The holiday ended, and classes resumed as normal.
Hermione and Harry learned what Fluffy, the Three-Headed Dog, was guarding.
But precisely because of that, after getting their answer, they no longer had any further thoughts about the Philosopher's Stone.
After all, they were only a group of First Year young wizards. The reason they had been so determined to uncover the truth was merely childhood curiosity.
And besides...
Harry had been genuinely busy lately.
For the next Quidditch Match, Gryffindor had to accept Professor Snape as the referee.
Given Professor Snape's usual attitude toward Harry, and even toward all of Gryffindor—
Not only Wood, but every member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team believed that Professor Snape would likely keep his eyes peeled throughout the match, looking for opportunities to deduct points from Gryffindor.
As a result, during training, Harry had to endure the oppressive, tense atmosphere created by Wood.
Everyone's movements were constantly corrected under Wood's almost harsh scrutiny.
Harry was no exception.
By the time Dylan was nearly ready to sneak off to the Forbidden Forest, he returned to the dormitory that evening.
There, he found Harry lying listlessly on his bed, wearing an utterly lifeless expression.
After learning that Harry had been overwhelmed by how busy he had been lately, Dylan pursed his lips.
"I learned a new spell. Whenever I'm exhausted from studying, it helps me relax. Do you want to try it?"
Harry's dim eyes immediately brightened at those words. He tried to sit up, but after struggling for a moment, he only managed to lift his head.
"Of course!"
Dylan gave a slight nod and drew his wand.
"Serenitas Lux!"
Soft pink particles bloomed from the tip of his wand. The moment they touched Harry, they sank into his body.
Harry felt his weary nerves