HP through the autumn

Just after the exam was over and everyone was about to relax, Qiu was urgently summoned by Madam Pomfrey to the medical wing for help.

She stood up and walked towards the door of the common room, being pursued by Laurie.

"I'll go out with you."

"Where are you going?" she asked strangely.

"Find Seid before the summer break begins."

"Tell him you're going to continue harassing him with owls over the summer?"

Laurie glanced at her, paying no heed to her teasing.

Laurie waved cheerfully goodbye to her at the head of the stairs, leaving Cho to walk to the hospital wing alone.

She pushed the door open to find the trio of Gryffindors lying side by side on the bed, all looking injured: Ron had a big swollen bump on his head, Hermione had no obvious cuts or bruises, Harry Frowning, pale, restless sleep.

"What happened? Are the three of them okay?" Qiu was a little worried.

"Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are fine, and they will wake up in a while. Potter needs to sleep for a few days, and his soul has suffered some damage." Madam Pomfrey said with a sigh: "The three of them heard that someone was going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and they fought with that person and were seriously injured."

"Who is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"You know what the Sorcerer's Stone is? Ah, no wonder you were assigned to Ravenclaw. It's Professor Quirrell."

"Then him?"

"For some reason, he had an accident and died, he didn't make it." Madam Pomfrey didn't want to say more: "I put the potion here and let Weasley and Granger wake up Drink it, I need to make some special potion for Potter."

"No problem, ma'am."

Cho found Madam Pomfrey's bookcase in the hospital wing, and took out a book to read.But after a while, she found that her eyes were still staring at the three people lying on the hospital bed.

Even if she had lived again, she was sure that she didn't have the courage to face a dangerous adult wizard.

Sometimes the more you know, the more you will shrink back, because all the risks and crises are clear at a glance.But these three first-year students are still fearless even though they know that the person behind it may be Voldemort.

Although they guessed wrongly who was the one who stole the Sorcerer's Stone, the three of them were willing to risk their lives to fight a powerful wizard in order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone and stop Voldemort. Nor can it be found in adults.They do deserve the few hundred points Professor Dumbledore puts on them.

Because it's not their responsibility, and no one can blame them if they hold back out of cowardice.

However, some things are worth paying the price of life for.

This is Gryffindor courage.

Hermione was the first to wake up, and the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to look for Ron and Harry.

"Cho, why are you here? Where's Harry and Ron? How are they all right—the Philosopher's Stone! Someone's trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione asked a long list of questions, and then suddenly thought of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Keep your voice down - Harry and Ron are right next to you, still awake! The Philosopher's Stone has not been stolen."

"You also know that the Philosopher's Stone is in the school? Professor Snape is going to steal it?"

"I just heard from Madam Pomfrey, but it was Professor Quirrell who stole the Philosopher's Stone. He failed and died in an accident. Don't ask Hermione, drink this bottle of potion first."

Hermione frowned and sniffed the strange potion, and drank it obediently, her facial features wrinkled into a ball.

As if smelled by the smell of the potion, Ron also woke up. Qiu happily handed him a bottle of potion and motioned him to drink it.Judging by Ron's expression, it seemed that he would rather continue to faint.

It took a long time after drinking the potion for Ron to recover from the terrible smell. He seemed to have just remembered what he had done before he passed out, and when he was about to ask a question, Hermione quickly covered his mouth.

"Keep your voice down, Harry isn't awake yet."

Ron saw Harry next to him, nodded, and asked Hermione to take his hand away.

"Hermione, seriously, you almost made me pass out again." Ron complained, "By the way, what happened next? Where's the Philosopher's Stone? Did Snape get caught?"

"No." Qiu interjected, intentionally not explaining the previous question.

"What?! He ran away? Damn old bat." Ron waved his fist indignantly

"Because it was Professor Quirrell who stole the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione explained, unable to bear to see Ron continue to be stupid.

"Professor Quirrell? That Professor Quirrell who was stunned by the troll?" Ron asked.

"Obviously he's very good at disguising," said Hermione. "When will Harry wake up?"

"Madam Pomfrey said it will take a day or two," Cho replied.

The three of them exchanged information with each other.Qiu listened to Ron and Hermione tell how they found out the room where the three-headed dog was in the first grade, learned about Nicole Flamel from Hagrid, discovered Snape—actually Quirrell’s conspiracy, I found unicorns and Voldemort when I was in confinement, and finally went to the corridor on the fourth floor to prevent the Sorcerer's Stone from being stolen at night after the exam.

"Your first grade is really wonderful. You have defended the Sorcerer's Stone and entered the Forbidden Forest. Professor Dumbledore will definitely give you extra points." Qiu sighed and said, "Now that you are all awake, I will ask Pomfrey Ma'am, do you want to drink other potions, and how long do you want to stay here?"

She met Ron's terrified expression and smiled happily: "Besides, I'm going to play against your college's Quidditch team tomorrow. Without Harry, it seems that the Golden Snitch is mine."

Ron and Hermione looked sadly at classmate Harry Potter, Sleeping Beauty.

Fortunately, Ron lived in the wizarding world and hadn't heard of the story of "Sleeping Beauty", otherwise he might risk kissing Harry awake for the Quidditch match.

After Ron and Hermione were released from the hospital, word quickly spread of the trio's heroism.

This is probably Ron's credit, because he doesn't mind telling people how they protect the Philosopher's Stone, even though he has been asked to tell it more than 20 times, and what's more, he seems to be stronger each time than the last. Thrilling.So in the end, Harry has almost become a figure like Godric Gryffindor holding a sword, overcoming thorns and thorns, and killing a bloody road.

Because of Madam Pomfrey's majesty, many students sought out Cho and asked her to bring gifts to Harry.

This made Qiu Pingsheng experience for the first time the feeling of softness when receiving gifts, but none of these gifts were for her.

On the third day, Harry woke up. At that time, Qiu was immersed in a book about medical magic, and was so frightened by his excited shout that he almost threw the book away.Professor Dumbledore happened to be in the medical wing at this time.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore said, "Please calm down, Miss Zhang is frightened by you." He gave Qiu a gentle look.

She smiled, and walked out with the book: "I'll tell Madam Pomfrey that Harry is awake." She closed the door intimately, and notified Hermione and Ron by the way, the two of them will be almost two days long In the medical wing.

After Professor Dumbledore came out, under Harry's pleading, Madam Pomfrey let Hermione and Ron go in to visit Harry, and Cho followed in under the guise of observing how Harry was recovering.Of course, she was carrying a large bottle of potions.

So Harry woke up and received Ron's first look full of sympathy. He was a little puzzled, but he was still happy that his friend was okay.

"Hi, Harry! I hear you had a fantastic first year," she said, handing Harry the potion bottle.

"It's quite exciting." Harry looked at the bottle of potion and finally understood the look in Ron's eyes.

Harry was very eager to share his conversation with Professor Dumbledore with his friends, but he was in a trance state for about a minute after drinking the potion.

"It's awful," Harry commented.

"Tell us, what the headmaster told you," Hermione urged.

Harry told them everything exactly.Although he knew the general development, Qiu was still very fascinated by it. The reality is much more exciting than the novel.

Ron lamented how Dumbledore made Harry face Voldemort, and asked Harry to go to the year-end banquet: "The scores are all calculated, and Slytherin won the first place. Without you, we are Ravenclaws." Beat it to pieces—”

He froze, as if just remembering the existence of a Ravenclaw Seeker here.

Cho glanced at him with a smile and said to Harry, "It's a pity, Harry. I can only look forward to playing against you next school year."

"I'm looking forward to it too. I heard you're flying very well."

Madam Pomfrey came in and kicked Ron and Hermione out.

After Ron and Hermione left, Cho walked to Harry's bedside: "How do you feel now? Would you like another potion?"

"No, no need." Harry shook his head hastily.

"Doesn't your head hurt?" Qiu gave him a suspicious look.

"It doesn't hurt." Harry felt a little guilty.

"Really?" Cho approached with her wand, making Harry a little nervous about what kind of checking magic she might perform.

"real."

"It seems that I should ask Madam Pomfrey to give you a few more bottles of potions." Qiu concluded, "You have already experienced cognitive confusion. Logically speaking, you should not have fully recovered."

She smirked. "Perhaps you should try something that smells strange. It will help you recover."

Then she opened a bag of Bibi's multi-flavored beans, picked the strangest one, a purple-black bean, opened Harry's mouth and threw it in.He covered his mouth neatly to prevent him from spitting it out.

Harry finally understood that she was playing tricks on purpose, and he tried to struggle, but soon he tasted a little sweetness on the tip of his tongue, the smell of black brin.

"I've eaten this color once." She shrugged.

"I won't disturb your rest, Harry boy." She got up to say goodbye, just opened the door, thought for a while, then turned around: "I forgot to tell you, I think you are really brave, Harry."

The door to the hospital wing closed slowly.

Cho could have sworn by her beauty and intelligence that she had just seen Harry blush.

The author has something to say:

Ah~ the pure first grade, why is the third grade still so far away?

What do some fanfiction writers think when they asked the protagonist to fall in love in the second grade? It feels like an inexplicable animal