[HP] So you are such Anita

There were many people standing outside the medical room, the Veles family, Mr. Black, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, and some adult wizards Anita didn't know.

The white wall in the corridor was now a glass window, and they could only look at Harry through the glass window. Under the white reflection, Harry was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed. To be honest, Harry took off his black-rimmed glasses Rishi is so alien to Anita that at first glance, Anita barely recognizes her.

Before Harry recovers, he will just fall into a deep sleep like this. The therapist said that as long as he wakes up, he is not in a normal state, so putting him in a coma is the way to control his condition from getting worse, so these friends I can only look at him from a distance like this before the treatment.

Next to the therapist in the dark green robe, there were a few guys in white robes, with caps like scarves on their heads, and the therapist was talking to them.

Those white robes were from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, and now they had joined in Harry's treatment.After all, the Department of Mysteries has made some achievements in the study of soul issues, and since the crystal ball was predicted to explode, those guys have been very idle.

"Harry's current situation is not optimistic, and you don't need to have too much expectations," Sirius said in a low voice at this time, which seemed hoarse than usual, "It's not anyone's fault, this problem has always existed since that day , but we didn't find out."

Even Sirius Black had said so, so perhaps Harry's chances of recovery were really slim.Everyone looked at Harry, their eyes full of sadness. Ginny stood behind Ron and wept silently, while Mrs. Veles covered her face with red eyes and walked out quickly.

Another friend is leaving.

Anita's somewhat calm mood began to churn again under Draco's reassurance. Although there was no particularly deep intersection between her and Harry, Harry was the guy she had been paying attention to since she was 11 years old. She also had a relationship with him. She had gone through many life-and-death adventures together, and now that he lay there, she was very sad.

Anita took a deep breath and pulled Draco out as well. She didn't want to stay in this oppressive atmosphere for too long, and sadness never solved any problems.

At the corner of the stairs, she met Tom who was going up. He greeted Anita and prepared to go upstairs.

When they passed each other again, Anita stopped Tom, "Is it really going to die?"

Tom raised his eyebrows, "It depends on Potter himself. He has to face Voldemort face to face. If he can devour Voldemort's soul, he will be fine. If he can't, Dumbledore will forcefully cut it at the moment Voldemort devours him." .”

"It sounds like a lot of life." Anita murmured.

Tom shook his head, "Do you think Potter's mind is comparable to me now? If it's not comparable to me now, how can it be compared to me decades later? I'm not boasting, I'm telling the truth, Potter, he's bound to be swallowed by Voldemort, and after that it's up to Dumbledore's hand."

A hint of amusement flashed in Tom's eyes, "It's interesting to say that in the end it is Dumbledore who decides Potter's life or death."

This guy is really straight, and Anita knows he is like that, so she doesn't get angry at his watching mentality.Although he told her all about it, most likely he wanted to express his gloating over Dumbledore's decision to decide Potter's life and death.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon," Tom smiled at Anita, "If Potter doesn't wake up tomorrow morning, you can prepare a memorial service for him, although I think the atmosphere here is a bit like, Um, goodbye."

Under Anita's gradually icy eyes, Tom wisely shut his mouth and turned to go upstairs.

And after Tom went up, Hermione and the others were kicked out. Hearing from Hermione, Harry's treatment had already started, and they couldn't stand by, so they had to go back to Hogwarts with Professor McGonagall.

Not long after they returned, the whole of Hogwarts learned about Harry's situation, but everyone only knew that Harry was being treated in St. Mungo's, but they didn't know much about the reason.

As a result, the rumors about Harry split into many different versions. Some said that he only broke out because of the sequelae left by the Chamber of Secrets incident, and some said that he was attacked by the mysterious man's loyalists in Hogsmeade. Some said that he had been living in a high-pressure atmosphere, and this year's atmosphere was particularly oppressive, which made him fall ill.

In short, everyone is generally sympathetic to Harry's condition, and even some of Harry's admirers shut themselves in the dormitory and kept crying, such as Gryffindor's Ginny Veles and Colin Creevey.

Nobody even in Slytherin made a sarcasm about it, and of course Anita knew it might be because she and Draco didn't look so pretty.

But at least she didn't have to lose her temper with those heartless bastards for this matter, and ruin her image as a tall prefect.

On this special day, the night watch became a comfort to my uneasy mood. On this night, neither Anita nor Draco was guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor or Ravenclaw lounges. hands, walking back and forth on the seventh floor, which was the quietest in the past.

However, the seventh floor is not quiet, even the portrait lost sleepiness tonight.

The candles on the wall were blown by the wind, extinguished and ignited, and ignited and extinguished again. The candle flames distorted and frightened their shadows. In the flickering candlelight, the wizards in the portraits were discussing in low voices. Today's hot topic.

Loud whispers poured into Anita's Draco's ears, disturbing.Anita swung her wand hard, and with screams and curses, all the portraits in the corridor were turned upside down, leaving only the sound of the wind and their footsteps in the corridor.

Finally calmed down, Anita rubbed her chest that had been stuffy since this morning. Her brain seldom transmits grief to her, so she has always maintained an almost indifferent calmness. However, sometimes her body will react on its own.

All that has happened recently is indeed too suffocating, and she has to think about it and not allow herself to fall into this sad and negative emotion.

After all, people die early and die late, and everyone will meet in the soil. She just died later, so she can do more things and enjoy the sunshine and rain outside the soil for a while.

What's the need to grieve, she's alive, she wants to do so much, she doesn't have time to grieve.

Draco kept looking at Anita with worried eyes, and Anita gave him a reassuring smile after feeling relieved.

Draco was about to smile back at Anita, but saw a pearly white mist looming behind her.

Draco hurriedly pulled Anita back, but the mist gradually condensed into the appearance of a lady, holding a pale rose in her hand.

It turned out to be just a ghost, Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Anita's heart skipped a beat. It was her again, that nagging ghost. Although she didn't know why she came to look for her, as a junior of the Field family, Anita felt that she should show some respect to her. .

"Mrs. Gutaruff, good night." Anita gave a wizard salute to the ghost.

Gutaluf stroked the rose to his heart, "May you choose to forgive, and that choice will come soon."

Anita is tired of the word "forgive" now, she really can't figure out what she wants to forgive, she doesn't blame her parents, she doesn't resent Faol and Muller, but this lady is always "Forgiveness" whispered in her ear, as if she were the Dark Lord who wanted to destroy the world.

Anita endured her displeasure, and looked at Mrs. Gutaruff, "The forgiveness you keep talking about, is it for me or for you? You can't forgive the Muggle who burned you, even if you know You owe them, but you can't forgive either?"

With tears on Gutaluf's face, she said softly to Anita, "Yes, I can't forgive, I still can't forgive the Muggles who burned me to death, but I should forgive them."

Anita was stunned for a while, she didn't expect that the angry words she said casually actually hit the mark, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to let others do things that you can't do yourself."

"It's ridiculous, but I think I should tell you," Madame Gutaluf's tears continued, "One side's victory comes with the other's blood, and I will disappear tonight, no matter what future the world will bring , I don’t even want to see it again. But I still want to tell you the last thing.”

"Do you have the ability to predict? But how can ghosts have the ability to predict..." Anita felt a little uneasy seeing Gutaluf's sad look.

"This is not a prophecy, I just know more." Gutaluf looked at Anita and said softly, "I hope you choose to forgive, if you can't forgive too much, then I hope you can forgive yourself."

forgive yourself?

Anita frowned, this guy was getting more and more disturbing, and when Anita was about to say something, Gutaluf disappeared into the corridor again, as if she had never appeared Same.

As always, after saying something inexplicably disturbing and then disappearing immediately, Anita shook her head, trying to forget everything she had just heard.

She didn't want to hear unfounded but shocking words.

The wind was still blowing the candles, and the corridor on the seventh floor was still bright and dark. Draco didn't ask Anita about the ghost just now. He didn't need to ask about many things. If Anita thought it was necessary to tell him, then she Naturally, he would tell him that at this time, he just needs to stand by her side and accompany her.

Anita is very opinionated, and so is he, so they both know the best way to be with each other.

Pat, clack, there was the sound of someone running in the silent corridor.

Anita and Draco were all too familiar with this sound, why on earth did they patrol every night rain or shine, wasn't it for the sound of footsteps like this.

And the sound of footsteps running towards them, what should I say, there is no reason why the points sent up are not deducted.Anita and Draco raised their wands in the direction of the footsteps.

And under the intertwined glow of the wand and the candlelight in the corridor, they saw Hermione and Ron coming.

Draco was a little disappointed, but Anita saw the excited expressions of Hermione and Ron, could it be that...

"Professor McGonagall just told us that Harry's treatment was successful!"

The long-lost sweetness filled her heart, and Anita smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"We have to tell more people, goodbye, Anita!"

Hermione and Ron came and went in a hurry, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.