Ron thought his guess was very likely correct. Unfortunately, Harry seemed to have gone stupid and did not respond to him at all.
"Are you really okay?"
"No!"
"All right, then. Since you're awake, I'd suggest you deal with your fan. He's been staring at us for ages, and it's starting to creep me out."
"Huh?"
Harry looked utterly bewildered. Following the direction of Ron's finger, he saw a small, skinny boy with gray hair holding a Muggle camera, gazing at him with fervent eyes.
He looked possessed. It was frightening!
When the boy saw that Harry had finally noticed him, his face reddened, but he did not leave. Instead, he timidly walked over.
"H-hello, Harry—Harry Potter!"
The boy introduced himself breathlessly. "I-I'm Colin Creevey, a first-year Gryffindor. Can I—I mean, could I ask to have a picture taken with you?"
The gray-haired boy, Colin Creevey, eagerly raised the camera hanging from his chest.
Harry was a little confused.
But he quickly understood and sighed inwardly.
He had noticed that the boy's gaze occasionally drifted toward his forehead. It seemed he was another kid poisoned by stories about the Savior.
Harry did not like that feeling. Aside from a period at the beginning of last term when he had gotten a little carried away, he had grown sick of it afterward.
The title of Savior was not an honor at all. It only reminded him again and again that, on the night everyone praised so highly, he had lost his parents.
Besides making him sad, it also clearly reminded him just how powerless this so-called Savior truly was—
Of course, there was no need to say any of that. Other people were not mind readers. Why would they care what he thought?
In any case, after studying at Hogwarts for