Hospital Wing The door was covered with little wizards. The door could not withstand such great pressure and opened with a creaking sound.
Madam Pomfrey's face is not very pretty:
"I've been here seven times in three days - do you think this is a place for dining Great Hall?!"
Madam Pomfrey is certainly a kind witch, but she is also very strict.
The little wizards trembled and could only make mistakes and said bravely:
"We heard that Harry... and Professor Quirrell are awake."
"Of course, if I was yelled at seven times in three days, I would wake up quickly --"
Madam Pomfrey's words contain anger.
Finally, Sean and the others were called in by Headmaster Dumbledore. At this moment, the principal was still talking to Harry. They saw Harry showing that strange sense of trance, as if they knew that Professor Snape was not a minion of Voldemort, but Voldemort was just like Forbidden Forest.
"Harry--"
Ron and Hermione shouted with vibrato, and everyone also walked to Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore made room for them, looked at Sean thoughtfully for a while, and then walked out of Hospital Wing.
Just as they were greeting Harry, Sean turned to look at Professor Quirrell in another hospital bed.
His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. When he noticed Sean's gaze, he struggled to sit up.
"Are you okay, Professor?"
So Sean walked over quickly.
"Of course, of course, Mr. Green, it's never been this good in a year..."
Professor Quirrell's voice does not stutter.
"Get out--!"
Madam Pomfrey came to drive people out, Sean they were quickly kicked out Hospital Wing.
The noise in the corridor was completely different from the quiet and white ward. After asking about Harry's situation, the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Hope Cottage.
The sky gradually darkened, and a Black Cat quietly slipped into the ward.
"Professor Quirrell."
In the evening, a young wizard in a black robe appeared next to the hospital bed in a single room, which was covered by a curtain.
Sean hesitated, not knowing how to explain this matter to the professor, so he cast a Muffling Charm. He turned around and saw Professor Quirrell looking a little dazed.
Hospital Wing The night is blue, and the light falls through the arched windows, illuminating the vases placed in front of each hospital bed.
The place at Harry is filled with bottles, cans, gift boxes and candies, while the place at Professor Quirrell only has a book sent by Sean.
It's quiet here, the hustle and bustle of the day has ended, and a certain Quidditch student who broke his wrist during training and noisy Gryffindor has also fallen asleep peacefully.
"I think I'm leaving Hogwarts soon. Do you... want to hear some stories?"
Professor Quirrell suddenly asked carefully in a low voice and in an extremely humble manner.
"I'd love to."
Sean said.
Professor Quirrell pursed his lips tightly, and when he saw the moonlight shining on the little wizard's face, he wanted to bury his head and cry for countless times.
"You know, my student days were a tragedy of dissatisfied desires, low self-esteem and sensitivity. That was the easiest time for a person to fall into darkness. I achieved some achievements, but they did not satisfy me or fill me with desires. Under the temptation of dark power, it is difficult for people to control themselves."
Professor Quirrell's voice carries a deep sense of struggle.
"The world is dark under the hands of such a person. I deceived myself, the Dark Lord would help me gain honor, but sir, the truth is a cruel thing. So cruel that people would rather be numb than accept it."
He covered his face tightly with his hands. Sean He didn't know whether it was because his soul and life were damaged that caused him pain, or because his spirit was torn open.
"Mr. Green, please allow me to describe the world at that time. It was gray and white, without any color in the world. At that important moment, I saw a star flashing continuously. The star named Uranus suddenly appeared in the moonlight and I seemed to notice something.
The colorful cookies made me realize the possibility of escaping from such a world. I knew it was my only chance. But when I ran out of courage and came to the door of Headmaster's office... I hope you will never know that kind of despair.
Despair is not the end, there is always some light in the world. The biscuits in the corner gave me courage again - Quirrell, what a small, hateful and pitiful wizard, how can anyone be willing to risk death to save such a person?
So when I saw you, I suddenly realized that I had made up my mind a long time ago. The moment I decided to die, I felt real relief. Living in deception, disguise, lies, fear, panic, and powerlessness. Mr. Green, it would be better to die for you in such a day."
Hospital Wing was still quiet, and Sean was so silent that he even felt a little at a loss.
"This story should have ended with contempt and hatred, a greedy wizard, a cowardly and selfish wizard, a stupid wizard... Now he has awakened, and he knows that maybe there is only one thing in the world that is right, Mr. Green. That is to fight the darkness to the end and move forward for your will."
Quirrell lowered his head deeply and put his left hand on his chest. He knew what he was talking about, so his body kept shaking.
There is no solemn oath in Hospital Wing, only a buried determination.
Sean stood under the moonlight, watching the light fall through Professor Quirrell's body to Hospital Wing, revealing the blurry outline of a human figure.
After returning to Hope Cottage, Sean remained silent for an unknown length of time until the curfew bell rang and a photo in his hand shone brightly.
This is a unique photo. It was originally a group photo of Christmas Great Hall taken by Justin. Now it seems that some magic has been added to it.
When other wizards looked at it, there was nothing unusual about this photo, but when Sean stared at it, some of the originally vivid characters faded away.
Headmaster Dumbledore's gray eyes are still kind, Professor Snape's gray robe is still oppressive.
Everywhere you look, some gray people appear. No one knows what this means, and no one knows the purpose of casting this magic.
Only Sean watched Professor Quirrell's gray body suddenly regain its color, and the professor in the photo also Transfiguration jumped out of the photo like a squirrel.
This squirrel was running around in Hope Cottage. Sometimes it was in front of the extinguished fireplace, and sometimes it was in a daze looking at strange photos.
Sean's eyes were still calm. When he opened the door, the pair of green eyes in the magic mirror followed him like a shadow.
There are no dark clouds or heavy rain beating on the windows. Jupiter and Uranus are exceptionally bright tonight.