Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

Gray walked out of the principal's office with a heavy heart. Whether it was the French Gang or Voldemort, he had to be prepared to deal with it at all times. He felt that his shoulders were heavier than before. In the current situation, he really needed to be careful every step of the way.

The moonlight poured in from the high window, and light streaks lay across the ground, but everything in his eyes began to feel heavy.

"Please don't throw it away!"

The sound echoed in the empty and quiet corridor, coming from the campus hospital.

"Okay, Potter, if you insist... just keep it." When Madam Pomfrey turned around and was about to leave, she saw Gray standing at the door, "Oh, it's you, Professor Morris."

Gray stepped into the door of the school hospital and saw Harry sitting on the hospital bed, holding a dozen pieces of wood chips and twigs in his hands.

"Hello, Madam Pomfrey, I'm here to see Potter." Gray greeted her.

"Okay, but you can't talk for too long, Potter needs to recover now."

"Of course, I will cooperate." Gray nodded slightly.

Madam Pomfrey collected the empty bottle of medicine that Harry had just drank from the small table beside the bed and left.The small table was filled with things, including a flower that looked like a yellow cabbage, and many snacks. Next to it was a bowl with fruit, and there were many greeting cards underneath it.

"Hello, Professor." Harry whispered, then focused on the fragment in his hand.

"Good evening Harry, how are you recovering?"

"It couldn't be better." Harry answered Gray without thinking, "Countless people have asked me this question."

Gray smiled slightly. Indeed, there was an endless stream of people coming to see him today, and he would probably be bored by the questions.

"Let me guess, is this your Nimbus 2000?" Gray pointed at the pile of wreckage.

"Yes, it's broken," Harry murmured, carefully closing his hands slightly to gather the pieces together for fear of them scattering. "Maybe they can be repaired."

"But it's so damaged, Harry, that the spell can't bring it back to life..."

"I knew I was being stupid... and having some illusions," Harry said. "I felt like I had lost my best friend."

The two of them didn't say much. Gray sat on the chair beside the bed. The child in front of him only had in his heart the broomstick that accompanied him as he soared into the sky.

"Professor," Harry said, as if he had been holding back for a long time, "do you know what's ominous?"

"I know," Gray said. "Professor Trelawney said in class that something bad will happen to you, right? It's the image of a big black dog."

"Yes." Harry glanced at Gray and then looked away, "I don't know if you believe it..."

"Oh, I believe Professor Trelawney sometimes makes very accurate predictions," Gray shook his head, "But, Harry, this time it's not very accurate..."

"But it has happened twice, and both times were followed by near-fatal accidents," Harry said. "The first time I was almost hit by a Knight Bus, and the second time I fell fifty feet from a broomstick. .”

"The second time?" Gray asked, "What did you see on the day of the Quidditch match? The pattern of a big black dog?"

"I saw a big black dog standing in the stands! Just before I fell! Every time I meet a big black dog, something bad happens! I never mentioned it to Ron or Hermione again It's ominous this time, because I know Ron will panic and Hermione will sneer..." Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, "Professor, will the ominousness follow me all the time? Until I really die? Am I? Do you have to be wary of this beast for the rest of your life?”

"I understand," Gray said, "but you don't have to worry. The two things you said have nothing to do with being unknown. Trelawney is bluffing this time, Harry."

"Ok."

Harry looked like he was losing confidence, and Gray guessed he didn't want to say anything more ominous.

"I know you have been worried about 'ominous' things. You think I don't believe it, so you don't bother to talk to me." Gray said, "First of all, I am very happy that you are willing to open your heart to me, but your friends and I We are different. As a professor, when you face difficulties, I will naturally provide you with some coping methods. But believe me, this time, Harry, you don’t have to worry too much about ominous things. Sometimes, ominous things The pattern might become a kind of protection.”

"Guardian? The ominous black dog pesters me every day?" Harry couldn't understand. "I wish I could get rid of it quickly. I wish it could go away and leave me forever!"

Two blocks fell from Harry's hand.

"All of these are unfortunate things." Harry muttered, "And it's not the most unfortunate thing. The most unfortunate thing is that it still happens to me even after I know it. Why does it always happen to me?"

There was a brief silence, and only the loud whistle on the Quidditch pitch echoed in the school hospital - it was a group of students training in the evening.

"I used to be very confused. Whether it was family, friendship or studies, I would always encounter some unlucky things, while others were fine. I was indignant, but I had no ability to change what had happened. So I Gradually, I replaced the thought of 'Why did this happen to me' with 'What does this want to teach me'? This allowed me to discover a new perspective on things. Harry, we have no ability to change what has already happened. What happened, but we cannot let it happen in vain... Since it has happened, we will have experienced it, and since we have experienced it, we should grow."

Harry listened intently.

"As for the ominousness, it will not leave you, because it actually does not bother you at all, if you believe me as a professor." Gray said very sincerely, "Everything will be fine, Harry, everything lost, Will come back in another way.”

Harry did not speak, but raised his head and looked at him, his green eyes shining brightly under the candlelight. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slightly.

"Professor Morris," Madam Pomfrey came over, "Potter needs to rest, I think it's almost time."

"Okay." Gray stood up.

"Professor!" Harry placed the remains of the broomstick next to the bed. "One more thing, is there... any way to deal with dementors?"

Gray looked at him and paused for a few seconds before speaking.

"Yes, the Patronus Charm, a spell that can ward off and drive away Dementors." Gray said, "But why don't you ask Professor Lupin? I believe he will help you."

"Why can't you..." Harry hesitated.

"Forgive me, Harry, I didn't mean not to teach you." Gray said, "It's just that Lupine is a very good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and I think he may have other skills besides teaching you the Patronus Charm. If I want to talk to you about it, maybe you should talk to Professor Luping more."

"Okay." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He pursed his lips slightly and showed a shallow smile, "Thank you, Professor Morris."