The door was pushed open, and Hermione walked in.
Seeing Silan lying in the hospital bed, Hermione felt a pang of heartache and could barely contain herself, wanting to rush over and hug him tightly.
But certain hidden feelings and inexplicable concerns made her want to touch it but then she withdrew her hand.
Hermione, you're here.
"How are you feeling, Silan?" Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to look at him. "I heard from Harry that Quirrell went mad, and... Voldemort, are you alright?"
In the end, Hermione was even more frightened than Sheeran.
Silan extended a finger and gently tapped Hermione's hand. "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore arrived just in time, we're all fine."
Although Hermione had already received the same answer from Madam Pomfrey, hearing it from Silan now truly put her mind at ease.
"How is Ron?" Silan asked.
"He hurt his foot, Madam Pomfrey said it's nothing serious," Hermione said, somewhat amused. "He was yelling loudly when Neville brought him back."
"Madam Pomfrey said that it was fortunate it was brought in early, otherwise it would have healed itself in half a day."
"Ron didn't believe it at all and insisted that Madam Pomfrey treat him. Now his foot is wrapped in bandages and in a sling."
Silan also smiled.
That's more like something Ron would do.
Hermione glanced at the door without showing any emotion, thinking to herself that Ron was lying in bed wailing because of his injured foot, while Neville had been sent away by her and was staying in Harry's sickroom.
Now it's just me and Silan here.
That's wonderful.
Hermione was happily thinking that she was about to enjoy this hard-won time when she suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"My foot, my foot is injured! You two, slow down!"
"Come on, Ron, let's go."
"You should be carrying me on your back, Fred."
"What are you thinking? The fact that I'm not riding on you is already an act of immense pity for you."
"You two keep your voices down, don't let Madam Pomfrey hear you."
Hermione frowned, got up, and opened the door, only to see the twins standing in the doorway, each supporting Ron on either side.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. How did you know we were coming? Well, let us in quickly, or Madam Pomfrey will find out." George glanced back warily.
Fred tipped his hat to Hermione with a hat that wasn't even there, then he and George, one on each side, helped Ron into the ward.
Hermione looked at them with some resentment.
These people couldn't have come at the worst possible time. Couldn't they have come to play with Ron in Harry's hospital room?
George and Fred pressed Ron down into a chair by the bed, and very considerately put his injured foot on the edge of the bed.
This touched Ron.
My brother has always treated me well.
"We've come to see you, Silan," George and Fred said at the same time.
Ron rubbed his knee, grimacing, and said, "Why do I have to come? My foot is injured."
"Shut up, Ron! How could you say that?" George reached out and poked Ron's injured foot.
Fred followed suit, patting Ron's feet that were sticking out of the bed. "Silan is family, of course you should come and visit."
The emotion he felt earlier vanished instantly. Ron had every reason to suspect that his two older brothers had put his feet on the edge of the bed so that they could poke around in them.
"Why are you here? How did word get out so quickly?" Silan asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Of course it's because I'm worried about you." Fred winked at him.
"But you're right, word has spread." George smiled and nodded at him. "Nobody expected Quirrell to be a Death Eaters."
"And even more unexpectedly, it was the Dragon Knight, Sheeran Prewitt." George finished, using an extremely exaggerated tone.
Dragon Rider?
Silan thought to herself that she must have been recognized by some people when she flew over the castle on Norbert.
"You're quite the famous person now!" Fred said, then turned to George and asked, "So, are we now the famous cousins?"
"Obviously." George nodded in agreement.
"And there's my famous cousin too," Ron muttered under his breath, shaking his injured foot. Fred slapped him again.
"Mr. Weasley, you'd better get out here right now, or I'll definitely tell your mother. Don't blame me when she sends you those Howler!"
Madam Pomfrey's angry voice rang out from outside the door.
"Oh no!" George immediately stood up.
Fred hurriedly pulled things out of his robe. "Licorice Wand, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and... oh, Chocolate Frog... Here you go, Silan."
"There was supposed to be another toilet seat, one for you and one for Harry, but Madam Pomfrey confiscated it."
George and Fred lifted Ron up on either side of him and skipped away, completely ignoring Ron's protests.
As they reached the door, George suddenly turned back and said, "Get some rest, Silan. We'll come pick you up again when you're discharged; we have some good news to tell you."
As they walked out the door, Madam Pomfrey's voice rang out again. "Alright, take your brother back now."
"No problem, George, come and give me a hand, lift Ron up like you're lifting a pig."
"Hey! I'm your little brother!"
After Madam Pomfrey stopped the Weasley Twins' antics, she knocked on the door again and said to Hermione, "Miss Granger, it's time."
He really needs a rest.
"All right."
Hermione reluctantly got up, hooking her fingers around Silan's until they slowly separated.
When Hermione left the Hospital Wing, she discovered that everyone in the school was talking about Quirrell and Silan.
"Dragon Knight Prewitt!"
"I know, I know, I really saw it with my own eyes! He really rode a dragon and flew into the castle!"
"Incredible..."
A cacophony of exclamations, envious voices, and praises came from all directions, making Hermione's head spin.
She was genuinely proud of Silan.
But deep down, there was a sense of loss, as if a treasure I had kept hidden for many years had suddenly been discovered by someone else.
After everyone had left, the ward fell silent again. Silan felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her and closed her eyes wearily.
The noise gradually faded away, and Silan slowly drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.
Good morning, Silan!
George and Fred pushed open the door together and walked to the bedside, one on each side.
"How are you feeling?"
"Much better."
Fred lifted the covers, while George handed the robe to Silan: "That's good. Madam Pomfrey said you can be discharged now."
"Let's go, we still have things to do!"