As he ran past aurors who had started to run down to the stage, Harry called, "If Maxime interferes again, stun the stupid bitch!"
The auror didn't even respond, but Harry saw the red of a stunner fly just past him and heard someone heavy crash to the ground not far behind as he continued to run after the medi-wizard.
Fitter and not carrying a load, Harry was able to pass him and reach the tent, first. He immediately flicked up and held the tent flap out of the way, so Robinson was not slowed down in his race to get the girl onto one of his portable beds.
As soon as he was inside, Harry hurried across to the bed. "She'll still have water in her lungs. Do you have a charm that will force her to cough, even though she's unconscious?"
"Yes," snapped Robinson, before he cast just that spell on Delacour's throat. "Excreo!"
Moments later, Delacour was coughing. And managed to cough up even more water. Not a lot, but sufficient to show Harry was right.
Snapping his wand away, she stopped coughing and moaned.
He then whirled away to his mobile potions cabinet and quickly pulled two out before turning back.
"Hold her still!" he snapped. And Harry was quick to obey by the simple expedient of throwing his body over her and holding her in place.
With another cast on the girl's throat, a swallowing charm this time, Robinson gently poured both potions in her mouth, one at a time.
Harry recognised a mild healing and a Pepper-Up potion.
"Release her!" Robinson demanded. And Harry was just as quick to hop off.
Stepping back Robinson began to cast a series of health detection charms, similar to the ones Andi had cast on him a few times. Then let out an explosive sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Harry had looked up to see Bones standing in the tent just inside the tent flap and watching. She had a grim and determined look on her face.
Robinson quietly muttered, "She's going to live."
That's when Harry heard a female voice with a French accent in distress, "Let me in, sil vous plait! Zat eez my daught-air in zere!"
Bones immediately stepped to one side and flicked the tent flap aside. She took one look and barked, "Let her through!"
Then a woman that was clearly Delacour's mother hurried in, stopped for a bare moment to look and hurried over to take her daughter's hand.
"Guérisseur?" she querulously asked. "I mean, 'Ealer? 'Ow eez she?"
"She will live," replied Robinson. "You can thank Lord Potter for that. Both for his very quick action and alerting me to the fact your daughter is Veela."
Moments later, Harry found himself grabbed and pulled into a near bone-crushing hug before she pulled back and kissed him on both cheeks. Then, again pulling him into a short bone-crushing hug.
When she released him the second time she cried, "Zank 'ou! Zank 'ou! Pour la vie de ma fille!"
"Errr..." he stuttered. "You're... welcome?"
Once the clearly upset woman, Veela, released him he quietly stepped away, walked over to Bones and said, "Hell of a day."
She just smirked back and said, "I should ask you to give a statement of what part you played in this incident. However, I watched the whole bloody thing, myself. So, let's just say you did and I find no fault with you or your actions."
He smirked back and said, "I'd best get back out there."
"Why?" she asked. "Your Task is done."
"Public relations," he replied. "A couple hundred people just witnessed what they thought was a girl drown. Most of them, children. It's best it comes from me, so I'll go out and calmly tell them she's going to be alright."
She gave a nod and said, "Follow me, then. I'll lead you back. Quite a crowd has formed outside."
"Nosy bastards," he muttered.
"You can't really blame them," she said.
He gave her a look. "Why not? Is someone forcing them to be nosy bastards?"
After a long moment she muttered, "Point."
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After 'blazing' a path through the couple dozen people who had gathered outside the tent to find out what was going on, through the simple expedient of threatening to arrest anyone who got in the way or interfered, Madam Bones led him back to the stage.
As everyone demanded answers, Harry just kept saying, "If you want answers to your questions, return to your seats." Over and over.
As he remounted the stage, Harry was thankful to find his broom still hovering right where he'd left it when he'd tossed it aside. He re-cast his Sonorus.
"Right!" he snapped. "If you want to know what's going on, I will tell you nothing until you've returned to your seats and settled down."
Then he cancelled the Sonorus, crossed his arms with his feet braced a shoulder-width apart and just stared at them all.
No matter how many yelled at him to tell them, he just stood there for a long few seconds before he recast the Sonorus and said, "Your demands mean nothing to me. If you want answers, sit down, shut up and wait. You will have your answers once everyone returns to their seats and not a second before!"
Then pulled his wand away, recrossed his arms and waited.
Eventually, they complied enough for him to answer.
Raising his wand again, he said, "Better! It appears you're capable of learning, after all.
"Miss Fleur Delacour, is currently still unconscious. This is a good thing. It means she's currently alright.
"As for what happened, from the marks and deep claw marks on her legs, arms and face it appears she was attacked by grindylows. Miss Delacour entered the water with a Bubblehead charm. From that, together with the scratch marks on her face, it appears the grindylows ripped it away while she was deep underwater.
"When she appeared, floating on the surface, her lungs were full of water, this would normally mean she had drowned. However, after clearing her lungs of said water, Journeyman Healer Robinson was able to save her life.
"I have no idea which numpty twit came up with the idea of using the lake in this, the Second Task, in bloody February of all times, probably the month when the lake is at its coldest; but they should have... at the very least... had watchers under the water to keep an eye on the competitors to ensure their safety. This incident was completely preventable. This incident was completely avoidable.
"Shame on you! Stop proving your incompetence and start bloody thinking, for a change! You, whoever you are, should now be down on your knees and thanking your lucky stars that young woman's blood is not on your hands!"
"Quietus!" Then he grabbed his broom and stormed off the stage to silence.
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