That evening, the Gryffindor common room was brightly lit and bustling with voices.
The fireplace blazed with Fire-Make, making the common room feel warm.
This was Gryffindor's celebration party!
Aside from marveling at how great the foreign environment was, letting them have this much fun right in their dormitory, Harry did not share the others' joy at having something to celebrate.
So Harry only stayed for a while before returning to the dormitory on the excuse that he was too tired today.
They understood Harry well and did not urge him to stay and play a little longer.
After Harry left, Hermione also smiled and told her female companions that she was going back to the dormitory to rest.
The moment she entered the spiral staircase, a chill enveloped her. Compared to the warm environment of the common room and the clamor coming through the door behind her, it felt like two different worlds.
Harry quickly climbed the stairs and entered the room.
"Meow..." Little Cutie raised its head and looked at Harry as he pushed the door open and entered.
Harry really was feeling tired. He took off his clothes and darted beneath the covers as swiftly as a monkey, only to suck in a sharp breath at the icy cold bed.
Shivering slightly, he pulled Little Cutie into his arms and finally felt a trace of warmth.
Little Cutie was startled by Harry's rough movement and let out several "meows."
Then Harry slowly fell asleep. He did not even know when Ron, Neville, and the others returned, much less meditate.
Opening his bleary eyes, he found that it was another new day.
Harry gave a huge yawn, stretched both hands out from beneath the covers, and stretched lazily.
The weather was cold now, and Harry