Forget

When Harry woke up, he was already lying on the hospital bed.His headache felt like it was going to explode.In his six years of Quidditch career, this was the first time he was hit by a Bludger and fell off his broom, and it was also dropped by a Bludger drawn by his team's goalkeeper.It's no longer a mistake, it's a disgrace.

"Thank you for coming with me." Ron said with a smile. "I'll be discharged today though. You may have to stay for a few more days."

"what happened?"

"The skull is shattered." Madam Pomfrey hurried over and pushed Harry down again who was about to struggle to get up. "But it's not a big deal, I can cure it. But you have to live for at least a week, take it easy, and don't use too much force."

"I don't want to be hospitalized." Harry almost gritted his teeth. "I'm going to kill McLaggen."

"No, this is excessive force." Madam Pomfrey threatened him. "If you don't want to be obedient again, I'll call the principal over."

Finally, under Harry's repeated assurance that he would not carry out the murder plan for the time being, Madam Pomfrey hurried back to the office.Harry fell back on the pillow, furious. "I wonder how much we lost."

"I know.—Professor McGonagall's voice is very piercing," said Ron. "The final score was 320 to [-]."

"Excellent." Harry's eyes were red with anger. "I don't think Gryffindor would have had such a wonderful score without a keeper. When I find McLaggen—"

"I'm afraid there are already many people on the way to kill him before you." Ron said gloatingly. "Gryffindors rarely have someone who can make everyone unhappy."

"And I hope Luna will explain it in the future." Ron's voice trembled with laughter. "She's a genius, really, and the nouns she invented are, I bet, far more interesting than the original ones."

But Harry was still in a rage.Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him leave the bed, so he just stared at the ceiling angrily.What happened on the Quidditch field and the various situations where he met Malfoy who went on a "date" were replayed back and forth in his mind, and he couldn't help but say it: "I saw Malfoy before the game. Luckily, I was with two low-grade girls, and I didn't seem to know where I was going to take them. The two girls didn't seem very happy... I wish I had followed him at that time, I would have known how bad this game was... ..."

"Don't be stupid, you can't slip away from the Quidditch match, you're the captain." Ron interrupted him directly. "I'm rather surprised that Malfoy quit the team this year—I mean, he was so crazy about Quidditch before."

"You don't think that's reasonable, do you? He must be doing something, I just want to know what he's up to," said Harry. "Maybe you guys think I'm making a big deal out of it, but..."

"Yes, we do think so." Ron looked at him like a monster. "Don't you think so? It's been a long time, and your daily topic is Malfoy, which is not normal. Both Hermione and I feel that you seem to be more interested in Malfoy than Snape .Remember when you suspected Snape of stealing the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade? Back then you talked about Snape every day, and Hermione and I thought nothing worse had happened until this year. Not every day, Malfoy is almost in every word. He seems to be more attractive to you than Cho Chang - honestly, you seem to be obsessed with him."

"...you're exaggerating," Harry argued. "I really just want to know what he wants to do. Voldemort is back, didn't you think Malfoy might, might join the Death Eaters?"

"I'm just saying it's possible. Besides, we usually tease Malfoy and his followers a lot, and I haven't seen you being so concerned." Ron stood up and was about to leave. "But you'd better heal your wounds before going to save the world. I'm leaving, and dinner will start in a while."

**

After Ron left, Harry was left alone in the ward.Even Madam Pomfrey gave him the sick meal and went to the auditorium to eat by herself.No one will visit the sick at dinner time.So in Harry's view, the world was finally quiet.

—although quietness is definitely not something to be happy about for an enthusiastic Gryffindor.Harry wished very much that someone, or not, could make some noise by now, including Peeves.

His wish soon came true, although it wasn't Peeves who came.

Harry looked at the man standing over the hospital bed in frustration.His figure is thinner and slender, and his blond hair is not as tight as it was when he was a child. The setting sun shone in from the window and fell on his hair, as if it had coated him with a soft light, a pale and bloodless face. There was that familiar playful and contemptuous expression on his face, and his thin lips were slightly curled up, as if he was ready to spit out a bright red letter at any time.

— Ah, not as good as Peeves.

Harry thought desperately.

"I'm so disappointed to see you alive." Draco's voice wafted through the empty ward, and every single word fell into Harry's ears. "What's the lovely goalkeeper's name? McLaggen? I'm going to show him a present to show my admiration."

"Aren't you going to dinner just to come and see my jokes?" Harry glared at him.

Draco had an expression of course: "Compared to watching your jokes, dinner is nothing. - Think about it, the great savior fell off the broom before he came to the battlefield in a hurry - let me see, Oh, the skull was broken, it was a terrible fall. But it's not a big deal, after all, it shouldn't take too much trouble to put your empty head back together."

It wasn't pleasant to have Draco's defiant glances over his head.But Harry unexpectedly didn't want to quarrel with him: "Anyway, thank you for visiting me. - If it was you lying there, I promise I won't visit."

"Tsk tsk, I'm more sympathetic looking at it this way." Draco continued. "According to my visual observation, you will have to lie on the hospital bed for at least three to five days with this injury."

"Madame Pomfrey has told me about it," Harry replied angrily.

"That's right." Draco nodded with a smile in his tone. "But it's a big deal for me, too.—it's a little lonely to think about not having anyone follow me for at least a week."

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, with your poor tracking skills, it's hard not to notice." Draco said with disgust. "Although I don't know how you have an invisibility cloak—of course I know the invisibility cloak—after all, you can't use the Disillusionment Curse, your technique is so bad—it can only be an invisibility cloak—but to be honest, invisibility Clothes can't hide you, you're worse than a house-elf."

"Since when did you know?" Harry asked curiously.

"I won't tell you." Draco suppressed a laugh. "Actually, I'm more curious why you didn't follow me into the Slytherin lounge? Afraid I'd pierce you there?—but I would."

Harry decided not to speak.So he quietly listened to Draco continue to chatter and laugh at him for another 10 minutes before leaving with his head held high contentedly, like a little fox who has been tricked by sugar.

But as soon as Draco left Harry ended playing dead.Although Draco didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, he did remind Harry.

"If I don't tell you, I forgot, I have a house-elf." Harry snapped his fingers. "Kreacher!"