A Brief Awakening

When the healer retreated outside again, Dumbledore slowly lifted the curtain. Slughorn was clutching a pillow, curled up on the bed like a baby.

His eyes were squeezed shut, as though he were pretending to sleep, but his body was still trembling. From time to time, he cracked his eyelids open and furtively glanced outside.

Seeing his frantic state, Dumbledore found the words of persuasion he had prepared lodged in his throat. In the end, they became nothing more than an almost inaudible sigh.

Seeing this, Wade suddenly had an idea. He took out and opened the Wardrobe Space, then softly gave an order. One Golem after another poured out from within.

Since waking up, he had not had time to repair the damaged Golems. Most of those appearing in the ward were missing arms or legs, or bore scorch marks over half their bodies, making each of them even more terrifying than usual.

Yet after being surrounded by these fierce-looking Golems, Slughorn's breathing miraculously began to steady, and his taut body slowly relaxed.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the Golems around him. Then he suddenly reached out and hugged a Mantis missing nearly half its head, carefully setting several hornets on his shoulders.

The Golems cooperated as well. Some leaned against his back, some burrowed into his arms, and others lay beside his legs. Before long, they had crowded the entire ward.

Wade quietly explained to Harry, "Strictly speaking, I wasn't the one who saved him that day. These Golems did. He saw them fight to the death, and they were the ones who freed him from his imprisonment. So what makes him feel safe is the Golems, not me."

"But without you, how could there be Golems?" Harry said naturally. "Once he's clear-headed, he'll know