HP Star Shining

Madam Pomfrey had insisted on keeping Harry in the hospital for observation over the weekend, and he hadn't complained or protested, except that he wouldn't let her throw away the remains of the Nimbus 2000.

He knew he was being stupid and that the broom could not be repaired anyway, but he couldn't help himself. It was as if he had lost a good friend and he stubbornly wanted to keep its "corpse".

When Su Xingchen walked into the Hogwarts gate trembling, he ran into Cedric right in the hallway. It was a coincidence.

"I haven't had time to congratulate you yet," she said, and then motioned Hermione and Ron to go back to the common room first. The weather was actually very cold, and they had been wearing wet clothes.

Hermione nodded and dragged Ron, who was about to say something, into the hall.

Seeing Cedric frown, Su Xingchen also knew that her image was now embarrassing. She was about to say that she was going back too, when she saw him take out his wand.

Although she was convinced in her heart that Cedric would never do anything bad, when a wand was pointed at her for the first time, an invisible fear still made her pupils dilate slightly.

Cedric cast a spell, and almost instantly, Su Xingchen's sticky hair and clothes became dry and fresh again.

She touched her hair with joy, then touched the fluffy, soft clothes, her eyes shining. This was a good spell, very useful.

"Thank you, Cedric."

Cedric smiled. The last time the little girl looked at him like this was when she wanted his bottle of repair ointment.

"By the way, congratulations, you did great today!" Su Xingchen smiled with his eyes curved.

She lied. She didn't see who was who at all. Only at the end of the game when Cedric and Harry went to chase the Golden Snitch together and Harry fell did she realize it was the two of them.

However, he just won a victory, so he wouldn't dislike hearing praise and congratulations, right?

"I'm planning to request a rematch." Cedric's expression was extremely serious. "If Potter hadn't had the accident, who knows who would have caught the Golden Snitch."

Su Xingchen thought of what George and Fred said. After discovering Harry's situation, he immediately asked for a rematch. However, since everyone felt that the result of the match was fine, a rematch should be impossible.

She shook her head slightly, "You win, Cedric, Hufflepuff wins."

"but……"

Su Xingchen originally wanted to imitate Cedric and take the opportunity to mess with his hair, but his height limited his ability. He could only pat his shoulder like a good friend and said, "Don't worry, we Gryffindors all think you won fairly."

Although she didn't see it clearly, it was confirmed by the Quidditch players themselves.

Cedric's serious and earnest face suddenly smiled. Su Xingchen thought that he was relieved, but in fact, her intentions were discovered and she was forced to compromise.

Perhaps because he was in such a good mood at the moment, Cedric decided to follow his inner thoughts. He put his big hand on the little carrot-head's head and rubbed it.

And before she could react, he withdrew his hand, said goodbye, and left.

The speed was so fast that Su Xingchen was dumbfounded.

But today, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

When Su Xingchen caught up with Hermione and Ron, he discovered that they had just stepped onto the stairs back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Why are you two walking so slowly?" Aren't you both cold and uncomfortable?

She simply asked casually, not noticing the uncomfortably staring at each other between Hermione and Ron.

During the two days of the weekend, there was a constant stream of people coming to see Harry, all of whom were eager to make him happy.

Aside from the fact that his good friends only left the hospital at night, Hagrid brought a bunch of centipede-like flowers that looked like a bunch of yellow cabbages.

Ginny, blushing, brought a get-well card she had made herself. It screamed and sang non-stop, making people's heads buzz.

After Ginny left, Harry couldn't stand it anymore and had to find a bowl to cover it.

Su Xingchen couldn't help but gasp in amazement. She simply couldn't understand the way this little girl, Ginny, thought. Or were all serious wizards like hers?

The Gryffindor team came to see Harry again on Sunday morning, and this time Wood was there too, and told Harry in a hollow, dull voice that he didn't blame him at all.

However, no matter what anyone said or did, Harry didn't feel any better.

Everyone only knows half of his troubles.

He didn't mention the "unknown" to anyone, including his good friends.

He knew Ron would panic, Hermione would scoff, and Star would comfort him, but the problem was, it had happened twice already, and each time it had almost resulted in a fatal accident.

So Harry felt that although Su Xingchen could occasionally guess or predict some things as she said, this time she was most likely just comforting him.

Will the unknown accompany him until he dies?

Would he have to be on guard against this monster for the rest of his life?

Harry felt a headache and confusion.

And there are Dementors.

He felt sick and ashamed every time he thought about them.

Everyone says Dementors are scary, but no one faints when they're around them, except him, Harry Potter.

No one would hear the voices of their dead parents when the Dementors approached.

Harry knew by now who the screaming voice in his head was, and he heard her last words as the Dementors approached.

In her last life, she tried to protect him, Harry, from Voldemort's harm, and heard Voldemort's crazy laughter when he killed her.

Harry stared at the streaks of moonlight on the ceiling, and the voices echoed in his ears again and again.

He was in a daze, and sometimes fell into dreams, in which there were cold, sticky, rotten hands and screams of fear and pleading.

After waking up suddenly, I continued to hear my mother's voice in my ears.

Repeat the cycle.

Monday morning, I finally returned to the noisy and busy school.

Harry felt it was a relief instead. He had too many things to do at school, and at least he could force himself not to think about these messy things.

"If Snape teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'll skip class." Ron said this as they walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom after lunch, because Snape had deducted a full fifty points from him in the morning Potions class and he was about to go crazy.

"Hermione, look who's in there."

Hermione looked into the classroom, "That's all right."

Professor Lupin was back, and of course he looked very ill. There were dark shadows under his eyes, and his old robes looked even looser around him.

When he looked at everyone with a smile, the classmates immediately burst into accusations, talking about what Snape had done during Lupin's illness.

Lupin frowned slightly. "Did you tell him we hadn't learned that yet?"