HP through the autumn

Madam Pomfrey dismissed all the irrelevant students, and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione stood anxiously at the door of the hospital wing, as well as Laurie and Mrs. Diggory.

"Qiu, you are here!" Hermione was the first to see Qiu coming from the end of the corridor.She told Marietta to go back to the dormitory first, and then came to the medical wing alone.

"Is Harry okay?" she asked.

"Not too well," said Hermione anxiously. "He looks like he's been hurt a lot, and he's bleeding a lot from his arms. Professor Dumbledore was in there asking him some questions about the game. We'd just arrived in the medical wing and he Just showed up, and then he let us out first, but Sirius was inside with Harry."

She nodded after listening, then turned to Laurie and asked, "How is Cedric?"

Laurie: "I just got knocked out in the maze. There's nothing serious about it. I've already drank the potion and fell asleep."

"The string of red sparks?"

"Someone else fired it for him."

"Didn't he see the man who knocked him out?"

Laurie shook her head.

Cho very much suspected that Professor Dumbledore had knocked him out to keep him safe so he could get out of the maze.

There was another silence outside the medical wing, and everyone was staring at the door of the medical wing intently.

"I remember you were Harry's friend?" asked Mrs. Weasley suddenly.

"Yes, I was in Grimmauld Place for Harry's birthday last year."

"Not only is she a friend of Harry's," said Ron absently, eyeing the door of the hospital wing, "she's also Harry's girlfriend."

Mrs. Weasley and Bill looked at Cho for a while without asking any questions.

It was silent again, and everyone was in no mood to chat.

The door of the hospital wing opened, and Dumbledore's figure appeared behind it.

Mrs. Weasley let out a suppressed exclamation: "Harry! How is Harry?"

The people at the door surrounded Dumbledore anxiously.

"Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "before you listen to me, Harry has just recounted to me what he has suffered horribly tonight. What he needs now is sleep and rest." , if he wants you to stay with him." He looked around at Ron, Hermione, Bill and Cho, "You can stay, but I don't want you to ask him any questions, unless he is willing to answer, otherwise Absolutely not tonight."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, looking very pale.

They rushed into the hospital wing, Sirius followed Professor Dumbledore out, they had more important things to do.

The Digorys and Laurie went to the farther back bed, which was closed by the curtains around it.

In addition to Harry and Cedric, there seemed to be another patient in the ward, but the curtain around his bed was also drawn.

"Who is that?" Cho asked Hermione, pointing to the hospital bed.

"Professor Moody, the real Professor Moody," said Hermione.

It seems that Professor Moody, who was locked up like wool and his hair was plucked, was finally rescued.

Harry had already changed into a set of pajamas and sat on the bed tiredly.The five of them sat in chairs on either side of him.Ron and Hermione looked at him cautiously. Qiu Zheng frowned and looked at the faintly exposed wound on his arm. He wanted to reach out but didn't dare to touch him.

"I'm fine," said Harry, "just a little tired."

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Weasley stroked Harry's sheets.

Madam Pomfrey returned with a small bottle of Dreamless Potion: "Drink it all, Harry, this kind of medicine will give you a dreamless sleep."

Harry took the glass, took a few sips, then lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Cho reached out and took off his glasses and set them aside.The five of them sat around Harry silently, not daring to make a sound for fear of waking Harry up, so they just watched silently.

During this time Laurie left the hospital wing, leaving the Diggory couple to watch over their son.

A few hours later, when they had almost gotten used to the tranquility, a commotion broke everything. The voices of Cornelius Fudge and Professor McGonagall echoed in the corridor outside the medical wing, and they kept approaching.

Mrs. Weasley and Bill stood up to see what was going on, while Ron, Hermione, and Cho watched with concern for signs of Harry being figured out.

"If they don't shut up, they'll wake him up."

"His eyelashes are fluttering," Cho said, looking over at Harry. "He's about to wake up."

Ron: "What happened again?"

The door of the ward was knocked open suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.Cho saw Harry open his glasses and fumble for them.

She handed him the glasses, and he put them on, smiling slightly at her.

"Are you awake? Feeling okay?" She took a pillow from the nightstand and put it on his back so he could sit up.

Harry nodded, and looked at Minister Fudge, who broke in through the door, and Professor McGonagall, who was following him.

Everything after that was like a farce. Fudge let the dementor kill Barty Crouch Jr. who was controlled by Professor Dumbledore before the start of the third project. heated dispute.Fudge refused to believe that the mysterious man had returned. Even though Dumbledore and Snape had put many evidences in front of his eyes, he still turned a blind eye, thinking that all this was caused by Dumbledore and Harry to attract others' attention. out means.

She felt that Fudge was like the heroine of the Qiong Yao drama who covered her ears and shook her head desperately, shouting "I don't listen, I don't listen".

"Your prize," he threw a bag of gold coins on Harry's bedside table, "a thousand Galleons, there would have been an awards ceremony, but the current situation..." He shook his head and brought bowler hat, out of the room.

Dumbledore assigned tasks to the people in the room, and Sirius, Snape, and Bill all left the hospital wing.

"Harry, drink up the rest of the potion," said Dumbledore, "I'll see you all later."

Harry collapsed on the bed after he left, the heavy news leaving no one in the hospital wing to speak.Everyone looked at Harry.

"Drink the medicine, Harry." Cho handed him the medicine.

"Get a good night's sleep," Mrs. Weasley continued, "think about other things for the time being, such as what to buy with the bonus!"

Harry nodded, drank the potion in one gulp, and an irresistible drowsiness enveloped him.He fell back on his pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Qiu put away the pillow behind him, and helped him tuck the corner of the quilt.

"Go back and rest, all of you," sighed Mrs. Weasley, "I'll watch over him here."

The three of them looked at each other, but no one moved.

"I want to stay here with Harry," said Ron, and Hermione and Cho agreed.

"You'd better go back," said Mrs. Weasley, "and come back tomorrow morning."

Hermione and Ron looked at the sleeping Harry and went back to the Gryffindor common room.

Qiu: "Let me stay here, ma'am."

Mrs. Weasley made no further objections, and they sat on the edge of Harry's bed, watching his peaceful face.

"Harry has always been a very kind boy," Mrs. Weasley whispered suddenly, "I hope you can comfort him well."

"I will," she whispered, taking Harry's hand under the covers.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling something in his hand.He sat up and saw that Qiu was sleeping beside his hospital bed, his long black hair was scattered beside the bed, and the two of them were holding hands tightly.

Everything he experienced last night was like a dream: Voldemort was resurrected, he was connected to Voldemort's wand, he saw his parents, they came out of Voldemort's wand... He tried his best to avoid recalling everything that happened , focusing on her long hair.

He could smell the familiar scent of jasmine in her hair, which had been carrying it for a while now.It endeared him to play with her long hair while she studied hard, waiting for her to pull it out of his hands impatiently.

After she scuffed his hair into a bird's nest again, he didn't dare to do it again.

"Good morning, Harry." She awoke from her sleep to find that her neck and back were terribly stiff, and she was still holding Harry's hand.

She stretched her body and twisted her neck as if it had been broken.Mrs. Weasley was not in the hospital wing, and it was already breakfast time, which the house-elf had delivered to Harry's bedside table.

"Good morning, Cho," said Harry.

She stared at him with confused eyes for a while, buried her head in the socket of his neck, and put her arms around his waist.

"Thank goodness," she said, "you made it back."

Harry Harry put his hand on her neck and gently rubbed it for her: "Yes, thanks to the fact that Voldemort and I have the same phoenix feather as the core of the wand."

"How are you feeling today?" she asked.

"It's not bad," he said. "The wound on the arm is almost healed."

She lifted Harry's sleeve to check. The wound had healed, leaving only a deep scar on the skin.

"It must have hurt," she said. "Any other wounds?"

"No more." The other small wounds on his body were nothing compared to the wound on his arm.

"Really?" She didn't believe that after the maze and Voldemort's torment, Harry would only have such a wound, and began to check it herself, "Voldemort only hurt your arm?"

Harry dodged her hands ripping off his pajamas, and surrendered: "There are also some wounds from the acromantula in the maze, not very serious."

"Is there anything else?" She stood beside his bed and looked at him seriously.

"Maybe a few more Cruciatus," Harry said with mock ease. "It hurt a little, but my head hurt more."

"How many times has Cruciatus been cast?!" Although she had expected that Voldemort would not faint gently, but hearing the fact that Harry had been cast with the Cruciatus Curse still made her heart shrink, "Did you drink it last night?" Is there a potion for the aftereffects?"

Harry replied honestly, "I have."

"Is there really no other wound?"

Harry replied honestly again: "Not really."

She looked at Harry, who was as obedient as a chicken, and turned her head to walk towards the door of the medical wing.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked hastily.

"Go wash!"

She couldn't believe she had been talking to Harry for so long without washing his face... but Harry didn't wash his face, and they were even.