HP Star Shining

"What do you think? Do you want to reconsider it?" Flint said something that asked her to think about it, but his hands were getting stronger and stronger, as if he was waiting for her to beg for mercy in embarrassment.

The arm that was pinched was shaking more and more violently. The sequelae of the Concentrating Spell had not been completely eliminated. In addition, Su Xingchen was small in stature, and his thin arms and legs were completely unable to compete with Flint who was playing Quidditch.

"Let... go!" Her face became paler and paler, and even if she used her other hand, she couldn't pry open the big hand that was like an eagle's claw.

"Have you considered it?"

"Think beautifully!"

"Really?" Flint exerted more force with his hand.

“…” Su Xingchen gritted his teeth, almost screaming in pain, and almost couldn’t hold the wand in his hand.

The weapon cannot be dropped; it's an obsession ingrained in his blood. But now that he's restrained, the wand is useless.

There was no other way. Su Xingchen planned to use her water needle to attack Zafrint, and then take the opportunity to escape. Even if she would be exposed and suffer a backlash, she couldn't always be so passive.

She stopped trying to pry Flint's hand apart and pretended to let her other arm hang down limply.

"Collapse!"

Just as he was about to make a secret gesture, Flint suddenly flew out like a bludger that was hit, hit the pillar of the corridor, and fell into the lush flower bed without a sound.

Su Xingchen, who was suddenly freed from his shackles, was almost knocked to the ground by the flying Flint.

Cedric rushed down the stairs and ran towards this side. The airflow caused by the hem of his robe scared away the petals that extended out of the road.

He came to the little girl and clearly saw her pale little face and the abnormal trembling of her right hand holding the wand.

"Cedric..." Su Xingchen pursed her lips again and again, looking like she was about to cry, and her trembling voice was filled with obvious tears.

If you want to cry but can’t, you will give people the impression that you are a crybaby.

She looked down at her arm; it must have been badly damaged. It had to be said that Quidditch players were as strong as bulls.

But as soon as his hand touched it, he couldn't help but let out a "hiss", and the place where he was freed from the restraints became even more painful.

"Don't move." Cedric stopped him in a deep voice. If you listened carefully, you would find that the cracks in his voice were finer than the patterns on the floor tiles. "Let me take a look."

After Su Xingchen nodded, he carefully began to roll up his sleeves. Even with his slightest movements, he could hear the little girl's occasional low gasps.

As the sleeves were turned up, clearly visible fingerprints appeared on the forearm, and purple bruises spread out from the five dots in the center.

The disaster on the snow-white skin pierced Cedric's eyes deeply, making his gray pupils darker. "Does it hurt?"

This question seemed to be pressed tightly between the lips and teeth, in the crushed throat, so calm that it was difficult for people to easily detect the pity contained in it.

Su Xingchen sniffed and said stubbornly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."

Cedric's gaze shifted from his arm to her face.

Little liar.

She may not know that her red eyes and the look of trying hard not to cry are even more heartbreaking.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"Then he..." Su Xingchen looked at the scattered flower beds not far away.

"I'll take care of it." Cedric's expression was cold, but then he softened towards her and coaxed her, "I'll take you to the hospital first, be good."

Humans are really peculiar creatures. They can face difficulties and resist harm alone, but they will be broken by a simple word of concern.

The words that sounded like coaxing a child made Su Xingchen's mouth turn down uncontrollably again.

"I don't want to go to the hospital," she said in a muffled voice.

She was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would find that her hand was still shaking after she healed her and would keep her in the hospital for observation. She was still frightened by what had just happened and didn't want to be left alone in an empty ward.

Su Xingchen had never been treated like this before. Being threatened and intimidated by his own kind was a completely different feeling from facing a monster.

Cedric frowned, and the thin little girl looked aggrieved, but her resistance to the hospital was also visibly evident.

Thinking that she is timid, she might be afraid to stay in the hospital alone.

It wasn't necessary to go, but I felt more at ease going to the hospital.

"Do you still have the ointment?" Cedric relented and stopped insisting.

"Yes." Su Xingchen nodded hurriedly.

"Apply the medicine first, then I'll take you back to Gryffindor."

This suggestion is acceptable.

Su Xingchen reached into her pocket with her left hand as usual and pretended to take it out. At the same time, she was secretly glad that the little furball had gone to play with Crookshanks today and was not in her right pocket, otherwise she didn't know if it would have been hurt.

Cedric didn't expect the little girl to carry it with her. After taking it and unscrewing the lid, he suddenly understood the reason. The whole box was almost empty.

"I didn't expect you to be so lively," he quipped as he dug out the ointment.

"Hehe." Cedric's words made Su Xingchen feel like a wild monkey. She was so quiet and ladylike, okay?

Actually, Bill used a lot of it on his wound last time, but it’s hard to explain, so I can only admit it myself.

Moreover, she was planning to wipe it herself, but she didn't expect Cedric to take it directly.

Never mind, having someone to help is definitely more convenient than just a hand.

Seeing that the bottle was empty, she couldn't help but ask, "Where did you buy this ointment? I haven't seen it in Diagon Alley."

Cedric lowered his head and concentrated on applying the medicine to her. "They're not sold outside."

At this moment, Su Xingchen wanted to slap himself, saying that he was greedy and that he talked too much.

"Ha... then was it not good for me to take it away last time?"

"It's not bad. I'll give it to you next time."

"Didn't you say it wasn't sold?"

Cedric glanced at her and continued applying the medicine without saying a word.

Su Xingchen felt that her brain might have been scared silly by Marcus Flint, and she said such stupid things.

It might be Digory's family's secret recipe, or a gift from a pharmacist friend. Just because it's not for sale doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Thank you." She smiled awkwardly.

It's so embarrassing. I really want to die.

"By the way, what happened just now?" Cedric asked as he applied the medicine, his fingers running across the almost black bruises on the little girl's arm, and the color of his pupils became darker.

"I don't know what this Flint suddenly went crazy for. He came over and asked me to be his girlfriend and threatened me if I didn't agree..." Su Xingchen was full of anger, and it was rare for someone to let her down her guard, so she blurted out everything like beans from a bamboo tube.

Cedric thought back to the scene he had just encountered.

Marcus Flint, he remembered.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to the courtyard after class. They knew that Su Xingchen liked to come here to bask in the sun and wait for them to finish class when the weather was fine.

As they got closer, they saw Cedric. When they got closer, they could clearly see the scars on Su Xingchen's hands that had not yet healed.

Three people came running over quickly.