The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

John had a long, long nightmare.

The dream had no specific content.

Some are just depressed and depressed.

It's like being on a 41-degree hot day without air conditioning. The whole person's spirit and body are in a depressed and steaming state.

It can't cool down, but it can't die from the heat in a short period of time. It's just stuck in it, which makes people almost crazy and makes them want to give up decadently.

Fortunately, this dream has an end.

As a noisy sound reached his ears, John slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw were several blurry figures.

They seemed very excited, and they crowded in front of John like crazy, crowding each other, and making more noise at the same time.

John frowned, squinted his eyes, trying to make his vision clearer, and made a dry sound at the same time.

"Michelle..."

"I'm here! John! I'm here!"

A familiar voice came, and a pair of small, soft hands grasped John's hand.

Immediately, the whole world became clear and bright.

"Okay! Everyone, get out of the way! Don't surround John. Do you want him to faint again?"

Madam Pomfrey shouted away Harry, Ron and Hermione, but Michelle was still lying on the edge of John's bed - John held her hand firmly and refused to let her leave.

Madam Pomfrey did not force Michelle to leave.

She stepped forward and opened John's eyelids, observed the pupils for a while, and then said:

"how do you feel?"

John didn't speak, just shook his head.

"You have been in a coma for a whole week. I judge that you have suffered some serious stimulation, which is serious enough to cause damage to your mind. You were able to live like a normal person before, and it was completely triggered by the body's self-protection. mechanism.”

Madam Pomfrey changed her previous rough tone and said softly, "This kind of situation is very common in St. Mungo's. Wizards often cast spells incorrectly and similar situations occur. We have a complete set of treatment procedures that can be used. So you can rest assured that I will cure you. But before that, I want to say..."

Madam Pomfrey hesitated to speak.

She gave John a bottle of recovery potion and then slowly exited the ward.

John didn't ask about his situation.

He closed his eyes.

Restoration potions work at a much faster rate than usual thanks to the 'chew' ability.

This brought energy to John's body.

When he opened his eyes again a few minutes later, except that his body was still a little weak, his mental state was much better.

At least, he can think like usual now.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey also walked in again with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's breathing was a little quick, as if he had come in a hurry.

The moment he saw John, a smile flashed across his face.

"Good afternoon, John."

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then sat on a low chair next to John's bed and continued:

"Madam Pomfrey told me about your situation. There is a question she feels she must ask, because the answer may be helpful in treating you. But if this question is not asked well, it may re-irritate you. So...she gave me this difficult task.

It is my duty as the Headmaster of Hogwarts to take over tasks that the staff find too difficult and help students solve their problems.

But before I ask, I also want to hear your opinion.

John, do you think I should ask you? "

"Ask, Professor Dumbledore, I don't mind."

John said softly.

After hearing this, Dumbledore took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Okay, so John, can you tell me what you saw in that mirror later?"

As soon as he said this, John's eyes froze at first, and then quickly became confused.

After several seconds, he shook his head and said:

"I forgot."

"forget?"

"Yeah, I don't remember anything."

John smiled bitterly and shook his head when he said this.

He wasn't lying, but he really didn't remember.

Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey looked at each other as if communicating, then quickly looked at John and smiled:

"This is also good news, because it means that your human body's self-protection mechanism... Is that what you think? Well, anyway, your mental problems have temporarily repaired themselves. As long as you no longer receive any stimulation in a short period of time, , nothing will happen, everything will be the same as usual.

Of course, Madam Pomfrey will continue to treat you.I believe she just said that your situation is not particularly serious. "

Hearing this, John looked at Madam Pomfrey.

The latter smiled and nodded.

"The formal treatment will start soon, and your body also needs to be recuperated." Dumbledore continued, "In this case, I will not disturb your rest."

After saying this, Dumbledore stood up and walked out of the ward.

And when he was about to leave the ward, he suddenly turned back, winked at John and said:

"Even though Severus warned me not to tell you, I have to say... He's been visiting you many times this week. And, of course, your roommates and friends. They've brought you The gift is just there."

John looked in the direction Dumbledore pointed, and sure enough he saw a lot of candies and snacks.

Seeing this, John also smiled.

He had no choice but to imagine Snape sneaking over to see him, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Just as John was thinking about it, Draco and others hurried in after hearing the news.

Harry's trio came in with them.

As soon as they entered, they quickly started a fierce and childish debate centered on John.

From time to time, he would say "John!" to John!Are you right? ', trying to gain support from John.

Faced with these problems, John would definitely ignore them.

At the moment he was coaxing Michelle.

The news of John's sudden coma shocked the little girl. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried more than once.

Finally, at the expense of the pile of 'symbols' beside him, John persuaded her to go back to the dormitory to rest - she was already very tired during this time.

After completing this task, John was no longer polite and called Madam Pomfrey to drive out the noisy Harry, Draco and others.

At this point, his ward finally became quiet.

John closed his eyes again.

But this time he did not fall asleep, because he knew that he still had a guest who had not come yet.

Facing this guest, he also had to be mentally alert and think of a perfect countermeasure.

Time passed little by little, and the sky outside slowly turned dark.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that a black figure quietly sneaked into the ward.

"What did you find in that abandoned classroom?"

The black figure asked eagerly.

John sat up and held out his hand silently.

Seeing this, the black figure's breathing became a little faster.

But in the end, he threw a teardrop-shaped vial containing orange-gold potion into John's hand.

John took the medicine bottle and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:

"Professor Quirrell, you were probably the one who introduced the trolls to Hogwarts that night, right?"

As soon as he said this, the shadow man Quirrell's face froze, and he subconsciously took out his wand.