The next morning, a refreshed Harry left his room and happened to run into Ginny, who was about to head downstairs.
Ginny let out a long yawn, tears welling at the corners of her eyes, with clear exhaustion written between her brows.
Harry walked over to Ginny and asked with concern, "Ginny, what's wrong? Could it be..."
His Seeker talent was on full display. As he spoke, his gaze swept over Ginny's red hair and face, and when he saw her smooth neck, he let out a sigh of relief.
The two went downstairs together. Bright sunlight fell across Ginny's neck, outlining a graceful curve.
Harry, who happened to see this, paused mid-step. He quickly shook his head and muttered in a relaxed tone, "Phew... Looks like she's fine."
Ginny found Harry's behavior rather strange, especially that last murmur. She asked in confusion, "Harry, what are you talking about? What's fine?"
"Oh... nothing..." Harry shook his head. "It's just that last night, we found that Wizet had been bitten by a bug! There was an obvious red mark on his neck, and it didn't disappear until this morning."
"You didn't look too energetic this morning, so I was worried you might have been bitten by that bug too..." He pointed to his own neck. "But it's fine. Your neck is clean, so you definitely weren't bitten."
Hearing Harry say that, Ginny held her breath. She understood what the "bug" and "red mark" in Harry's words really referred to, and an involuntary blush spread across her face.
It was precisely because of that "red mark" that she had failed to get a good night's sleep.
Thinking back to something else from last night, she suddenly understood. No wonder Fred and George had kept muttering about "looking for bugs" as they went