HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

After Ron left, Hermione sat on a chair beside him, closed her eyes tiredly and dozed off.

Her breathing was even, but there was still a hint of worry between her brows.

Seeing this, Draco also moved his bed to a position close to the window and lay down quietly without making any sound.

Harry lay obediently on the bed, watching Hermione carefully, afraid to disturb her rest.

Harry's eyes wandered between Hermione and Draco, only to see Draco turned over with his back to them. Harry pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat up from the bed.

He walked lightly to Hermione's side, gently pulled over a blanket, and carefully placed it over Hermione.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Hermione was not awakened, and tiptoed back to his bed.

At this moment, the medical wing was quiet and silent, with only the sound of wind and rain outside the window.

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Suddenly, he noticed that Draco's body trembled slightly. Harry hesitated, then slid gently off the bed and walked to Draco's bedside.

He carefully sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Draco with concern.

Draco noticed Harry's gaze and forced himself to open his eyes, and their eyes met in the air.

Harry asked softly, "Draco, are you okay?"

Draco shook his head slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "It's okay, just a little cold."

Harry immediately stood up, walked to the window, closed it more tightly, then returned to Draco's bed, picked up an extra blanket, and gently covered Draco with it.

This series of actions surprised Draco a little. He looked at Harry, and a hint of gratitude flashed in his gray-blue eyes.

Harry smiled awkwardly and whispered, "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want you to catch a cold and infect me."

Draco snorted softly, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "You, a Gryffindor, are really a contradictory guy."

Harry smiled and said nothing more.

At this time, the atmosphere in the medical wing became much more harmonious.

He lay back on his bed, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

Time passed quietly, and when Harry opened his eyes again, the wind and rain outside the window had stopped.

Hermione was still sleeping in the chair, while Draco had sat up and was staring out the window in a daze.

Meanwhile, Cygnus stood at the edge of the Quidditch pitch, the rain seemed to avoid her and she was not wet at all.

Her gaze pierced through the rain and fell on the boy who was looking up at the sky on the Quidditch field.

He let the rain hit his body, as if feeling some comfort brought by the rain.

"Oliver," Cygnus called out.

The boy turned his head when he heard the voice, and looked at Cygnus with his bright brown eyes.

The red Gryffindor Quidditch robes were soaked and stuck to his body, making him look a little disheveled.

His brown hair was plastered to his forehead and his eyes were red, obviously he had been crying.

Cygnus walked towards him and gently cast a water-repelling and moisture-proofing charm on him, and then a drying charm.

Oliver Wood's vision finally focused, and he looked at Cygnus, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

Cygnus asked him gently, "What's wrong, Oliver?"

He lowered his head, his voice trembling a little: "I originally thought I could win. I'm about to graduate. If I can't lead Gryffindor to win a championship, it will be a lifelong regret of mine, damn Dementors."

Cygnus smiled and tried to comfort Oliver: "It's just a game, Oliver, don't be so serious."

Oliver shook his head firmly, his eyes full of determination, and said seriously word by word:

"For me, Quidditch is more than just a game, it is part of my life. I live for Quidditch, and this is the meaning of my existence."

He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist: "Either Harry catches the Golden Snitch and wins the Quidditch championship for Gryffindor; or I die on the field."

Cygnus looked at the stubborn boy in front of her. She knew that Oliver's determination was not impulsive, but came from his love and persistence for Quidditch.

Oliver frowned after hearing this. He turned his head and looked towards the direction of the medical wing, asking with concern: "How is Harry? Is he okay?"

Cygnus sighed softly and replied, "Fortunately, Draco caught Harry in time and prevented him from falling off his broom. He is fine, but his broom is useless. It was smashed into pieces by the Whomping Willow."

Oliver's eyes flashed with anger when he heard this. He clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "How dare those damn Dementors treat Harry's broom like this!"

Cygnus patted Oliver's shoulder and signaled him to calm down. "The most important thing now is that Harry is safe. As for the broom, we can think of a way later."

(Oliver hesitated, glancing at Seconas from the corner of his eye, and then pretended to cough twice and said, "Can Harry still compete on behalf of Gryffindor?"

He looked at Cygnus with great concern, for he was really afraid that such an excellent Seeker would not be able to play.

Cygnus smiled and gave him a reassuring look.

"Of course, Oliver."

Cygnus replied firmly, "Harry's injuries are not serious. He will recover soon."

Hearing Sensei say this, Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his clenched fists gradually relaxed.

He nodded gratefully, a smile playing on his face, "Thank you, Cygnus."

Segnus shook his head and smiled, "I'm still waiting for you to graduate and lead your team to the world stage."

Oliver's eyes widened and he pointed at himself in disbelief: "Me? Captain? I always thought I was just a team member."

Cygnus looked at him seriously and said firmly, "I believe in you, Oliver. You have extraordinary leadership and talent. I believe even more that you can become a Quidditch star."

When Oliver heard this, his heartbeat quickened and a blush appeared on his face.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind.

Then, he raised his head, looked at Seignus firmly, and raised a confident smile: "Thank you, Seignus, I will work hard and will not let you down."