Harry, You'd Be Happy If Your Parents Taught You the Patronus Charm, Right? (Continued)

Not even the first-year girls had fainted.

He!

Harry Potter!

The Boy Who Lived, who had supposedly defeated the Dark Lord!

The great hero every child in the wizarding world had grown up listening to stories about!

A brave Gryffindor!

Had actually been scared unconscious by a single Dementor!

And now the entire school knew about it!

Everywhere he went, people pointed and whispered behind his back.

Harry finally understood what true social death felt like...

And the most agonizing part was that Colin Creevey... his die-hard fan...

Was still lurking around everywhere, waiting for him to show up!

Once he succeeded in catching him, it was photos, autograph requests, interviews...

A perfectly smooth little combo!

Before, Harry might have just put up with it.

But now, at such an embarrassing time...

Harry only felt even more mortified.

Especially when Colin had asked him today...

Whether his fainting had been an act.

Whether pretending to faint was a good way to avoid Dementors.

Whether it was like playing dead when encountering a bear.

Otherwise, why had he fainted back then...

Harry could only flee in utter defeat.

Harry sighed as he recalled that embarrassing experience from the morning.

He had just sat down on a bench by the corridor.

When, from the corner of his eye, he spotted that familiar boy with a camera appearing at the stairwell.

"Shit! Can't you let me rest for a second?!"

Harry grabbed his schoolbag and bolted upstairs.

"Mr. Potter! Can you tell me whether fainting really was part of your strategy?"

Hearing that, Harry wished the floor would split open so he could crawl inside...

So he could only keep running upstairs.

In one breath, he made it all the way to the eighth floor.

Only when Colin's voice could no longer be