Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 349 Awakening
"No meow..."

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Fish rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed in the infirmary.

Then I saw Professor McGonagall sitting by the bed and a large group of students behind her.

In other words, Fish and Harry didn't have any major problems, otherwise Madam Pomfrey would have gone mad with so many people crowded in the infirmary.

"Fish, are you alright?"

Professor McGonagall reached out and touched the little cat's forehead, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, meow!"

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The little cat replied vigorously, then touched its belly, and said, "It's just that Fish is a little hungry now..."

"I have something to eat!"

"I have it too!"

"Fish eats mine first, this is a big portion and easy to get full!"

As soon as the girls standing behind Professor McGonagall heard Maomao shouting for hunger, they immediately took out all kinds of food from their pockets and handed them to Fish.

Fish casually took the two seemingly hungry foods, and while unpacking them, he asked, "Where's Harry? Is he alright?"

Patting Fish's little head in relief, Professor McGonagall pointed to the hospital bed next to Fish, and replied: "Potter is lying there, and he hasn't woken up yet. The impact will be greater.”

"Oh……"

The little cat nodded half-understanding, chewed the food in its mouth, and agreed vaguely: "Harry is indeed a weak meow."

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Just as he was talking, Ron's voice suddenly came from the next door——

"Thank goodness, Harry, you're finally awake!"

Fish immediately jumped off the bed, ran over with the food in his hand, and the others naturally followed behind in a swarm.

So when Harry just opened his eyes and was still in a daze, he found that he was surrounded by people.

"Harry, do you want something to eat meow?"

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The little cat borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and passed the food in his hand.

"Huh? Oh... no, thank you."

Harry was stunned for a moment, politely rejected Mao Mao's kindness, then endured the pain everywhere in his body, and sat up from the hospital bed...

Although Dumbledore used spells to save Harry in time, the situation happened too suddenly, and Dumbledore could not completely relieve the force of his fall, so Harry was not seriously injured, but some minor injuries Small bruises and abrasions were numerous.

Seeing the way Harry grinned when he sat up, Fish conveniently patted him with the rejuvenation technique.

"Thank you."

Feeling the pain in his body subside quickly, Harry thanked him again.

Then, he turned his head and asked the most concerned question——

"How's the game going?"

The crowd was silent.

Only Fish shook his head, "Fish just woke up too, I don't know meow."

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Harry's heart sank, but he still held a glimmer of hope and asked, "We didn't...lose, did we?"

"That kid Malfoy caught the Snitch," Fred said through gritted teeth, "he must have caught it secretly while Fish was fighting off the dementors. When the dementors first appeared, I saw him with my own eyes. Flee away on a broomstick!"

"But that's the way the rules are. The Slytherins caught the Snitch, so they win."

George added regretfully on the sidelines.

Harry buried his face between his knees and ran his hands through his hair, looking mortified.

His teammates quickly comforted him.

On this matter, Fico, who didn't understand Quidditch, couldn't get in the way. He sat aside, nibbling the food in his hands silently.

After being comforted by his teammates, Harry also quickly recovered from his annoyance. Anyway, they had won the championship once, so even though they lost the game, they were not particularly sad.

Not to mention that Slytherin "stealed" this match. Everyone was still unconvinced and didn't feel that they had really lost.

So everyone attacked Slytherin and Malfoy with the same hatred.

The few Slytherin girls who were next to Fish curled their lips in disdain. They didn't think there was anything wrong with what Malfoy and the others did.

And Fish didn't join in the fun. Although he didn't know much about the rules of Quidditch, since Ms. Hooch believed that Slytherin had won, it is also allowed by the rules to come to Malfoy. I can only say that Harry Too timid to give them a chance.

But the caring cat didn't bother Harry any more, and continued to nibble on the food silently...

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After a while, everyone quickly quieted down again. Harry looked at them suspiciously, and found that his teammates seemed a little weird, and Ron was hesitant to speak.

Harry suddenly had an ominous premonition, because he remembered his broomstick...

He vaguely remembered that he fell off the broom at that time, and before he was completely unconscious, he seemed to see his Nimbus 2000 blown away by the strong wind in mid-air, but Harry didn't know exactly where it flew to. .

"Did someone take my halo?"

Harry looked at Ron nervously.

"Uh……"

"what's wrong?"

Harry looked from one to the other, feeling even more anxious.

Ron hesitated for a moment, and then replied with a groan, "That's right... when you fell, it was blown away by the wind."

"and after?"

"And then...it hit...on the Whomping Willow."

Harry's insides constricted.

"And then?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Well, you know the Whomping Willow," said Ron. "It...it doesn't like being bumped. Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you woke up."

As he spoke, he slowly bent over to pick up a bag at his feet and turned it upside down, leaving a dozen splinters and twigs on the bed, the remains of Harry's Nimbus 2000.

"I'm sorry, bro."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, and the other teammates gave a few words of comfort with empathy.

It's just that at this time, Harry couldn't listen to anything at all, and could only stare blankly at the pile of debris in front of him in a daze.

"Minerva..."

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Fish put down the food in his hands, and tugged Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Why don't you give Harry another broom, didn't you say that you can use the team's funds to buy Meow?"

Professor McGonagall rubbed Fish's head, and said with a wry smile: "The broom last time has almost consumed the team's funds. Even if you want to buy it now, you can probably only afford a sweeping five-star or Comet 260 broom. .”

Gryffindor is not taken advantage of like Malfoy, and it is not so easy to buy a new broom.

"I can buy a broomstick myself, and it will definitely not affect the subsequent games!"

After gritted his teeth for a while, Harry said.

He even raised an idea just now, to use all his savings to buy a Firebolt, and help the team win the championship in the following games, but this somewhat angry idea was quickly suppressed by Harry, But if you buy another Nimbus 2000, there is no problem.

Even choosing to buy Nimbus 2001 is not a problem, and 2001 is not much more expensive than 2000, which is within the range that Harry can afford.

It was just out of nostalgia for his own broom and dislike of Slytherin and Malfoy that Harry didn't want to use the same broom with them.

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　The original book is very strange here. After Harry’s broom broke, he didn’t immediately think about buying a new broom. Instead, he used the very worn-out "Meteor" that was eliminated by the team to train for a long time, and waited until Christmas nearly three months later. On the [-]st, Sirius sent the Firebolt.

　　Afterwards, the Firebolt was checked by Professor McGonagall. Seeing that he was about to miss the game, he thought about buying a new one... This was logically unreasonable, and it felt like forcing the Firebolt to play.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)