Madam Pomfrey, but Pomfrey insisted on examining Lys's injuries.
Not the arm.
Pomfrey knew this child was extremely sensitive about her arm. When Babbling mentioned it, the child threw a huge fit, even blocking Sirius Black after class and giving him another beating.
When Minerva asked, it was the same. That time, Sirius Black was beaten so badly he had to stay in the infirmary for two days before he could leave.
But today, Madam Pomfrey learned from a Hufflepuff student who came to pick up a refreshing potion that Stalys Black had coughed up half a mouthful of blood during the fight.
However, detection magic didn't work well on Lys, so Pomfrey could only draw the curtains and examine the areas Lys pointed out as hit.
It wasn't serious, just bruising from magical collisions that were hard to remove. Lys had ignored them for days, letting them darken further, looking ghastly on her pale skin.
Madam Pomfrey sighed, giving Lys two bottles of ointment and a bottle of pain reliever, reaching out to pat Lys but couldn't find a suitable spot.
Patting her shoulder? Both shoulders had a big fat snake hanging on them. Patting her head? Lys was taller than Pomfrey, making head-patting awkward.
Finally, Pomfrey awkwardly retracted her hand and turned into her office. Lys thought it was over and she could leave, but at the infirmary door, Pomfrey called her back, stuffing a stack of books into her arms.
"These are medical books I've collected over the years. You can take a look. And... if you're interested, there's an interesting book called 'The Lancet,' given to me by a child from the Muggle world. If I remember correctly, you can take it. Just return it when you're done."
She hesitated, cautiously adding, "If you need anything, remember to come to me."
Lys's lips moved slightly, but she said nothing, turning to leave with the books floating behind her.
Leaving behind Madam Pomfrey, her gaze filled with concern.
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