After the Coma

After leaving the School Hospital, Albert went straight back to his dorm to get his Flying Broom.

On the way, he overheard a group of students whispering among themselves, talking about what had happened between Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon.

Many students are saying that the famous savior Harry Potter successfully stopped the Dark wizard Quirrell from stealing the treasures that Dumbledore had placed in Hogwarts Castle.

As for what exactly happened in the dungeon...

The reason why Harry Potter fell into a coma remains a mystery.

The principal didn't mind at all that others used sensational stories to speculate on the truth of the matter.

In short, it is generally believed that Harry successfully navigated the magical traps set up by the professors and ultimately prevented Professor Quirrell from stealing the headmaster's treasure.

For some reason, Potter suddenly gained a bunch of friends and admirers, and visiting him and giving him gifts became a strange trend at Hogwarts.

For every person who rejoices, there is someone who grieves.

Draco Malfoy was very unhappy that Harry Potter had suddenly become the hero who stopped Quirrell from stealing the headmaster's treasure. He would have preferred that Potter remained the same annoying guy that everyone disliked.

As Malfoy complained about the incident to his two henchmen, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were preparing to cause him trouble, overheard him.

So the three of them messaged Albert and together they arranged for Malfoy to be taken care of.

When Malfoy snapped out of his daze, he realized his stomach was rumbling loudly. He quickly shook off his two henchmen and ran to the nearest restroom.

Malfoy had just plopped down on the toilet when a loud splashing sound came from the stall. Just as his expression softened slightly, the toilet, as if bearing undue pressure, suddenly exploded and shattered. Malfoy landed on the shards of the toilet, screaming as he jumped up from the shards.

The stomach and intestines were still churning, and amidst a series of gurgling sounds, something even more terrifying happened.

The cubicle was immediately filled with a terrible stench, and Malfoy even forgot how he left the restroom; he was in a daze.

In the corner, the group of people covered by the Bubblehead Charm were laughing so hard they almost choked.

"Did you take a picture?" Fred asked excitedly.

"I took a picture." George laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "I bet Malfoy will be traumatized by using the toilet from now on."

"Let those Malfoy family brats keep running rampant." Fred laughed heartily; his family and the Malfoy family had always been at odds.

"By the way, did you sneak off with Harry last night?" Lee Jordan suddenly turned to Albert and asked, "I bet you know what happened in the dungeon."

"I went on a date last night," Albert said honestly. "Wood only told me about Potter's hospitalization not long ago."

"You think I'd believe that?" Fred said with a look that said, "Don't try to fool us."

"I just got a bouquet of flowers to visit Harry. Everyone's giving gifts to our heroes. What are you planning to give?" Albert casually changed the subject.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," Lee Jordan said without hesitation. "I still have an unopened box. What about you?"

"How about giving this as a gift?"

Fred thought about it carefully, pointed to the toilet seat, and joked, "We can mail-order a new toilet seat for Harry, and leave him a card with what happened. Oh, and this photo too, I think Harry would love it."

"I think he'll like it too!" George nodded in agreement. "By the way, didn't Wood ask you to do some intensive training?"

"Oh, you guys forgot, I know the Clone Charm!" Albert waved at the three of them and walked away with a smile.

Wood's training was simple: to help Albert get back into shape and prevent Albert from becoming unfamiliar with flying and catching the Golden Snitch after not riding a broomstick for so long.

Of course, Wood still hoped that Harry would wake up, but Harry ultimately disappointed him.

In the end, it was only Albert, the substitute Seeker, who had to come on.

The match was more intense than expected. The players didn't pin their hopes on Albert. Perhaps without Harry Potter, who had always brought them victory, they had lost even their confidence in winning the match.

No matter how you look at it, the so-called crash training is very unreliable.

However, the most frustrating thing was that the players got distracted, causing the score to become deadlocked, with Ravenclaw even slightly ahead of Gryffindor.

The match has been going on for two hours, and it's clear that Ravenclaw is determined to win the Quidditch Cup. If they can pull ahead by a large enough margin, they can defeat Gryffindor and Slytherin to claim the Quidditch Cup.

For this reason, they had the Seeker intercept Albert quite often.

The score gap had widened, and the cheers for Gryffindor were becoming increasingly rare. Just when most people thought Gryffindor would miss out on this year's Quidditch Cup, Albert made his move. He began to dive at an extremely fast speed, Ravenclaw's Seeker also saw the Golden Snitch and quickly swooped down to follow.

"Stop him."

Screams echoed across the field as everyone stood up in alarm, watching the dramatic turn of events unfold. Ravenclaw players rushed toward Albert, trying to distract Albert and buy the Golden Snitch time to disappear.

Unfortunately, Albert easily dodged the players and the Bludger, squeezed through the gap, and made a downward dive, stopping abruptly just when everyone thought he would crash into the ground.

Gryffindor wins!

Lee Jordan screamed excitedly.

"Albert once again uses his genius to tell everyone that even an amateur can be better than you professionals."

The Gryffindor players rushed towards Albert, hugging him tightly as if they wanted to crush him.

The three Chaser girls showed no restraint whatsoever, showering Albert with kisses on the cheeks and forehead.

At that moment, Albert felt he was bearing pressure that was beyond his years. In the end, he even forgot how he was lifted high into the air.

However, the feeling of holding up the trophy is also great.

On their way back to the castle, they encountered Hagrid, the Hunting Grounds who seemed to have something on his mind.

"Congratulations on winning the match." Hagrid waved to Albert, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. "Could you lend me Albert's for a few minutes?"

"What's wrong?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's all my fault!" Hagrid suddenly covered his face with his hands and sobbed. "I told Quirrell how to subdue Fluffy! It was all for a dragon egg; Harry almost lost his life!"

Albert was somewhat surprised by Hagrid's self-blame; he could sense the pain and remorse in the other's heart.

"I don't think Harry's near-death experience has much to do with you," Albert said, glancing at the new assignment and clearing his throat. "Harry's ordeal was entirely a result of his love of adventure. Even if he hadn't gone, Quirrell still wouldn't have been able to get the fake Philosopher's Stone. Can't you see that?"

"That was just a trap."

Albert stated a cruel truth. "What Harry did was pointless. Even if he hadn't done it, Quirrell still wouldn't have been able to take the Philosopher's Stone."

Hagrid was so shocked by Albert's words that he was speechless.

Albert looked around to make sure no one was there, then whispered, "I know Nicholas, and I've seen the real Philosopher's Stone. You probably don't know this, but long before Quirrell, I had already seen that Philosopher's Stone through those levels. It was a fake, though it was no different from the real one."

"Don't be surprised, Dumbledore knows about this," Albert said calmly. "If you feel guilty towards Harry, send him a gift too!"

"Gift?"

"A family photo—I think that would be the most precious gift to Harry. You should have a way to do that, right?" Albert countered.

"Of course, of course. I'll send an owl to Harry's parents' old classmates right away and ask them for the photos. I think they'll be happy to give them to Harry."

At that moment, Hagrid was as happy as a 300-pound child, and hurriedly returned to his Hunting Cabin.

Albert glanced at the mission completion notification and nodded in satisfaction. Although the experience gained was not much, it was still pretty good overall.