mesbooks Chapter 54: I don't know what to name it!
Chapter 54: I don't know what to name it!
Once Harry had fully recovered, Pomfrey finally agreed to Ron and Hermione's request to visit him.
"Hey Harry—how are you?"
Harry woke up groggily. "I'm fine now. By the way, have you guys gone to see Rand?"
Hermione's anger flared up at the mere mention of this.
"That bastard Draco, he kept everyone out."
Harry silently touched his heart; Hermione's words had really hurt.
"But Harry, don't worry, Rand is fine now. We specifically asked Madam Pomfrey about it."
Harry nodded silently.
"The whole school is talking about it," Ron said, scratching his head. "Tell me honestly, what exactly happened?"
Harry faced his friends and honestly explained what had happened.
"What? You mean Quirrell is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone? Did Quirrell set up the troll? And... the back of his head... I mean, that person... the Mysterious Man?"
Harry's honest words stunned the two of them, like a thunderclap hitting them on the head.
His head was probably buzzing, and so was his at the time.
Harry pursed his lips, hesitating whether to tell the two of them something else.
Hermione was extremely perceptive and noticed Harry's hesitation. The moment she raised her hand, Harry lowered his head instantly.
Want to hit me? My reaction time is pretty fast.
"Slap—" Hermione slapped Harry with her other hand the instant he looked down.
Hermione shook her hand dismissively, then looked at the person who was somewhat dazed from being hit, and pouted even more displeasedly.
Raising your hand isn't an apology, it's a reminder that you still have a lot of practice, bro.
"You'd better tell me everything, or else..." Hermione's threatening voice was quite convincing, at least the slap mark on Harry's face proved it.
Harry gritted his teeth. "I suspect that the whole Philosopher's Stone thing was something Headmaster Dumbledore deliberately orchestrated to get us involved!"
"Impossible! Dumbledore, our headmaster, the one who defeated Voldemort, how could he possibly send a few rookies to face Voldemort and die!" Ron immediately retorted.
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored Ron.
Looking at his brother's determined expression, Ron muttered to himself, "The bag can't possibly be Dumbledore."
If it were Dumbledore, he could just take action directly, since he's so strong anyway.
Hermione, always adept at reading people's expressions and guessing their thoughts, struck Ron's face with lightning speed.
"When the gap between you and the other person is too large, you'd better not try to guess what they're thinking. If what Harry said is really true, then I can guess two reasons:"
1. Voldemort is possessing Quirrell, but not in his complete form. In this state, "killing" him is more about destroying the vessel he's attached to, rather than completely eliminating him. Killing Quirrell wouldn't end Voldemort's existence; instead, it would alert him.
2. It's Harry... After all, we can't explain the Invisibility Cloak...
Harry instantly understood what Hermione meant by not finishing speaking—Dumbledore had deliberately made him face these issues.
Ron listened to Hermione's logical analysis and felt completely overwhelmed.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. Did anything interesting happen while I was unconscious?" Harry noticed Ron's hesitation and quickly changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, Harry, you must be feeling better tomorrow. Tomorrow is the year-end banquet, and the scores for each house will be calculated. Anyway, I estimate that Slytherin will be in first place. It's a pity you didn't participate in the last Quidditch match, otherwise, it's not certain whether they would have won first place."
Ron becomes quite talkative when the topic of the academy comes up.
Mrs. Pomfrey could no longer tolerate the noise. "You've been here for a while now, it's time to leave."
The atmosphere here is nice, while on the other side it's snowing heavily.
Rand had also woken up not long ago, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was held tightly in his arms.
Draco's broken sobs escaped his throat, his breath trembling and rippling. Soon, Draco felt his shoulder getting wet.
Landric's body stiffened, and he reflexively and slowly raised his hand to gently stroke Draco's back.
"Waaah... Brother... Brother... Please..."
Landric didn't understand what Draco was talking about, or perhaps he was sleeping too comfortably and his mind hadn't processed it yet.
There was no immediate response, and Draco cried even louder.
In the not-so-soundproof medical ward, the cries, filtering through various objects, reached Harry's ears intermittently.
Rand is awake!
He immediately threw off the covers, intending to look for Landric, but then paused, as if thinking of something, and lay back down with a dejected expression, pulling the covers over his head again.
"Brother...where will you go from now on? Tell me...please, brother, I beg you...please..."
Draco couldn't accept his brother lying pale in the hospital bed.
He didn't know much, but he knew it was all Harry Potter's fault.
By what right?!
Draco was practically gritting his teeth, his eyes flashing with a sinister, hateful light, a madness creeping into his clenched rage.
Landric lifted Draco's head, startled.
Subsequently, "Wingardium Leviosa"
Draco felt his body float up and land on his brother's bed.
The next second, he climbed up the pole and hugged Rand tightly around the waist.
Landric gently stroked Draco's head, which gave Draco a great sense of security.
Her sobs gradually subsided. "Brother, where are you going from now on? Please tell me, brother, it hurts so much..."
Landric understood this time; Draco was telling him that his heart was aching.
Landric gently put his arm around Draco, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"Little Dragon Baby, this is fake."
"Waaah, waaaah... Gah?"
Landric couldn't help but chuckle, then leaned close to Draco's ear and whispered something.
"Xiaolong, this is fake. I'm not seriously injured. I staged this myself."
"elder brother……"
"The Philosopher's Stone is in my hands"
Draco immediately understood that this was what Landric wanted.
"That damn thing..."
"He is facing the real Voldemort," Landric dropped a bombshell.
Draco's mind went blank for a long time, and he didn't dare to speak.
"Brother... no, you can't call him by his name directly, you'll get marked!"
Draco's first thought was always Landric's safety.