Ernie sighed at the tale. The war was long over, so why did people feel they could use Unforgivables? He didn't care how annoying the mother-in-law was, there were always other options. "He was a twat, you mean," he said, trying for humour. It was the best cure of all after all.
"So, it looks like some bruised ribs, general bruises, and a small concussion, all of which are easily healable. I can weave the charms here and send you home with a draught to do the rest of the work while you sleep. You'll need to stay seated for a few more minutes, but you can still talk. I promise I'll keep you entertained." He grinned then set to getting the charms woven around Harry.
"So, aside from falling victim to stray octagenarians, how is the world of Harry Potter?"