"That curtain was his strong request..."
At this moment, the door of the school infirmary was opened from the outside, and Madam Pomfrey walked in carrying two bottles of healing potions. She looked at the few idle people and the idle Niffler in the room and instinctively frowned, "The injured need rest—"
This time her voice was more assertive, as the new patients this time weren't petrified.
Soon, the idle people were cleared out, and William stood at the door holding a cat, staring wide-eyed at Cedric in front of him.
"I thought you'd be lying down till the evening."
William raised an eyebrow.
"Ahem, I'll just slip away—"
Cedric, worried about his paper, turned and left, quickly disappearing at the top of the stairs, followed by two figures in quick pursuit.
"Wait—"
The girl's footsteps paused slightly, but before she could sneak away, William reached out and grabbed her by the collar from behind.
"Ahem, no, no, I can't breathe—"
Ginny patted William's hand firmly, and after a while, seeing that he remained unmoved, she resignedly dug into her pocket and handed Kabuda over to William.
"Squeak squeak—"
The Niffler, dangled in front of William, gestured wildly as if trying to say something.
"..."
"Squeak squeak!"
"Are you sure?"
"Squeak squeak."
"Remember not to cause trouble and take care of these two minors. Call me if you need help."
"Squeak squeak!"
Kabuda quickly patted its chest and even took out the Magic Pattern Plate used to summon William from its belly, indicating that it had always followed the safety rules.
"Alright, alright, go then."
Feeling a bit resigned, William tossed Kabuda back to Ginny, deeply realizing the difficulties of being a "parent." Watching the two and the Niffler disappear down the corridor, William turned to the last person remaining, frowning, "Are you still looking for that diary?"
"Huh? Oh, yes..."
"Have you found it?"
"No, we've searched everywhere, but... Ginny was actually in the common room all morning, but she said no one saw anyone touch Harry's backpack."
Hermione shook her head, her eyes weary—she had been worried about the matter for several days, even though William had told them, "Lost is lost."
But after observing these past days, she hadn't noticed anything unusual among the surrounding classmates—it's a terrifying situation; if Voldemort in that diary decided to hide himself, they might never find it.
"Alright, I'm headed to the library..." William shook his head. Since he promised Dumbledore not to interfere, he really had no plans to get involved.
"Oh, I needed to go too," Hermione swiftly caught up.
Why is everyone tagging along today?
William was slightly startled, then put down Mrs. Loris from his arms. The gray cat looked back at William, then led him towards the library. Seeing Mrs. Loris so eager to lead the way, William refrained from pulling out the Marauder's Map.
......
"Uh—"
In the evening, after being forced by Madam Pomfrey to drink a second bottle of magic potion, Harry coughed, feeling the numb itch inside his arm, and sighed helplessly—it was a completely unforeseen disaster today. He had memorized the locations of all hazardous stairs in the entire castle, but why today...
But speaking of innocence...
Involuntarily, Harry's eyes drifted to the curtained bed beside him—although he's always disliked Lockhart, he had to admit, Lockhart was truly innocent this time. Just passing through the hall, and his robe got set on fire by a charm, causing small burns and getting crushed under dozens of Chomping Cabbages for over ten minutes...
Harry secretly glanced from the side when Madam Pomfrey went in to change his dressings—the man was completely wrapped up like a mummy.
Sorry...
Harry silently mouthed an apology in his heart, then lie back quietly on his own bed.
It wasn't all bad news, at least he could still join the day-after-tomorrow's Quidditch final. Madam Pomfrey said he should be discharged by tomorrow night—although she had repeatedly emphasized not to engage in intense exercise for a week, that match with Ravenclaw was crucial for the Quidditch Cup's ownership—
You know, when Gryffindor team's captain Oliver Wood came to visit this afternoon, he looked like he wanted to swallow whole the Seeker who screwed up before the match.
If he couldn't make it to the match the day after tomorrow... Harry shivered, unable to imagine what an infuriated Wood would do.
Besides, the match with Ravenclaw was one of the few interactions he had with Cho Chang—if he flew better than that Hufflepuff Seeker, would she consider him...
With such thoughts swirling, Harry drifted off to sleep, threading his way through musings and hopes.
Uncertain of the time passed, until the moon hung high in the sky, in the infirmary now plunged into silence, shadows suddenly flickered. Slowly, a figure sat up from the bed, moving with difficulty and stiffness to Harry's bedside, staring long at the sleeping boy—
Finally, after a length of time unknown, he bent down, pulling the boy's backpack from beside the bed into his hands...
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