Chapter 196: The Strange Shop

Chapter 196: The Strange Shop

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Chapter 196: The Strange Shop

"Harry!" Daphne wanted to run to his side but wasn't sure if entering the magical circle would make things worse.

"W-wand...." Harry said with difficulty as he tried to stand up.

"Your wand?....hold on, I think it was over here." She hurried to his pile of clothes where she recalled him leaving his wand holster.

Harry let out some painful noises before more blood came out of his mouth and nose.

'What is this?!. It's like my entire body is rejecting the magic from the ritual...and destroying itself in the process.' He could feel his muscles trying to tear themselves apart and his organs starting to fail.

He was dying...and very quickly.

"Here!" Daphne came back with the wand but stopped at the edge of the circle.

Harry did not have the vocal capacity to explain to her that once the ritual was over, it didn't matter if she entered the circle.

So, with a lot of difficulty, he took a few steps closer to her.

When he was about to reach her, his legs gave up, and Daphne had to grab him and hold him up.

"Harry, what happened?!, did something go wrong with the ritual?...should I go call Madam Pomfrey?" Daphne stammered nervously while trying her best not to let him fall.

Harry managed to stabilize himself a bit and placed an arm over her shoulders to avoid falling. "W...wand..."

Daphne hurried to place the wand in his free hand.

'Madam Pomfrey would not be able to save me...and neither would Saint Mungo's...I have a few minutes left at best.'

There were only two persons he thought could have a chance to save him. And only one of them was in the British Isles.

"But..." Her eyes went back to Harry. If this woman was not a healer... then why did they come here?

"Mo...." Harry clenched his teeth and tried to ignore as much of the pain as he could. He had very little time, and now he had to convince this difficult woman to save him. He could only think of one way to accomplish that.

"Mo?" The woman asked. Her eyes gained a slight shine as she gazed at Harry.

"Morgana." Harry finally said.

Her expression immediately changed from mild curiosity to anger.

A large wooden staff appeared in her hand and was pointed at Harry.

"Where did you learn that name?!"

Harry's answer came in the form of vomiting more blood on her shop's floor. He was completely pale now.

Daphne looked at this woman. "My Lady, please. If you can't save him... he is going to..." Tears fell across her face.

Harry lifted his face and looked at the older woman. "Morgana... pact... ritual..." He then collapsed.

"Harry!" Daphne cried.

The woman walked to one of the shelves and took a flask before walking next to Harry.

She used her staff to flip him over. Then, she opened his mouth and dunked the entire flask down his throat.

Daphne saw some of the liquid spilling from his lips and gasped loudly.

"Are you giving him blood?"

"Unicorn blood... this will keep him alive until I find how to save him. But..."

Her eyes moved to Daphne. "He better have a good explanation once he recovers... or I'm killing both of you."

The door of the shop closed by itself with a loud 'bamf' noise.

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