Chapter 75

After dinner, Scott came to the school hospital alone.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey stopped him in time.

"Mr Trollope."

She looked up and down and asked him, "Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Scott smiled politely. "Good evening, Madam Pomfrey. I'll see Potter."

"Potter?"

Madam Pomfrey frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "The kid needs to rest, he has 33 bones that need to grow out! Those Gryffindor Quidditch players have been making trouble here for a long time, and I've already sent them Drive away!"

"Is he asleep?"

Scott peered inside.

"He fell asleep!"

Madam Pomfrey affirmed, waving Scott to leave.

At this time, Potter's voice came from inside, "I'm not asleep! Let him in, ma'am!"

"You need rest, child!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, turning her head.

"Just a little while," Potter pleaded. "I can't sleep, my arm hurts like a knife!"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips when she heard the words, and she glanced at Scott again before nodding, "Okay, if it's you, Mr. Trollope. Be careful, you can only talk in silence. "

"Of course, thank you."

Scott nodded quickly.

Madam Pomfrey, who was standing in front of him, got out of the way.

"Remember," she added, "you can only stay for 15 minutes at most!"

"Ok."

Scott smiled and walked into the ward.

"I am here."

Potter's voice came from a closed curtain hanging from a hospital bed.

Scott walked over and pulled the curtains back.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He dragged a stool and sat beside the hospital bed, watching Potter lying motionless under the covers.

"I'm okay."

Potter picked up the glasses with his intact hand and put them on.

"I didn't expect you to come to see me." He asked in a lukewarm tone.

"Eddie told you badly." Scott shrugged. "He said you turned half of your body into a rubber hose."

Potter's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said angrily, "Only one arm! This is all a good thing Lockhart has done!"

"I see." Scott nodded.

Potter was rather embarrassed. He said vaguely, "Anyway, thank you for coming to see me."

Scott smiled at him. "Potter, you're mad at me because I told Dumbledore about it."

"I didn't." Potter denied it without thinking, then looked away again.

"You're right!" he said slightly loudly.

It's just that the tone didn't sound like he was convincing Scott or convincing himself.

"The basilisk is too dangerous... that's deadly... Anyway, it's a great thing to be able to get rid of that monster as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, the boy seemed to really convince himself.

"Now that the monster has been solved, I not only get extra points, but also a special contribution award, isn't it great?"

He turned his head to Scott and emphasized to him, "So I'm not mad!"

Scott asked clearly: "I understand, although you think I'm doing the right thing, you still feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

"It's just some boring negativity." Potter didn't deny it, but said seriously, "That doesn't matter at all."

Scott laughed.

The consciousness of the "Savior" is still very high.

"I'm not apologizing to you for this," he told the boy, "because I thought it was necessary to say it at the time."

"I didn't even think about asking you to apologize." Potter's tone was a little stiff.

"By the way, I brought a visiting gift, I hope you like it." Scott changed the subject decisively.

"What?" Potter looked at him in surprise.

"Of course, absolutely worthless."

Scott took a slap-sized doll from his pocket and put it on the bedside table.

"Oh! Is this me?"

Potter turned to look at the doll.

This is a doll that Scott made with Transfiguration. The prototype is the three-headed Q version of Harry Potter that he saw on the Internet in his previous life, wearing a red robe. Quidditch version.

"He's still wearing a Quidditch uniform and holding a broom!" Potter smiled at the puppet. "Did you do that, thanks."

"It's a 'work' of Transfiguration, you can try calling him by name," Scott said.

Potter's expression was a little strange, "Name? Harry Potter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doll immediately moved, raised the mini broom in his hand, and shouted: "Harry Potter, WIN! Gryffindor, WIN!"

"Oh!" Potter laughed again. "So cute!"

"If you like it, Mr Potter."

Scott stood up.

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

"You can call me Harry." The boy gave him a sincere smile. "Scott."

"Okay, Harry."

Scott did not reject "Savior"'s move to bring the relationship closer, and he also smiled.

"Hope you get better soon, bye."

"Goodbye, Scott." Harry shook his intact hand.

Scott also waved his hand, turned and walked out of the ward.

The next thing to do is to wait, he thought to himself.

If Dobby still sneaked into Harry's ward in the middle of the night like the "original" that night, the [Harry Potter] doll would record the conversation between the two.

That way, Scott can also know why Dobby still chooses to mess around in Quidditch matches.

In addition, in order to more easily grasp the trend of "Savior" in the future, Scott also believes that it is necessary to place a small spy by his side.

[Harry Potter] is a "work" that he specially designed for this purpose.

Scott believes it will do what he expects from it.

After leaving the school hospital, Scott came to the library on the second floor and finished the homework for two subjects in one go.

He went back to his bedroom before curfew.

"who is it."

Eddie stuck his head out of the bed curtain.

"Oh! Scott!"

"what happened?"

Scott walked over to his bed, took off his robe and hung it on the hanger.

"Roger and Milton," Eddie said. "It's curfew time and they haven't come back."

After putting his pocket watch and wand on the table, Scott turned to him and said, "Maybe Roger is on a date?"

"I know, I think so too," Eddie said. "But Milton has always been back in the dorm before curfew, and it's never changed."

"Is it because of the mysterious organ music?" Scott frowned.

"Maybe," Eddie said.

Roger had talked about it several times before, but Scott wasn't too worried because he believed in Milton's knowledge of music.

Although Milton seems to be in a trance lately, he usually does when he's obsessed with notes.

"Maybe, Roger was right to worry."

Scott also felt something was wrong with this.

At this point, Eddie sat up and said, "I was wondering if we should go to a classical music club."

Scott thought about it and thought it would be good to go.

He also wanted to feel the magic of that music.

However, when he was about to nod his head in agreement, Milton suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Oh! Milton. We're going to find you," Eddie said.

"What's wrong?" Milton looked a little lethargic.

"Because you've never been back so late," Scott said.

"Feel sorry."

Milton walked over to the bed and sat down, and said tiredly, "I've been revising that piece, you know, I want to change her to a symphony."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with that tune?" Scott walked up to him and said, "Milton, you look bad."

Milton shook his head. "It's okay, I'm just too tired."

Scott still looked at him.

Milton reluctantly cheered up and said excitedly: "Soon, Scott! Soon we will be able to rehearse the song, you must come and enjoy it then!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it," Scott said.

He glanced at Eddie as he turned around and shook his head invisibly.

He couldn't sense anything unusual in Milton's magic.

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