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In fact, I have always been able to faintly hear a little sound. I feel like I am holding an oil lamp in a snowstorm, and I am slowly groping in the darkness where I can't see my fingers. When the wind is quieter, I can Barely hear something - footsteps coming and going, muffled rapid conversation, medicine bottles clinking, but most of the time my ears are filled with long winds whistling and I have to hold on The thick rope holding the oil lamp will not be completely submerged in the darkness.And when the wind finally subsided gradually, boundless drowsiness enveloped me again. I seemed to be trapped in soft clouds emitting different flavors. It seemed that many people started talking not far away, but tiredness blocked me. I can't hear anything clearly because of my ears, and I think they are a bit noisy.In the end, I heard my mother's gentle voice from not far away, she told me that I can sleep at ease at this time, and all kinds of voices finally went away, leaving me alone on the calm lake Looking up at the dark sky.

Just when I was drowsy and about to let myself lose consciousness in the seemingly safe silence, I heard someone crying with a suppressed voice, like a wounded animal crying and worrying about revealing its position, It was like a child who had lost a toy and was sobbing while worrying about being punished by an adult.This voice is really familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before, I just feel a little sad to hear it.

Long, long ago, someone cried like this, right?How did I comfort him at that time?

"Don't kill me!" Just as I struggled against my heavy eyelids and lips, trying to make a sound, the cry turned into an exclamation mixed with fear, something was hit and then fell to the ground with a soft sound, I heard the footsteps of another person approaching slowly.

After a long time, I heard an old sigh: "Son, that was not my intention."

A bell rang from a distant place, one time, two times, three times... I seemed to see scattered stars appearing in the sky, but I fell asleep completely before I heard the fifth bell. Probably just a messy, unfinished dream.

When I woke up again, the sunlight outside was just right, and I even shed tears because it was too dazzling.There was no one else in the school hospital. I tried to move my limbs, and I was pleased to find that although they had no strength, they all looked healthy. There was a bitter taste mixed with various medicines in my mouth. The unpleasant feeling made me feel like I was gargling my mouth, but when I took a little hard breath, my chest began to ache. No wonder the strongest smell in my mouth was rue.

Madam Pomfrey appeared in front of my bed at some point. At this time, I felt that my cognition of the outside world seemed to be two or three beats slower. I saw her movements in my eyes and heard her in my ears. The voice is so subtly out of sync that when she pours the potion into a spoon and holds it to my mouth, it takes me about three seconds to realize that I should open my mouth.

"You still need to stay here for another one to two weeks," she said while nagging, neatly tidying up the pile of condolence items by my bed, "I don't know whether it's lucky or unlucky... If that If the child doesn't find the bezoar..."

"Is the poison in the wine?" I struggled to swallow the rue in my mouth. "Is everyone else all right, ma'am?"

"It's all right, except for yelling in my hospital... If I were you, don't think about these things now." Madam Pomfrey gave me a reproachful look, and quickly poured me another The spoon seemed to be something like a sedative sleeping pill, "Peaceful rest is necessary for a recovering body, Miss Snape, you are very weak at the moment."

"It probably took less than half a second for you to drink it before Harry noticed something was wrong." Until Harry and the others came to visit me, as the person involved, I was finally able to know what happened at that time. Ron talked to me incessantly, Looks like it's been said several times to different people, "Of course, I wasn't in the right mood...but I noticed it when your glass fell, and Slughorn looked petrified because You fell down before Harry rushed to hug you, and black blood kept coming out of your mouth and nose, which was very scary. Harry yelled for Slughorn to Trying to figure it out, but he doesn't move... It's a good thing he can remember that there's a bezoar in Slughorn."

I tilted my head to look at the silent Harry, who had been sitting silently on the stool closest to me since they were allowed by Madam Pomfrey to visit me by my bedside for a while.

"Aunt Lily was here, and she was going to at least wait until you woke up," whispered Hermione, her eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse, "but that Scrimgeour kept sending owls, An hour before she left last night, at least five owls from the Ministry of Magic came over... After making sure you were all right, she went back."

I nodded, and Hermione quickly reached out and held my head to keep me from moving. She finally didn't mind standing side by side with Ron: "Madame Pomfrey said that there are many invisible places in your body. Bleeding slightly."

In fact, it’s not that serious. I feel that I’m already very energetic after a day. The weakness and pain in my body may be caused by lying on the bed like a doll.I was just about to ask if I had found out where the poison came from, when my father quietly appeared beside my bed with a tray of potions emitting white gas, Ron and Neville seemed to be trapped He jumped up suddenly as if poked, and leaned against the wall as calmly as possible, hoping to merge with the wall.Hermione stood up after a moment's hesitation, and Tallus patted Harry on the shoulder to signal him to get up, but Harry didn't move.

"Just because my wife thinks you need to be thanked doesn't mean I feel the same, Potter," my father said dryly. If you didn't come up with those messy tricks, she wouldn't need to lie here and suffer."

He didn't force Harry to leave them all, and even acquiesced that Harry was still sitting there, walked around to the side where Tallus and Neville were standing (I think Neville seemed to hope that he could disappear suddenly), put the tray Put it on the bed cabinet.I turned my head away with a grimace, and I had already smelled several unpleasant smells that signaled that the taste buds were about to be tortured.

"I added salted plums." Seeing that I buried half of my face in the pillow, the muscles on my father's face twitched, and he said to me with a straight face, "Drink it quickly."

He's lying, I don't smell any sour-sweet scent that is even remotely comforting, the dark potion that's still tumbling is more disgusting to drink than it smells, I feel every bit of it on my tongue All the cells were screaming and protesting, I don't know if it was because of the bitterness or the heat, my tears flowed down my face.

"This, you have to be cold into a semi-condensed solid before you can drink it." A huge silver shadow floated by outside the hospital window, and I recognized Tonks' suddenly changed patron saint with thick limbs, and my father let out an irritable voice , pointing to the last bowl of lake-green liquid that is constantly bubbling in the state of magma in the tray, "Watch her and let her drink it up."

"Okay." Harry finally said the first sentence.

"I didn't talk to you." Having said that, Dad glanced at Harry, and added sullenly before leaving: "No matter how much she cries, don't put salted plums in it."

"I'm not a three-year-old girl anymore." I protested feebly that my father exposed my miserable past when I was a child in front of my friends, "And there are no salted plums here at all."

Dad lowered his eyes and looked at me for a while, then reached out and touched my face, then my forehead.

"Hey, we really did sneak salted plums." After confirming that my father had left the school hospital, Tallus dug out a small package from Harry's schoolbag, "I heard your mother yesterday Talking to Madam Pomfrey mentioned it, and Harry went to the kitchen to find Dobby and get some."

"I think we should listen to Professor Snape at this time." Hermione confiscated the package I was staring at, "It must be reasonable for him to say that it is not allowed to add, maybe there is something in the salted Merry that will make the potion The effect is discounted."

"Yeah, I agree." Ron nodded hastily, and Hermione gave him a slightly surprised look.

"We still have something to do." Talus blinked and said, "We have to go first."

"Oh, yes, there is something." Except for Harry, the others nodded in agreement. Hermione carefully checked Harry's schoolbag, and after making sure that there were no sweet snacks in it, she was ready to leave. I don't worry she will help me prepare notes for all the classes during my hospital stay.

"It's not your fault." After the others left the school hospital, Harry let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to hold my left hand that wasn't tucked under the quilt, and I comforted him in a low voice: "If you didn't think of the bezoar , and I die."

Harry made a funny, nasal and laughing sound, and he took off his glasses with the other hand and rubbed his eyes: "I feel scared... If you didn't pull the What if I tutor those potion knowledge?"

"When you were in the fourth grade, you planned to dance with me with a bezoar in your throat." I blinked, "I don't think I need me, you can remember it at that time."

He finally smiled a little, and reached out to take the bowl of potion that had stopped bubbling and started to thicken. By this time it had turned a horrible bright purple, and my face collapsed.

"Your father and Dumbledore had a big fight, I heard from Hagrid." Harry said as I frowned and rinsed my mouth with water.

"Why - because I've been poisoned?" His words effectively made me ignore the nausea churning in my stomach, and I just felt like I had swallowed a hundred wriggling earthworms alive.

"It's obviously not an accident, is it?" A flash of anger flashed across Harry's face, "Last time it was a cursed opal necklace, this time someone gave Slugger poisoned mead Horn, Hagrid said that your father asked Dumbledore how long he was going to let this go on, he thought they were worried that the school would be forced to close because of the continuous injury of students, but we all know it must not be that simple."

I suddenly thought of the conversation between Dad and Draco at Christmas, Harry said in a very dangerous tone: "I know who it is...we all know, I must catch him...make him pay .”

"Harry!" I felt a tinge of worry, but Madam Pomfrey had hurried over to say it was past visiting hours and chased him away.

I told Hermione the next day to keep Harry on guard so he wouldn't do anything reckless and stupid.Luckily Hermione came to see me and said that Harry just had his Marauder's Map with him, determined to keep an eye on Draco as much as possible.I noticed that Hermione was actually in a good mood recently except for worrying about me, but she refused to say what happened. It was Neville who told me blankly that Hermione was normal recently after I was questioned, but Ron Recently, he had a cold war with Lavender, and it sounded like Ron deliberately didn't explain why he went to Romilda Vane at the time.

But it turns out that I was right to worry. A week later, in the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, I was leaning on the pillow and enjoying the bright sunshine while reminiscing about the breakfast that was finally allowed to add honey. Harry, who felt his head was covered in blood, was brought in on a floating stretcher, followed by Hermione with a pale face.

"Although I want to say thank you for coming to accompany me, isn't the price you paid too high?" Harry, who was almost turned into an Egyptian mummy by Madam Pomfrey, opened his eyes until dusk, and I held my chin Sitting by his bed, directing his black-rimmed glasses to tap dance with the legs on the bed cabinet.After hearing my words, he reacted for a while, first turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, then raised his hand and touched the thick bandage on his head.

"He got hit by the Bludger and hit his head on the hoop, which shattered his skull. I gave him back his glasses, but now he doesn't seem to be able to put them on," Madam Pomfrey said You're going to stay one night and don't overwork for a few hours."

"How much did we lose?" he asked.

"320 to [-], I heard them say that after you were injured, everyone else except Ginny didn't hold their ground." I couldn't bear to look at his dim eyes, "It doesn't matter, there is also the game against Ravenclaw Woolen cloth."

He hummed, and said slowly: "Before the game... I saw Malfoy walking with two lower grade girls, he didn't go to the game - if I knew I should have followed him then, I—"

"Couldn't you be distracted and get hit by the Bludger just because you're so preoccupied with it?" I felt a tinge of exasperation. "It's dangerous! If those two batters hadn't caught you— "

"I want to catch him!" Harry sat up, covering his head with his hands because of the pain, "He often disappears on the Marauder's Map, I want to know where he is, what he's doing, before he comes back next time." Take him to accompany his Death Eater father when he's ready to kill! He must pay for everything he's done!"

I didn't expect him to be so excited all of a sudden. Madam Pomfrey hurried over and put me back on the bed. She drew the curtain between the two of us tightly and cast a strong spell to ensure that we could only sleep at night. Stay obediently in your own bed.

"Go to sleep, if you both want to leave the hospital on time tomorrow!" she told us sternly, "No more talking!"

Until it was confirmed that both of us were asleep, she sat on the empty bed opposite and flipped through an extremely thick medical book.

Harry was allowed to leave on Sunday, but I was not allowed to start packing my belongings until Monday morning, after another thorough body check.My bed cabinet is full of small gifts from various people during the hospitalization. Slughorn's large box of pineapple preserves was opened by him before it was delivered, and a note was attached saying "I've given the house-elves an early taste" (Hermione was very upset about this).

Under a lot of condolences, there was a pack of salted plums delivered by someone who didn't know when, and there was no card with the name on it. Hermione, who came to help me clean up, threw it directly into the trash can without thinking ( "Something suspicious!").

"Are you reconciled with Ron?" I asked Hermione in a casual tone, breathing the air outside the school hospital as much as I had ever wanted to move my body.

"No." She pursed her lips and said lightly, "He was just arguing with Lavender, and didn't break up with her—or that sentence, what does it matter to me?"

We turned into the corridor on the eighth floor, and only a very small girl looked at the tapestry of the troll in a tutu.Seeing us, she showed a very scared expression, and the heavy copper balance in her hand fell to the ground.

"It's okay." Hermione said softly, and quickly walked over to help her, "Come—recovery!"

The girl stood there motionless, without thanking or saying anything else, just staring at us blankly and walked over.

"But you are in a good mood." I couldn't help pointing out her duplicity, "You said that the corners of your mouth were always curled up when they were arguing."

"That's because you were finally discharged from the hospital." She immediately reached out and touched her cheek, and said seriously, "It has nothing to do with Ron."

I turned around and looked at the little girl who was still standing in the corridor. I always felt that something was a little strange, but if I didn't speed up my pace, I would miss more lessons. Thinking of this, I shook my head, turned and followed Hermione's pace.