Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Boring Hospital Life

The couple's dinner was brought by Mrs. Pomfrey.

Bread, apples, eggs—not a single piece of meat. Loren and Harry listlessly shoved the food into their mouths, their only thought being to get out of the hospital as soon as possible and devour the steaks and chicken legs.

Ron was still unconscious, and Madam Pomfrey fed him a bottle of medicine.

As she was leaving, Mrs. Pomfrey noticed the snacks on the table. Her expression hardened, and she packed them up and put them in her bosom, saying, "Come back for them when you are discharged."

"Sigh! When can we leave?" Loren and Harry sighed repeatedly.

At night, the moonlight, as clear as water, streamed through the window and graced the room, casting a silvery-white glow on the floor.

Loren lay in his hospital bed, reflecting on what had happened.

"Loren? Are you asleep?" Harry couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to someone.

"Going to sleep." Loren was a ruthless guy.

"..."

Harry had experienced this style many times before, but he still couldn't quite get used to it.

Harry continued, "Did you ever think we'd die?"

Loren recalled the situation: in the original story, the three little ones easily dealt with the troll without a scratch. With his involvement, they were almost all wiped out.

Loren secretly resolved to avoid participating in adventure storylines as much as possible in the future, since he didn't have the protagonist's halo.

"Seeing Ron get kicked away reminded me of what I saw of his family at the train station."

Harry's voice was low and somber. "Ron's family will be devastated by his death. You and Hermione also have families. I only have a godfather whom I met not long ago."

"I think it's a good deal for me to trade the three of you."

Loren was unaware that Harry had such thoughts: "If you just rush in, you won't be able to replace anyone, you'll just die a little faster than the others, you two idiots."

"Yeah, I guess so." Harry scratched his head. "I need to learn some powerful spells so I won't have to rush in next time I encounter a situation like this."

Loren thought for a moment. Harry still had to fight Quirrell, and next school year he would have to fight the Basilisk. Neither of these could be dealt with by spells.

"You can learn from Gryffindor and just rush in and kill them."

School has been in session for a while now, and the students of Gryffindor all know that the founder of Gryffindor, wielding a wand in one hand and a sword in the other, was primarily a melee wizard who carved out a path for himself a thousand years ago and is now considered to be the foremost of the four founders.

"That makes sense, but I'm not very strong, so I might not be as good at fighting as the headmaster of Gryffindor." Harry thought that would be cool too.

"If you have the chance, eat more and exercise more..."

The conversation went on and on, going about whatever came to mind, because the school clinic was just too boring.

……

Loren didn't remember when he fell asleep last night; when he woke up, Harry was chatting with Ron.

"I punched its disgusting nose!" Harry boasted about his heroic act, speaking with great enthusiasm, but mindful that Loren was still asleep, he lowered his voice, sounding like an old man sitting at the entrance of a residential complex bragging.

Seeing Loren sit up, the two raised their voices, mainly Harry talking, saying that Ron was coughing from time to time and hadn't fully recovered.

Ron was fine except for coughing, but Loren, watching Harry talking non-stop and Ron listening, felt that the two had switched roles.

It wasn't until Harry mentioned that all four of them experienced a magical surge, with Ron's being the most intense, his magic increasing significantly.

Ron's faint smile began to falter, and the corners of his mouth slowly widened.

Later, it was mentioned that Dumbledore would divide the money from the troll's corpse among the four of them as a reward, which was about 50 Galleons.

"Merlin's beard!"

Ron grinned, showing his gums. "At least I'll get 12 Galleons."

Loren and Harry both looked at Ron; the money was enough for him to buy a new wand and catch up with the lessons.

"Then I can buy the autographs of everyone in Charlie's Artillery Corps!"

Those words were enough to raise blood pressure, and Harry yelled, "What's going on in your head?!"

Ron then laughed heartily and said, "Of course, I'll buy a wand before that!"

Harry threw off the covers and got out of bed; he was going to throw some ashes in this man's eyes.

Midway through the meal, Mrs. Pomfrey came in to bring them breakfast and checked on Ron's condition, saying that he still had a slight injury to his lung and needed to be observed for a few more days.

Ron was putting a spoon in his mouth when he had a bold idea: "My magic surges, theirs doesn't, so does that mean I'm stronger than them?"

At this point, he became excited, "Does that mean we can beat up George and Fred now?"

"???" Harry didn't quite understand. Your first thought for getting stronger was to beat up your own brother.

"The prerequisite is that you need to master the third-year spells," Loren advised Ron.

Ron nodded. That made a lot of sense. Having strong magic power also meant being able to unleash it.

Time passed by in a blur of boasting and joking.

In the afternoon, Hermione, Neville, and Seamus came to see them, followed by Ron's three older brothers, Percy, George, and Fred.

The three Weasley children stared at Ron, who was curled up on the ground with blood seeping from his mouth, a sight that had terrified Percy.

George and Fred suggested not telling their mother about Ron's injury yet, and the usually obedient Percy agreed. Now that Ron was alright, Percy breathed a sigh of relief.

Neville and Seamus were also a little scared. They thought it was just a simple matter of notifying the professor, but their three roommates almost lost their lives.

(End of this chapter)