"Mr. Filch, you just said..."

"The parents of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are fighting—uh, what does that mean?"

Madam Pomfrey blinked in confusion, waving her wand gently at the panting caretaker.

"Oh, no need to rush, you can speak slowly—"

With a flicker, Filch's breathing quickly stabilized.

A gentle warmth flowed silently through him, and the soreness in his legs quickly melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

"Huh? Thank you, Madam Pomfrey—"

"Well, you should thank Professor Apocalis, he shared it with the Hogwarts Hospital Wing."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head gently, smiling gratefully and admiringly at the old wizard beside her.

One thing had to be admitted, compared to the British wizarding world, which focused more on potions and healing spells, Professor Apocalis's healing magic was simply too exquisite.

After nearly two years of working together, Madam Pomfrey was already adept at casting some simple auxiliary spells to relieve daily fatigue and pain.

Strictly speaking, these spells were not very profound skills, but they were exceptionally ingenious—the most important point was that they were all undocumented "special" spells.

Having worked at Hogwarts for most of her life, Madam Pomfrey was well aware of the huge gap between "simple spells" and "creating simple spells."

"Just a few insignificant tricks, nothing to thank me for—"

Grindelwald said calmly, turning to look at Filch, a thoughtful glimmer in his eyes.

"You said the parents are fighting—do you mean, adult wizards are drawing their wands and engaging in a melee?"

"What about the professors from those two houses? Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Sirius, Lupin... oh, Lockhart isn't there..."

"With so many professors present, a fierce battle could still break out, even requiring you to come to the Hogwarts Hospital Wing for help?"

As the old Dark Lord who once dominated and almost unified the European wizarding world, Grindelwald immediately realized the oddity.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was unlike any other place, and its order and stability were rare throughout the world.

Perhaps Aileen might occasionally cause some small troubles, but overall, they were mostly harmless student conflicts.

In Grindelwald's eyes, the conflicts between underage wizards were as harmless and adorable as kittens.

However, the situation above was clearly different...

"The professors are trying their best to persuade, but the conflict between the parents is too intense..."

Argus Filch explained with a grim face. As a Squib with almost no magic, he was not even as safe as Mrs. Norris.

In fact, not to mention him, even Professor McGonagall didn't dare directly intervene in the parents' magical brawl.

The two houses combined had at least three or four hundred adult wizards, and more importantly, just like their children, most of the parents were from the same house.

"Professor Apocalis, Madam Pomfrey—no time to explain."

Argus Filch didn't explain further, looking anxiously at the two wizards in the hospital wing.

"Professor Dumbledore is not here now, and Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor... this situation may have to be handled by you."

"Yes, I understand. We'll quickly pack some potions and go see what's happening."

Madam Pomfrey nodded quickly and decisively stood up, waving her wand to summon a pile of bottles and jars.

Since the large-scale campus conflicts some time ago, the emergency treatment reserves in the hospital wing had increased by more than one level.

Grindelwald also drew his wand and waved it gently towards the corner of the room.

With his movement, dozens of rolls of cloth and wooden sticks quickly assembled to form a dozen simple temporary stretchers floating quietly behind them.

"...Then prepare some temporary stretchers, I suspect some people may need to be carried to the hospital wing for bed rest."

"You're right, I saw that some of them were injured quite seriously..."

Filch looked at the two people in the hospital wing, clearly dividing the work, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Okay, then I'll go first—thank goodness I was able to find both of you in the hospital wing at the same time."

Like Dumbledore, a pillar of support, these two wizards were probably the most trustworthy people in the school today.

Whether it was Madam Pomfrey or Professor Apocalis, both of them possessed some kind of magical power that made people feel at ease.

"Huh? Aren't you coming up with us?"

Madam Pomfrey paused, asking in confusion.

"I thought..."

"No, I have to go to the Hufflepuff common room."

Filch shook his head, frowning and looking around, saying with some annoyance.

"I don't know what's going on today, all the ghosts, portraits, and house-elves have disappeared."

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Not good!