Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 219 Look, it’s urgent

The rain still didn't stop until dinner time, and the dripping rain could still be seen on the ceiling of the auditorium, but the wind was not as strong as during the day.

Coin ran into Ron and Hermione while eating.

"How's Harry?" Cohen asked. "Seeing you guys eating normally, he shouldn't be seriously injured..."

Ron was putting food into his mouth. His good appetite showed that Harry was not surprised.

"Harry hasn't woken up yet," Hermione said, "but Madam Pomfrey means that Harry's life is not in danger and he needs to recuperate for a few more days - why did Dumbledore take you away?"

"About Nicolas Flamel," Cohen said vaguely. "I might go to France over the Christmas holidays."

"Oh, I haven't been to France yet..." Ron said with food in his mouth.

Hermione gave him a look of disgust, because it was disgusting for Ron to do that.

"Let's go check on Harry after dinner. He should be awake by now so we can bring him something to eat," Hermione said. "He's only had a little breakfast so far and he must be starving."

"Hermione, we'll starve to death without you," Ron said after swallowing his food and taking a breath.

Seeing Ron's calm appearance now, Cohen felt that he had not yet gone back to check on Scabbers - because the fake Scabbers was manipulated by Cohen to escape at the beginning of the game.

After dinner, they rushed to the school hospital with a large bag of barbecue and a glass of pumpkin juice. As Hermione said, Harry had just woken up. From the window of the ward, they could see Harry had just sat up from the bed and looked around.

"Professor Trelawney was lying when he said your clairvoyance was inaccurate," Ron said admiringly. "How do you know Harry will wake up now?"

"Because Harry will be hungry. It's a matter of common sense, Ron," Hermione said. "Arithmancy is much more useful than Divination, and it's very interesting. I think you can also take this elective."

"No." Ron refused decisively.

"Don't even think about fitting math into my curriculum," Cohen said sternly, "even if you add a magic affix to it."

"You guys..." Hermione sighed.

They dropped the subject as they walked past Harry's hospital room door, as Harry looked anxious.

"What happened?" Harry asked anxiously after seeing Cohen and the others come in. "What was the result of the game? Why—"

"The tournament's been cancelled," Hermione said soothingly, placing Harry's dinner on the bedside table. "It's been postponed until the week before Christmas."

"Dumbledore was furious," said Coin. "That Patronus Charm he cast was as bright as the sun—"

"Patronus Charm?" Hermione wrote down the name of the spell and planned to look through the books in the library later.

"That's good..." Harry felt relieved. "If every time a Dementor appears..."

"They probably won't come to the campus anymore," Cohen said.

Unless they want to be blown away by Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus again, that would definitely not be a pleasant feeling.

"Where's my broom?" Suddenly, Harry remembered something and his face turned pale in an instant.

"..."

Hermione felt that Harry might be very sad, so she didn't say it at first.

But this delay made Harry even more sad. She pointed to a cloth bag next to the bed.

"It hit the Whomping Willow," said Ron. "Flitwick got it back for you... you know how that tree can be..."

Harry unfolded the cloth bag, revealing the Nimbus 2000, broken into tiny pieces and covered in damp sawdust.

"Cheer up! You can get a new broom," said Cohen. "How about the Firebolt? The one that came out this year?"

But it seemed that Harry still had some attachment to old things. He shook his head silently, not wanting to throw away the broom that had been with him for two years.

"Oh right..." Harry recalled some of the things he saw before he fell into a coma, "Remember what Professor Trelawney said about 'unknown'?"

"Don't be silly, Harry," said Hermione. "You can't associate everything that happens to you with something ominous—"

"But I saw it again," said Harry, "just before the Dementors flew into the arena."

"I said the Omen might be true!" Ron said worriedly, "The rest of what Trelawney said might be false, but the Omen really exists in the wizarding world - remember? Coin also saw the Omen, so the Dementors threw Neville towards us -"

"Confusing cause and effect is detrimental to people's well-being." Cohen pointed a finger at Ron. "Little Ronald, you're too superstitious. I'm on Hermione's side this time."

Those Dementors just wanted to feed him, so it seemed like Neville was the one being haunted by the ominous situation.

And the person Harry saw was clearly Sirius Black—wait, Black had come to Hogwarts after all? Hadn't he told him to wait outside Hogsmeade?

Look, I'm anxious again

Or maybe he missed James so much that he came over to secretly watch Harry's game...

"Fifteen minutes!" Madam Pomfrey walked in and reminded, "The patient needs plenty of rest!"

"I'm lying down," Harry said quickly. "I'm resting..."

"Eat some chocolate before you go to bed." Madam Pomfrey brought two large bars of chocolate to Harry. "You'll have to stay in the hospital this weekend. Those Dementors are very sensitive to the fragile-"

"I'm not fragile," Harry said unhappily.

"Of course... you are very strong..." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand to clean up the debris in the ward, "These wood chips will hurt you..."

Madam Pomfrey wanted to clear away these dangerous items near Harry because the wood splinters could easily pierce the hospital gown, but Harry insisted on keeping them, so Madam Pomfrey had to keep them.

Cohen and the others left the ward. The visiting hours in the school hospital were always very strict, but if they really wanted to stay, Madam Pomfrey would relax the restrictions a little.

Hermione chose to go to the library to read, while Ron took Cohen back to the dormitory to play chess. His chess partner Harry was in the hospital, so Cohen became the best candidate.

"Why did people invent a game where you lose if the king is captured?" Cohen, who didn't know how to play Wizard Chess, said in confusion after losing the third game. "If the king dies, can't the remaining pieces just elect a new king?"

"Because that's the rule," Ron said. "How can there be such a free game..."

It feels inferior to...the chessboard Edward gave me.

Cohen still prefers entertainment projects that are more operational, but it's a pity that Edward's production capacity is a bit low.

"I'm going to write a letter to Edward," said Cohen, bored, "and ask him to work harder."

(End of this chapter)