The next morning was bright and cold. The Great Hall was filled with the enticing smell of sizzling sausages. Everyone was looking forward to an exciting Quidditch match and chatted away in high spirits.
"You have to eat some breakfast," Hermione urged.
"I don't feel like eating anything." Harry distractedly prodded the ham, eggs, and bread on his plate.
"Have some toast," Hermione continued to coax.
"I'm not hungry."
Harry felt awful. In another hour, he would be heading onto the pitch.
"Harry, you need to keep your strength up," Seamus Finnigan said. "The Seeker is always the other team's main target."
"Thanks, Seamus," Harry said, watching Seamus spread a thick layer of ketchup over his sausage.
At that moment, Tierra, who had been reading nearby, took a piece of chocolate from his pocket, asked the House-elves for a cup of hot milk, and pushed both toward Harry.
"If you really can't eat, drink some hot milk and have this chocolate," Tierra said.
During his entire final year of high school in his previous life, he had not been able to eat breakfast either. Every morning, his father had prepared a cup of hot milk and a piece of slightly bitter dark chocolate for him. It had helped him endure the hardest stretch of that year.
But after the college entrance exams were over, he had never eaten dark chocolate again. Even its smell made him nauseous.
Harry accepted the dark chocolate and milk. He finished the chocolate in a few bites, then drained the sweet hot milk Tierra had specifically asked the House-elves to add sugar to.
"Whew..." Harry did indeed feel much calmer. A trace of color returned to his previously bloodless lips. "Thank you, Tierra."
Harry noticed that Tierra was not as "clean" as usual today.
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