Livia looked at Professor McGonagall and saw her nod in return, evidently agreeing with what the young wizard had said.
"Very well, please be advised, I am about to cease the spell."
The green healing beam extending to Dumbledore on the hospital bed disconnected.
Following that, Healer Livia, along with Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall, left the ward.
"Begin the treatment!" Hermione said with a grave expression.
Harvey's expression was solemn. From the spatial bag in his pocket, he pulled out the Wand of Watoomb and a thumb-sized piece of dragon bone.
Casting a Levitation Charm, he controlled the piece of dragon bone to hover two inches above Dumbledore's head.
Then, he aimed the pre-charged Wand of Watoomb at Dumbledore on the bed.
Channeling his magic.
A mysterious, dark red beam of light shot from the tip of the wand, flying straight into Dumbledore.
Harvey could sense that the white-bearded old man's life aura was gradually stabilizing, and his breathing was growing stronger.
Dividing his focus, he continued to channel the healing energy while simultaneously using his magic to crush the dragon bone.
As the dragon bone let out a series of cracking, shattering sounds, a rich surge of life energy rushed smoothly into Dumbledore's aged body.
Visible to the naked eye, Dumbledore's white beard rapidly turned black, the age spots and wrinkles on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked decades younger!
"Merlin's beard! Professor Dumbledore has actually grown younger?" Hermione couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
Clearly, Harvey's two-pronged treatment method was highly effective.
Ten minutes passed.
The magical energy within the Wand of Watoomb was completely depleted, and the life energy the dragon bone had melted into was entirely absorbed by Dumbledore.
Having been too nervous to speak loudly throughout the entire process, Hermione tugged at the hem of Harvey's clothes and asked cautiously, "Why hasn't Headmaster Dumbledore woken up yet?"
Harvey stared at the steadily breathing white-bearded old man for a moment, then tentatively cast the "Rennervate" spell.
The effect of the Reviving Spell was immediate.
The white-bearded old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. "Phew... is this the world of the dead?"
Seeing Dumbledore awake, Hermione said with a face full of joy, "No, Headmaster, this is a ward in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Your injuries have been healed!"
Hearing this, Dumbledore slowly turned his head. Seeing his two students, Harvey and Hermione, he said with great relief, "Was it you two who saved this old man?"
Harvey waved his hand with a look of modesty, saying, "It was merely lifting a finger, nothing worth mentioning. After all, I promised to cure you. Headmaster, how are you feeling right now?"
Dumbledore raised his hands to look at them, unable to help but be moved. "My hands... have grown younger?"
Harvey smiled and explained, "The feeling of regaining your youth isn't bad, right? White-bearded old man, the heavy responsibility of protecting the students of Hogwarts rests with you from now on."
If one can live, no one truly wants to die.
Even though the open-minded Dumbledore was previously willing to accept the arrival of death.
But experiencing this vibrant, youthful body, he still said with immense gratitude:
"Thank you, Mr. Ferguson. It is my honor to have such an outstanding student as you..."
"Stop right there!" Harvey quickly interrupted. "Skip the flattery. Voldemort just sacked Gringotts last week. Do you have any ideas on how to deal with it?"
"The wise and intelligent... Black-bearded Headmaster?"
The title 'white-bearded old man' was no longer appropriate, so Harvey came up with a new one on the fly.
Speaking of his other student, Tom Riddle, Dumbledore felt a complex mix of emotions. "Tom was once an extremely outstanding student as well, but alas, he strayed down the wrong path."
At that moment, Professor McGonagall and the others, who had been waiting anxiously outside the ward, heard the faint sound of conversation coming from within.
Professor McGonagall hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in.
"Good heavens! Headmaster Dumbledore, you're awake? And you've become... more handsome?"
Seeing the younger version of Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall stumbled over her words for a second, ultimately only able to use the word 'handsome' to describe the Headmaster's current appearance.
"Haha, am I very handsome now?"
Dumbledore almost wanted to look in a mirror to see exactly how handsome he looked, to actually make Professor McGonagall use the word 'handsome'.
Professor Pomona Sprout had a look of shock on her face. "Headmaster, your current appearance is as charming as Gilderoy Lockhart once was."
She couldn't even imagine what Dumbledore had been through; not only were his injuries healed, but his appearance had grown decades younger.
Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harvey, her eyes full of gratitude.
"Mr. Ferguson, thank you for healing Headmaster Dumbledore. It is equivalent to saving the future of the wizarding world!"
Dumbledore shook his head and laughed. "I am already old. The future should belong to young people like Mr. Ferguson and Miss Granger."
Hearing himself being praised again, Harvey shivered and hurriedly retorted, "No, no, no, the future should belong to Harry Potter. He's the Savior, after all..."
"You could be the Savior as well, Mr. Ferguson."
"No, I am not!"
"You could be..."
The ward was filled with joyous laughter and cheerful voices.
That afternoon, Headmaster Dumbledore was discharged from the hospital.
This astonishing news swept through the entire wizarding world like a hurricane in an instant.
A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.
When the Death Eaters heard that the White Lord Dumbledore, who was supposed to be dead, had actually lived to see a second life...
They were so terrified that they hastily halted all attack plans, temporarily retreating behind the scenes to observe the situation.
And when Voldemort heard that his nemesis Dumbledore was not dead, he also vanished without a trace for a period of time.
When Voldemort went to ground again, turning into a rat hiding in the gutters, Harvey had no way of dealing with him for the time being.
After keeping Hermione company at Hogwarts for a few days, Harvey suddenly remembered that the physique-enhancing potion needed to be perfected.
Harvey hurriedly took a piece of dragon bone and paid a visit to Professor Snape.
That afternoon, Professor Snape had just walked out of the Potions classroom with a stern face, still muttering about how incredibly stupid the third-year students were, when Harvey blocked his path.
"Mr. Ferguson, I hear you ultimately chose Hermione Granger? The notorious playboy of Hogwarts has actually repented and turned back to the shore. How rare!"
The old bat's teasing made Harvey's face flush with embarrassment. How did this news spread across the entire school?
Could Hermione have spread it on purpose?
How was he supposed to have heart-to-heart talks with pretty underclassmen from now on?
Remembering his actual business, Harvey shook his head and said, "Professor, I'd like to ask for your advice on how to perfect the side effects of a new type of potion."
"Oh?" Snape was highly skeptical. "With your level of potion brewing, you can actually research a new potion recipe?"
"Professor, don't look down on people. I read your notes back in the day; the Half-Blood Prince's notes greatly improved my potion-making skills."
Harvey deliberately brought up the old bat's embarrassing past as a counterattack.
Snape's face turned black. "Come with me to my office. I'd like to properly see just what kind of new potion the famous playboy has managed to research."
Harvey followed the old bat's footsteps, while issuing a vicious threat: "Don't mention the playboy thing again... unless you want copies of the Half-Blood Prince's notes distributed to everyone!"