It was only Enola's potent spellwork that kept him sane, that reduced the black burning in his veins to background noise. She hadn't healed him, but she'd made his body avoid facing the pain, or as much of it as she could. Her Magic of Ignorance, as they'd come to dub it. If Harry didn't allow his body to know it was in pain, he wouldn't have to suffer so much from the feeling of it. It was a patch-up job, it would get him through the day.