bacchusnovels Chapter 507 Physical Examination
Chapter 507 Physical Examination
Chapter 507 Physical Examination
Beauxbatons carriage.
The girl lay on the bed, her eyes vacant.
She didn't know how she got back here.
Everything is broken.
She only remembered waking up to find herself surrounded by professors and students, with Mrs. Maxim standing beside her, looking at her anxiously.
She heard someone whispering.
She felt those gazes fixed on her, filled with sympathy, pity, doubt, and inquiry, and even some indescribable meaning.
And she—could only sit there all alone.
What exactly happened?
Why... is her clothing like this?
She dared not think about it, yet she forced herself to, but no matter how hard she tried, all she could see in her mind was a blurry darkness, as if an invisible wall blocked all her memories, making it impossible for her to cross.
She didn't remember how she collapsed near the Forbidden Forest, nor where she went, who she met, or what she did.
All of this made her feel extremely uneasy.
There was a knock on the door, followed by Mrs. Maxim's voice.
"Hibiscus, are you awake?"
Furong snapped out of her daze and hurriedly straightened her clothes.
"Yes, Professor."
The door was slowly pushed open, and Madam Maxim walked in, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts school nurse.
"Fleur, Mrs. Pomfrey needs to give you a physical examination."
"Okay, Professor."
Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed, then opened the small box she always carried, took out a wand, and gently waved it.
"How are you feeling? Is there anything that's bothering you?"
Furong hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "I just... feel a little dizzy, but otherwise I don't feel anything special."
Madam Pomfrey nodded, then waved her wand and lightly tapped Fleur's temple, whispering a spell.
"Your physical condition is basically normal, but your memory has been severely interfered with. The spell of 'Oblivion' has been applied very deeply, and it may have also had some other mental effects," Madam Pomfrey said with some dissatisfaction. "This kind of spell should not be used casually, let alone on a witch who is still in school."
Furong lowered her head, twisting her fingers around the hem of her skirt, remaining silent.
"There's one more question..."
Mrs. Pomfrey paused, looking at her intently, her tone unusually softer.
"Your physical condition is normal, but... have you felt any discomfort, or... have you experienced any form of violation?"
The air suddenly became unusually stuffy.
Furong suddenly raised her head, and the color drained from her face instantly.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Mrs. Maxim, standing to the side, also focused her gaze on Fleur's face, observing her expression.
This was one of the most important reasons she summoned Mrs. Pomfrey.
Although Furong's appearance makes the answer obvious, but... maybe? Maybe Furong wasn't violated?
In any case, a professional should be consulted to examine it.
Whether it's physical conditioning or psychological comfort, both are things that must be done.
"I....
""
Furong's mind went blank.
she does not know.
She knows nothing.
What would happen if I were violated?
Thinking about this, sadness and confusion kept gathering in my heart.
"Miss Delacour, it's alright," Mrs. Pomfrey said softly. "Just treat it as a routine physical examination."
As she spoke, she looked at Mrs. Maxim behind her.
Mrs. Maxim understood, quietly left the room, closed the door, and gave the two of them a sufficiently secluded space.
At the same time, Furong trembled all over, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"It's okay, darling."
Mrs. Pomfrey moved closer and looked into Fleur's eyes.
"Take it slow, we're not in a rush. We can sit on the bed first, what do you think?"
Hearing the conversation inside the room, Mrs. Maxim outside the door quietly clenched her fist.
Never—
In her long career as a principal, she had never felt so angry and sad.
Inside the room, in the dim light, Furong curled up like a wounded little animal.
"...I don't know..." she finally murmured, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "I really..."
have no idea..."
Mrs. Pomfrey nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance from Fleur.
"It's okay, we'll take it one step at a time. Now, tell me your name, okay?"
This is a simple question.
When dealing with patients who are experiencing emotional breakdowns, the ability to patiently guide them and gradually build rapport is a skill that an excellent doctor should possess.
"Fu...Furong...Delacour," Furong said, trembling.
"Fleur," Madam Pomfrey said slowly, "I want you to trust me. You know, all these years at Hogwarts, I've been taking care of sick and injured students. Now, I just want to help you."
As she spoke, she extended her wand and waved it gently.
A small lamp in the room then turned on, its warm light enveloping the two of them.
"You can hold my hand," Mrs. Pomfrey said, extending her palm. "I'll always be by your side. No one can hurt you. It's safe here."
Furong stared at the outstretched hand.
An inexplicable force propelled her forward, little by little.
"Let me help you, Hibiscus."
Mrs. Pomfrey comforted her.
"Just lift your skirt a little bit, that way I can check if you're injured. Remember, I'm just doing a routine check-up, like the one you'd do if you had a cold or fever."
Furong gently placed her other hand on the hem of her skirt.
"Hibiscus, darling, you can do it."
"Take a deep breath and do as I say."
"Inhale...good...exhale...that's it. Slowly, step by step. You don't need to be afraid."
Furong never imagined that one day even lifting her skirt would become so difficult for her.
As her skirt slowly rose, her fingers trembled slightly, and her face flushed red, a mixture of shame and fear washing over her.
If... she meant if... she really was violated.
So what should she do?
From beginning to end, Furong never thought about this question.
When this question came to her mind, her first thought was...
"Take your time, there's no rush."
The hem of the skirt reached the top of her thighs.
Furong closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks.
But she didn't stop, continuing to lift her skirt up. The coolness gently brushed against her skin, and she felt that she was completely exposed to the light.
Mrs. Pomfrey leaned closer, her fingers gently examining the inside of Fleur's thighs.
"It might be a little chilly."
She gave a heads-up beforehand, then gently parted Hibiscus's legs.
One minute, two minutes...
The inspection lasted for an unknown period of time.
Suddenly, Mrs. Pomfrey stopped moving.
Fleur opened her eyes nervously and met Mrs. Pomfrey's gentle gaze.
"It's alright, Fleur." She gave a genuine smile. "You haven't been violated. There's no indication that anyone did that to you."
Furong was stunned; the whole world seemed to stand still before her.
No—was there any violation?
Her body trembled, and she stared wide-eyed at Madam Pomfrey, as if she couldn't understand the meaning of those words.
It didn't happen—the kind of thing she was afraid of?
Her mind went blank for a moment, and then she was overwhelmed by an indescribable shock and ecstasy.
"R-really?"
“Of course,” Mrs. Pomfrey helped her straighten her dress. “You’re just frightened, but otherwise perfectly safe. Now, let us cast a cleansing spell on you, and then have some hot tea, shall we?”
Safety...
A strong emotion welled up from the bottom of my heart.
Furong suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes quickly reddened, and tears welled up unexpectedly.
She thought she would cry horribly, sobbing like a desperate and helpless child, but in reality, she just trembled, tears streaming down her face.
"That's wonderful—" she choked out, "That's wonderful—that's wonderful—"
"Hibiscus!"
The door was suddenly pushed open, bringing with it a gust of wind.
Mrs. Maxim's tall figure appeared at the door, and when she saw Fleur's tearful face, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
really...
She knew it...
Mrs. Maxim walked quickly to the bedside, knelt down, and gently took Fleur's hand in hers.
"Furong, it's alright..."
"We're not participating in the Triwizard Tournament anymore, we're going back..."
"I will definitely put pressure on Fudge and Dumbledore to find that person..."
Furong was stunned for a moment. She was still immersed in shock and ecstasy and did not immediately understand what Mrs. Maxim meant.
But she saw the sorrow in the professor's eyes, the suppressed anger between her brows, and that hint of taken-for-granted misunderstanding—
She thought she was crying because she felt "insulted".
Fleur was startled and was about to explain when Madam Pomfrey stepped forward.
"Mrs. Maxim, Fleur has not been violated."
Mrs. Maxim was taken aback, her pupils contracting slightly, as if she hadn't heard clearly: "What?"
Mrs. Pomfrey nodded and repeated, "She is safe. There is no indication that anyone has done that to her."
The air froze for half a second.
Then, Mrs. Maxim abruptly straightened up, her previously heavy expression instantly relaxing, her lips slightly parted as if to confirm she hadn't misheard: "She—really—?"
Mrs. Pomfrey smiled gently: "Yes, she was not physically harmed."
The heavy pressure was suddenly lifted.
Mrs. Maxim, unusually, took a step back and let out a long breath, as if she had finally escaped from the abyss.
If that thing really happened...
That would completely change Furong's life.
Mrs. Maxim could not imagine the devastation that such a blow would inflict on Fleur.
She understood this girl, her pride and confidence, and her persistence and pride in herself.
If she really did experience that—then not only would her body be injured, but her soul would also be shattered.
She will be tormented by shame, consumed by gossip, trapped by her own fears, and become a person she doesn't even recognize.
Mrs. Maxim dared not think about it.
She had seen too many excellent witches in the magical world, but after experiencing certain events, they all fell into depravity.
Furong is not that kind of person, and she absolutely cannot be.
While Fleur and Mrs. Maxim were overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, two things were happening at Hogwarts Castle not far away.
Harry had a dream.
In the dark room, a faint fire flickered in the fireplace, illuminating the silhouette of a high-backed chair.
Harry couldn't see the person sitting in the chair; he could only hear their voice.
It looks somewhat familiar.
"Consider yourself lucky, Wormtail—"
Two dark shadows were moving around next to the chair.
A huge snake was slowly swimming, its cold scales rubbing against the carpet with a barely audible rustling sound.
The other figure was a short, bald man with an insect tail.
He was lying face down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, pale and trembling, sobbing intermittently, like a mouse trapped in a corner.
"You are very lucky to have gotten such an opportunity."
The voice continued.
"You can take his place and then work alongside Crouch—"
"Master!" Insect Tail knelt even lower, his voice trembling as if desperately trying to please, "Master, I—I'm so happy—I'm so sorry—"
"Nagini."
The voice suddenly changed its target, and the giant snake immediately raised its head, flicking its scarlet tongue.
"You're out of luck, I'm not going to feed you with an insect tail—but it's okay—there's always Harry Potter—"
The large snake hissed as if responding to its master, and slowly coiled its body, casting a shadow on the wall that made it appear even more terrifying.
Harry's heart started racing. He wanted to back away, but he found himself unable to move.
A sudden, burning pain shot through my forehead.
"Now, Wormtail," the voice continued, "perhaps I should remind you, I can't tolerate you making any more mistakes—"
The insect's tail twitched violently, and he looked up in horror, his face as pale as a dead man.
"Master—no—please—"
But there was no pity.
The tip of a magic wand protruded from the edge of the chair, pointing at the man on the ground.
"Extremely painful!"
The cold voice uttered those three words.
The next second, the insect's tail let out a heart-wrenching scream, its body convulsed wildly on the ground, and its limbs twitched like a dying insect.
The scream was sharp, terrifying, and filled with endless pain, as if every nerve was being burned by fire.
It poured into Harry's ears, and a sharp pain shot through his head. It felt as if his scars were being pierced by a sharp blade, and he couldn't help but scream out!
At that moment, fear gripped him.
Voldemort will hear you.
Voldemort will find him there.
He was spying on him, on something he shouldn't have been spying on—
A wave of pain washed over him, and Harry gasped sharply. His vision blurred violently; firelight, shadows, screams—everything became indistinct.
He woke up from a nightmare!
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