Madam Pomfrey brought them dinner.
Bread, apples, eggs—not a scrap of meat. Loren and Harry listlessly shoved the food into their mouths. They only wanted to be discharged as soon as possible and devour some steak and chicken legs.
Ron was still unconscious. Madam Pomfrey fed him a bottle of potion.
Before leaving, Madam Pomfrey spotted the snacks on the table. Her expression turned stern as she packed them up and tucked them into her robes. "Come get these when you're discharged."
"Sigh! When can we leave?" Loren and Harry sighed repeatedly.
At night, moonlight flowed like water through the window, cheerfully entering the room and spreading a silvery layer across the floor.
Loren lay on the hospital bed, recalling what had happened.
"Loren? Are you asleep?" Harry couldn't sleep and wanted someone to talk to.
"I'm asleep." Loren was a heartless fellow.
"..."
Harry had encountered this style many times already, but he still couldn't quite get used to it.
Harry continued, "Did you ever think we might die?"
Loren recalled the situation. In the original story, the trio had dealt with the troll easily without suffering a single injury. With him involved, they had nearly all been wiped out.
Loren silently made up his mind to avoid getting involved in adventurous plotlines whenever possible. He didn't have protagonist plot armor.
"When I saw Ron get kicked away, I remembered seeing his family at the train station."
Harry's voice was quiet and distant. "If Ron died, his whole family would be devastated. You and Hermione both have family too. I only have a godfather I was reunited with not long ago."
"I think trading myself for the three of you would've been worth it."
Loren hadn't known Harry had been thinking that way. "Charging in like that wouldn't have