Harry’s attention stayed on Malfoy, trying to judge his reaction to the material as he flipped through it. It wasn’t Harry’s responsibility to ensure the quality of work conducted by emergency intake Healers a decade ago, but he still wanted to do good, and provide material of relevance.<br/>"Yeah," he breathed, softly. "I thought so."<br/>That had also been Harry’s conclusion when he had stormed up and out of the study earlier today. While Harry was still very satisfied with Malfoy’s work, it was going to take a lifetime to figure out if they were attempting to look into reasonings when they didn’t have every possible symptom available to them. Harry had, instead, decided to shoot with loose hail, to look wide and uncritical.<br/>"That’s everything St. Mungo’s has on me," he said, nodding towards the box. "Most of it is probably irrelevant. I’ve asked the DMLE to send over anything I’ve ever worked on, to see if anything jumps out."<br/>It was a massive undertaking he had asked of the DMLE, though their case work was meticulously organized. It came down to volume; over the years Harry had probably worked on close to a hundred cases at the Auror Department.<br/>“I was thinking to start with the cases where I’ve been injured,” he said, using the word<span style="font-style: italic">injured </span>quite loosely.<br/>Suddenly overcome with the workload related to that, especially doing so manually, made Harry lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees. In lieu of rubbing his eyes, Harry’s palms traced the lines of his undereye and cheeks. “Hence the medical journals. But I’ve got nothing better to do, so I might flip through every case.”