Chapter 1346 This Moment Finally Arrives

Professors Blaine and Dumbledore took Professor Slughorn out of the hospital wing. Their quick and firm steps seemed to indicate that the conversation they were about to have was of great importance.

Sirius looked at the backs of the people leaving, wanting to say something but ultimately just stood there dejected, not saying a word.

Then there was Professor Snape.

After the three professors disappeared from his sight, he also started to walk out staggeringly.

"Everyone get on the bed!"

Seeing that the troublemakers had left, Madam Pomfrey finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled out her wand and repaired the broken glass sliding door, then turned around and glared at everyone angrily.

"Is there anything else that needs to be arranged, Minerva?"

Professor Sprout adjusted her hat, which was covered with pudding, and glanced vaguely at the ward where Vitia was imprisoned.

"I can guarantee it with my life, guys--"

Frommid said in a hurry,

"Vitia will not harm any living being here. Her previous actions were only out of necessity!"

"I hope you understand, Frommid--"

Professor McGonagall glared at Frommid sternly and said,
"That house holds a dark witch who can fight Amosta, and just across the wall are the young wizards of Hogwarts. We can't take any risks!"

Then, Professor McGonagall made arrangements.

She rejected Arthur and others' request to take care of Vitia, and said in a tone that could not be refused,

"Filius, Pomona, and of course Flomid, I and you will be in charge of watching over her. The rest of you have been through a brutal battle in the first half of the night. Each of you needs to rest!"

As they spoke, the four of them walked into the single ward one after another.

Madam Pomfrey gave everyone the potion one by one, leaving no one behind except Hagrid.

She forced everyone to go to bed with a stern look that did not allow for negotiation, and finally, Madam Pomfrey returned to her own little room.

It had been a very hard night for her, and she needed to take a rest.

After November came, due to the influence of damp and cold, at least twenty or thirty young wizards came to her every day to treat severe colds, and Madam Pomfrey had to ensure that she had plenty of energy.

Harry originally thought that Sirius would communicate something to him.

But in the end he obeyed Madam Pomfrey's instructions, ignored the hints from her eyes, walked silently to a bed by the window, kicked off his shoes, and covered himself with the quilt along with his dirty clothes.

Harry, who was lying on the bed, was also keeping his eyes on Sirius, but he only left a half-hidden glimpse of the back of his head.

Neville had joined his bed to his father and mother and was mumbling something to them.

Harry guessed that he was trying to comfort them.

After all, Bellatrix's escape was the only downfall of the night.

In order to calm the brothers Fred and George down, Mr. Weasley moved the bed between them.

But it was in vain, for two minutes later Mr. Weasley himself was asleep, and Fred and George crept out of bed and carried their father to the bed near the fire.

Ron and Ginny watched this scene and sneered.

“Hehe——”

In order to get Hagrid a bed that could fit him, Madam Pomfrey used up all her stock of bedding, so there was no more to cover him with.

Hagrid had no choice but to wrap himself up in his moleskin coat, muttering in dissatisfaction.

"I feel left out. No one tells me anything!"

Harry grinned, his bad mood slightly relieved by the prophecy.

He looked at Sirius again. He seemed to be really asleep, lying there motionless.

He sighed slightly and looked away, only to see Hermione in the next bed looking at him with her bright brown eyes flashing in the darkness.

"Sirius must be worried—"

Hermione moved her head towards him and whispered.

"worry about what?"

Harry asked, but there was a vague voice in his heart.

"Of course I'm worried about what Professor Brain promised--"

Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone,

"He was worried that Professor Brain was just saying that to stop him from getting mad at Professor Snape.
But if it is true, he is probably also worried. If he really sees the ghosts of your father and mother, how can he apologize? Because of his advice, they died. Moreover, he stayed in Azkaban for so many years and didn't take good care of you. "

"He doesn't need to apologize," Harry blurted out.

Hermione just blinked.
"You haven't told me yet, what exactly is the prophecy, Harry? What did Professor Dumbledore tell you that caused Sirius and you to be so angry with Professor Snape?"

Their whispering was noticed by Ron, who tilted his head and looked at him with his ears perked up.

"This is a long story indeed—"

Harry yawned.
"let's talk tomorrow."

The tiredness was real, but more than that, Harry didn't want to talk about what Professor Dumbledore had told him when Neville was nearby.

He didn't have any bad feelings towards Neville, he just felt a little weird.

The school hospital returned to silence, and gradually, snoring sounds, some soft and some loud, could be heard from each bed.

Harry, who was already half asleep, noticed that Hermione was still awake. She was lying on the bed with her head raised, looking at the ward where Vitia was imprisoned in a strange posture.

Was it because Hermione was worried that the witch would do something bad while they were asleep, or was it because of Professor Brain?
There are many little witches in the school who admire Professor Brian.

But Harry noticed early on that Hermione had a subtle feeling for Professor Blaine.

Just like the subtle feelings Ron had for Hermione before the Christmas ball during the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry fell asleep.

But his thoughts were still turning in his sleep.

Like Sirius, Professor Blaine's final promise occupied his mind.

Such a magical thing. Can Professor Brian really do it?
It should be possible. Professor Dumbledore's words seem to provide confirmation from the side.

Then
What should he say to his father and mother?

What would his father and mother say to him?

Tell them about the injustice he had suffered at the hands of the Dursleys?
No. This would only make the deceased spirits of his parents feel guilty. He should say something nice.

For example, he made many good friends at Hogwarts; for example, he and Sirius got to know each other again; for another example, he found a girl he loved, and she was now sleeping two beds away from him, and the girl also had subtle feelings for him.

Harry turned over in his sleep, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The experience of his previous relationship told him that if he met a girl he liked, he should act quickly, otherwise, something regrettable might happen.

So when should I confess?

Is tomorrow too soon? Or should we wait until Voldemort is dead and everyone is happy?
It’s only a few days away anyway, right?

Harry's heart was filled with happiness. His parents would be happy to hear this.

The piercing screams were like a thousand female ghosts extending their nails and scratching on a blackboard. The sound was so driving people crazy and excruciatingly painful!
Who is calling out in the early morning?

Harry thought angrily.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the panic-stricken faces surrounding him, he suddenly realized that the person who made the shrill scream was himself!
Everyone in the school hospital rushed to his side. Harry even saw the face of Vitia Cliona, who was imprisoned in a solitary ward, between the swaying shadows.

Many people were talking to him.

Hermione was crying, of course, and Ron looked pale and about to faint, and Sirius was shouting at him with concern.

But Harry couldn't hear what was said because his eyelids were unable to close due to the pain.

He could only feel himself being lifted up.

They carried him out of the school hospital, through the freezing cold corridors in the early morning, and then climbed the stairs, climbing up and up.

Oh. It's the principal's office.
Harry caught a glimpse of the iconic stone lions outside Professor Dumbledore's office.

Before solving his problem, would anyone be so kind as to knock him out first?
Harry, who was tortured by extreme pain and felt like dying, thought lightly, and then he entered the headmaster's office.

"Mr. Potter, Albus, are you quick Amosta?"

Professor McGonagall was the one who spoke, but judging by the confusion at the end of her tone, something strange seemed to be happening.

Many people around him left in a rush, and Harry's vision became clearer. Then, he saw Professor Brain lying on the ground.

"fast"

Amosta used all his willpower to suppress the burning pain in his soul and forced a sound out of his throat.

"He's coming. Let all students retreat!"

(End of this chapter)