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"He's upstairs!" Hermione replied quickly.Realizing that he didn't seem so natural, he slowed down his speech. "Uh...there are so many people around the house these two days, we thought, if we put him in your bedroom, he might not be found."

"I'll go see him." Harry didn't care about the change in her tone, and was about to stand up as he spoke.The moment he just stood up, before he could even take a step, his eyes darkened, his legs softened, and he fell forward.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed, ignoring the newspapers hidden in her hand, she threw it aside and ran to help Harry up, then turned to Qiu again. "What's the matter with him?"

"It's just that you haven't fully recovered yet, don't worry." Qiu also walked over and helped Harry back to the sofa with Hermione. "You want to recover immediately after suffering such a serious injury? It's not that fast. This recovery speed is considered good."

Harry rubbed his forehead, looked at the two men suspiciously: "Is he really upstairs?"

"What, you're still afraid that we'll secretly send him back to the Wizengamot? Although I don't like him very much, but," Qiu clenched his fist and slapped Harry's thigh directly, causing Harry to groan. "But seeing how desperate you are, I can't let you go to Dispel in vain, right?"

"Could you be gentler..." Harry rubbed the place that had been beaten, muttering and complaining in a low voice.

"I didn't use much effort. It's because your own immunity is weak now, in various aspects." Qiu said. "The following are the doctor's orders, no kidding, in addition to taking medicine on time, and there will be a nurse who will come to help you with auxiliary treatment, you should mainly rest recently, try to calm down, avoid too much emotional fluctuations, and, also Avoid using magic as much as possible, otherwise it may prolong the healing period."

"That's right, I've extended your vacation for you, you need to recover well, and there are more things waiting for you later." Hermione also said. "Ron will come over tonight—he's really not good at dealing with reporters and asking questions, and he's probably in a lot of trouble these days."

The two talked a lot, and Harry didn't know how much he listened to.Because the next thing he asked was, "How's Draco?"

Qiu was stunned for a moment, and said, "He...he has improved a lot..."

"He hasn't woken up yet." Harry interrupted her, looking upstairs. "Just tell me directly. At first I only hoped that he would live, and now that this expectation has come true, I can accept what will happen next."

Qiu glanced at Hermione, and abruptly swallowed the "how do you know" that had reached her throat.Scratching his head, gritted his teeth, cleared his throat, and said with a desperate attitude: "Okay then. I hope you remember what I just said, you have to control your emotions well."

Harry nodded vaguely, running his fingers over his leg, wondering if there was a potion that could restore his strength.

"Malfoy's current situation is either good or bad. If it's just about his life, he is indeed saved. But when he will wake up, it's really hard to say. In terms of analogy, it's a bit like a vegetative state in the Muggle world." While secretly observing Harry's state, Qiu thought about the appropriate words and said. "I've done everything a therapist needs to do, and the next step is to see his own will to survive. If he is also working hard to wake up, I think there is still hope. It's just..." Qiu Dun After a while, he still said it. "Unfortunately, I didn't feel such emotions in him."

"You mean, he doesn't want to wake up?" Harry asked after a moment of thought.

"You can say that. Of course, there is also a part of hallucinogens. If I read correctly, he should have taken a large amount of hallucinogens a long time ago. Hallucinogens have a very strong effect on people's consciousness. I think Malfoy probably doesn't know about this. But he still took it, I can't look at it too optimistically." Qiu said slowly. "Maybe there is a knot in my heart that I don't want to wake up. If I can find it, things will be easier to handle."

——Find the knot?

Harry smiled wryly.This is really an extremely difficult thing.he thinks.It was as if he saw that the spell of "forget it all" was still yesterday, and the characters were still clearly in his memory. The answer he was desperately trying to find had not been found yet, and a new question was immediately thrown away. thrown out.

——Draco, draco, you have so many puzzles, I can't figure out any of them.

Harry rested for a while, and still said, "I want to go up and see him."

"Okay." Qiu nodded, reached out and summoned a piece of pumpkin pie from the dining table and handed it to Harry. "Eat it first—can you stand up?"

Harry took it, took two casual bites, and tried to stand up again.This time he succeeded, though still with some difficulty. Harry smiled self-deprecatingly: "I really didn't expect that I would have such a useless day."

"No matter how powerful a hero is, he will get sick," Qiu encouraged him casually. "Besides, you are only occasionally weak for such a period of time. As friends, we are still capable of protecting you."

Harry didn't say anything, just nodded.There seemed to be a little inexplicable emotion hidden in his eyes, but he didn't seem to have any.

Qiu took his arm and walked upstairs. Although Harry was still struggling a bit, it was obvious that at least Qiu was very satisfied with the recovery.

"It's not in vain that I wasted my vacation here to watch you. If there are no accidents, you will be able to live again in a few days." Qiu Kong pushed open the bedroom door with one hand. "Although I'm worried, I think that if you don't see him, you probably won't take a good rest. So, go in."

"Thank you." Harry nodded and walked into the room.

Sirius had left the house to him when he died, and Harry had lived here for a long time.From pre-war, to wartime, to post-war.This room can be regarded as his first real bedroom that belongs to him.

People are at their most relaxed when they walk into their bedroom.

But at this moment Harry suddenly became nervous.The room is still that big, and no one has moved the furnishings.A large Gryffindor flag hangs on the wall, and various golden and red colors always attract the attention of everyone who steps into this room.

Harry used to be very satisfied with the layout here, so much so that he couldn't help but look at them one by one every time.But at this time, for the first time, he ignored everything.

In the familiar air, there is another faint breath, very faint, but more attractive than anything else. Harry was thankful that he still remembered where the bed was, and then he stood beside the bed and saw the figure lying flat.

Qiu didn't dare to let the nurses rush up to help Draco clean up, so he just used the cleaning spell and didn't change the clothes.Although the exposed shirt has returned to white, it can still see some light stains.

Harry likes red.It doesn't really make sense, he didn't have any colors in his childhood, but it happened to be Gryffindor red, so he liked red by the way.He tried his best to let this color fill every corner of his life. He bought red sheets, red quilts, and red pillows. Even Ron couldn't stand it anymore. Ron once asked him, so There is red everywhere, will you get tired of it one day?

——How can you get bored?

Harry thought.

——I like this kind of thing, once I start, no matter what, I won’t get tired of it.

"But I've been sleeping on the sofa for several days." Harry smiled and said softly.

But no one answered him.

Draco lay quietly.Breathing lightly.The quilt covering her chest undulated slightly.Against the backdrop of red everywhere, the pale and transparent skin and light golden hair appear more and more, like an angel.

—He is so pretty.Why has it never been found before?

Harry thought with some annoyance.No one had ever seen an angel, but Harry thought, that's probably it.

"How long are you going to sleep on?" Harry asked softly. "I'm still waiting for your explanation. Why do you always lie to me? You know, I'm just stupid. If you don't make it clear, no matter how much I think about it, I can't figure it out."

"You don't want to kill me, do you?" Harry reached out, wanting to touch Draco's cheek.But when he was about to touch it, he gave up again.He lowered his eyes, he was a little dazed, a little unconfident.His voice was also softer. "Among the last things you said, which ones are true?"