Without waiting for Harry to speak, Qiu Zhang patted Harry on the shoulder and left the school hospital with Ms. Poppy.

After Ms. Poppy and Cho Chang left, Harry sat up in the bed and looked at Hermione.

"Hermione! What are you going to do?"

However, at this time Hermione lay back on the bed, curled up in the quilt, leaving only a sentence "I'm tired, good night" and no longer spoke.

After staring at Hermione for a while, Harry, who didn't understand what Hermione meant, lay back on the bed.

After a while, Ms. Poppy brought Harry dinner and a tranquilizer.

Although this time Harry still tried to convince Ms. Poppy that he was completely fine and didn't need to take medicine.

But faced with Ms. Poppy, who could include six professional terms, seven possible injuries, eight points of professional attitude, ninety percent of professional diagnosis, and a compassionate heart of a doctor in one sentence, Harry had no choice but to drink the potion after dinner.

Perhaps Harry was too tired from the battle at noon, or perhaps Ms. Poppy's potion was too powerful.

After drinking the potion, Harry fell asleep and did not wake up until exercise time the next morning.

Just as Harry was about to sneak out of the hospital, he was caught by Ms. Poppy who came to check on him. After a careful examination, she allowed Harry to leave.

But before Harry left, Madam Poppy went to check on Hermione, who was lying in the bed next to Harry.

Then Ms. Poppy exclaimed, "How could this happen?"

Then Ms. Poppi immediately left the ward quickly. Judging from the noise in the next room, Ms. Poppi seemed to be looking for medicine.

Harry, knowing what the situation was, walked to Hermione's bed.

Hermione, lying on the hospital bed, had an unnatural flush on her face and her body was trembling slightly.

After sighing, Harry cast a Lay on Hands on Hermione.

As the light of holy healing flashed on Hermione's body, the abnormal blush on Hermione's face faded away, and Hermione, lying on the hospital bed, opened her eyes.

"If you continue like this..."

Before Harry could finish his words, "You'll die if you keep going like this," Hermione reached out and grabbed Harry's collar, then jumped up from the bed and, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, she sucked away some of the radiant power that Harry had recovered after resting.

"You're here, aren't you?"

After loosening Harry's collar, Hermione licked her lips and glanced out the window.

"Come on, it's time for exercise, isn't it?"

While Hermione was speaking, Ms. Poppy rushed into the ward holding several medicine bottles, and then she saw Hermione sitting on the bed.

Apparently, Hermione, who could lie with her eyes open, was more persuasive than Harry in dealing with Ms. Poppy.

Hermione tried to explain away her flushed face by saying that it was due to her special physique. If she didn't sleep in a way that was particularly close to nature, she would feel very hot, and her face would flush, her body would tremble, and she would sweat profusely.

Obviously, Hermione couldn't sleep in this slightly unrestrained way in the school hospital, so if Hermione wanted to return to normal, she had to be discharged from the hospital.

Faced with Hermione's explanation, the skeptical Ms. Poppy discharged Hermione from the hospital and asked her to come to the school hospital for a check-up every day for the next week to prevent the situation from worsening.

Hermione then left the hospital wing with Harry.

After leaving the hospital wing, Harry looked at Hermione beside him and asked, "What did you mean by that yesterday?"

Hermione tilted her head and looked at Harry.

“I thought I was dying at the time, so at least someone knew my story.”

Harry paused for a moment after hearing Hermione's words before continuing.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Then what are you talking about? I don't understand, but it's almost time to exercise now. If you have anything to say, talk about it after you finish exercising."

Before Harry could ask again, Hermione trotted out of the hospital wing.

When I got to the place where I usually exercised in the morning, I met Draco and Ron, as well as Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry found that he now had no chance to ask Hermione what she meant by suddenly saying those words to Qiu Zhang yesterday.

However, seeing Harry and Hermione appear together, there was actually communication between the two of them, no longer ignoring each other like they did in the previous few months.

Ron was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

Announcing that now that you're all reconciled, I shouldn't have to bench press 200 anymore, so I'm going to take a break today to celebrate.

Then the excited Ron realized that no matter what the relationship between Harry and Hermione was, he, Ron Weasley, had to exercise.

Even because of his "I'm relieved" speech, when doing push-ups this morning, it was no longer Draco or Hermione sitting on his back, but Hermione and Harry.

Although Ron was sweating profusely after morning exercise and was so tired that he stuck out his tongue, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Ron, with a bright smile on his face, returned to the Great Hall with Harry and Hermione.

For some reason, Professor Snape seemed to be in a good mood today.

The expression on his face finally turned from cloudy to sunny after a long period of being overcast.

The change in Professor Snape's expression not only made the other professors in the teaching booth look at him sideways, but even the students at the Gryffindor table cried out in grief.

Apparently, Professor Dumbledore announced at dinner yesterday that Professor Quirrell had left us forever.

So, watching Professor Snape's cloudy day turn to sunny, the Gryffindor students immediately came to a conclusion, that is, Professor Snape was in a good mood because he was about to teach the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts that he had always wanted to teach.

It is really regrettable that among all subjects, the only subject that does not assign after-class paper assignments has fallen into ruin.

But before Harry could analyze, like the other Gryffindor students, why Professor Snape's weather changed from cloudy to sunny, and whether his Potions class grades could be saved.

Qiu Zhang sat next to Harry.

Although a long time had passed, Qiu Zhang still came to the Gryffindor table to eat from time to time.

But there are obviously some small changes this time compared to the past.

That was Qiu Zhang today. She seemed to be wearing light makeup, and she did not politely ask Ron or Draco, who were sitting next to Harry, to move forward as she did in the past.

Instead, like an axe splitting wood, it squeezed in between Harry and Hermione.

This way of forcing their way in made the situation a little awkward for a while.

Especially after Qiu Zhang found that he could not squeeze Hermione, he simply sat half of his body on Harry, which attracted many curious people to look at him.

However, the awkward atmosphere did not last long as it was interrupted by today's owl email.

Just as Fudge said yesterday, Harry was on the front page of today's Daily Prophet.

The photo of him shaking hands with Fudge took up most of the newspaper's space.

But when he saw the headline in the Daily Prophet, the corner of Harry's eye began to twitch.

Because the headline of the newspaper is "Heartwarming! Minister of Magic pays tribute to Basilisk slayer."

Along with Harry's eyes twitching, letters of condolence came flying in like snowflakes.

All kinds of people Harry had met and hadn't met sent him congratulatory letters.

Faced with the letters that came in like snowflakes, Harry had to ask his friends to help him deal with them.

After all, Harry's etiquette training prevented him from ignoring these letters. He had to reply to others even if he only wrote a sentence.

Some of these letters were from people whose surnames Harry felt somewhat familiar with, probably parents of Hogwarts students, thanking Harry for killing all the basilisks in Hogwarts and saving their children.

Others simply thanked Harry for his contribution, and kept on saying thank you to Harry for saving them from the threat of the Dark Lord and the Basilisk.

Apart from those who expressed their gratitude, the rest of the letters started to get strange.

A witch sent a half-naked photo to Harry, indicating that she knew Harry was an orphan and was willing to adopt Harry and give him all the motherly love and raise him up.

Although the letter was full of maternal love, the girl posing in hot poses in the photo could not stop the deterioration of maternal love.

However, before Harry could see clearly the face of the hot witch in the photo with the lip print, the letter and the photo were destroyed by Qiu Zhang and Hermione.

There are also publishing houses that want to work with Harry to publish his autobiography.

Although Harry had no intention of publishing his autobiography for the time being, he felt that the story of Draco and himself could be sold for money, and his production capacity was insufficient.

If wizards can’t sell this, don’t muggles still have it?

So Harry replied to the letters from these publishers on the spot and said they could discuss it in detail when they had time.

Among these letters, the strangest one was the one from Gilderoy Lockhart, who called himself the 'greatest adventurer', expressing his admiration for Harry and inviting him to join the adventure if he was willing.

You can go with him to explore the ruins of the Asahi Empire in Central Asia this summer.

Harry's eyes couldn't stop twitching when he saw the title 'The Greatest Adventurer'.

Ron noticed that Harry's expression was not right. After seeing that the sender was Lockhart, he immediately said that this person was just a liar who deceived the world and stole his reputation.

He's just a bastard who steals other people's achievements. Harry must not believe his lies.

So before Harry could react, the electric spark bounced off Hermione's hand and destroyed the letter again.

However, Qiu Zhang held the opposite opinion to Ron's statement.

Qiu Zhang said that Lockhart was actually quite capable, although he was still some distance away from being the 'greatest', after all, there was Merlin ahead of him.

But he still deserves the title of adventurer.

So Qiu Zhang and Ron had an unusually small argument about whether Lockhart was a fool or not.

Until Qiu Zhang opened a letter from the Ministry of Magic.

The letter invited Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic next Monday to receive an honor.

The Ministry of Magic will award Harry with a First Class Order of Merlin as a reward for his contribution.

After seeing the letter, Qiu Zhang immediately hugged Harry excitedly, and then performed some oral gymnastics with Harry amid whistles.

Just as Qiu Zhang let go of Harry, Qiu Zhang heard Hermione next to him ask Harry.

"Harry, what are you going to wear to the Ministry of Magic next Monday?"

Qiu Zhang turned his head and looked at Hermione with some confusion.

Then Qiu Zhang saw that Hermione was also holding a letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Looking at Qiu Zhang who was sitting on his lap, and Hermione beside him.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Harry's forehead, and a terrible thought flashed through Harry's mind, 'Oh my god... am I going to repeat the mistakes of Captain Evil?'

Just as Harry felt a chill running down his spine from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, Draco's voice sounded again beside Harry.

"I'm going next Monday too, Harry, what do you say we should just go in our school uniforms?"

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