Our Head of House Is Clearly a Very Shearable Sheep!

"See me?" Silan asked curiously. "What for?"

"I don't know." George shrugged.

"I guess he's trying to get in touch with Snape through you," Fred guessed, stroking his chin. "We mentioned to him that Snape has been tutoring a student one-on-one recently."

At this point, Fred remarked with a touch of wistfulness, "You should really see how Pippin reacted when he heard about Professor Snape."

George made an "OK" sign with both hands in front of his eyes, the outer three fingers twitching wildly as he performed.

"His eyes were so bright, like two lamps, they almost hurt my eyes."

Fred shook his head and sighed, "I never imagined that anyone would like Professor Snape."

"Doesn't he find Snape terrifying?"

He tugged at his robe, mimicking Snape by wrapping himself up, and said in a strange voice, "Don't come near me, I'm a bat!"

"A bat? Hahahaha!" George laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Then... then we can use him as a Halloween decoration."

Nonsense!

Silan thought to herself, "What bat? Our dean is clearly an easy target!"

You've all misjudged him!

He would even deliberately pluck wool from his own belly and then casually give it to me as Scraps.

Silan didn't dwell on the topic.

"If I have time later, I'll go and have a chat with Pippin."

"That would be perfect," George and Fred said.

They gave Silan 100 Galleon from the Potions seller and pulled out four bottles of Butterbeer they'd bought at the Hog's Head.

"Silan, come with us to see Harry."

"The taste of Skele-Gro isn't very pleasant; let's bring him a bottle of Butterbeer to rinse his mouth."

George and Fred extended the invitation.

"No problem," Silan agreed.

Hogwarts Hospital Wing.

After drinking the Skele-Gro, Harry was absolutely certain.

If Snape assigned him a paper on the smell of Skele-Gro, he could write ten feet long!

Even after rinsing his mouth several times, Harry still felt that strange taste lingering in his mouth, and a burning sensation in his stomach.

Just as Madam Pomfrey had said, after drinking the Skele-Gro, Harry felt waves of knife-like pain shooting through his limp arm.

But he was too tired, his head was spinning, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Hey Harry, wake up!"

Look what we brought you!

Harry groggily opened his eyes. It was pitch black all around, and he could barely see anything.

Harry reached under his pillow for his glasses, put them on, and, using the dim light, saw something...

Toilet seat?

What's going on?

Is the toilet seat calling my name?

No, no, no, how can a toilet seat talk?

I must be dreaming!

The toilet seat that was floating in the air suddenly fell and went around his neck.

A cheerful voice rang out. "Haha, it worked!"

"I wanted to do this when you were in first grade, but unfortunately Madam Pomfrey took the toilet seat away." That was George's voice.

Harry forced his slightly drowsy eyes open and saw three blurry figures standing in front of his bed.

"Lumos."

As the incantation was finished, a beam of light illuminated the scene.

Harry shone the light and saw Silan's face.

The soft light fell upon him, dispelling the surrounding darkness and outlining the contours of his body.

"This is for you, Harry." Silan handed him the Butterbeer.

Harry took it blankly. "You guys... came to visit me?"

"Of course." Silan nodded.

Harry felt inexplicably moved, his eyes fixed on Silan.

"Thank you, Silan, thank you."

In his eyes, Silan was practically glowing right now.

You're welcome, Harry.

Silan smiled slightly, stepped aside, and revealed George and Fred behind him.

"The Butterbeer was prepared by George and Fred; you should thank them," Silan said.

"You're welcome!"

George and Fred came over with grins and shoved another bottle of Butterbeer into Silan's hand.

"Actually, right after the match, we wanted to throw you a fun party. You helped us win the Quidditch Match!"

At this point, Fred turned and glanced outside, then whispered, "But Madam Pomfrey said you still had 33 bones to grow, so we came at night."

"I think you probably only have about 15 bones left to grow now?"

Harry placed the Butterbeer on the bedside table and used his uninjured hand to prop himself up. Silan opened the Butterbeer for him and handed it back to him.

George glanced around at everyone and said with a smile, "Now everyone has Butterbeer, right?"

"Then—" George drawled, "Let's toast to Gryffindor's victory!"

Harry, holding his Butterbeer, glanced somewhat awkwardly at Silan, then remained seated.

He had just defeated Slytherin, but now he was going to celebrate Gryffindor's victory in front of Silan.

This made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Harry?" George and Fred asked at the same time.

Silan realized that Harry was concerned about his Slytherin identity.

He shook his head and explained, "I don't care, Harry."

"You should be proud of your victory."

Harry felt a little ashamed, and unconsciously tightened his grip on the Butterbeer.

Yes, how could someone as broad-minded, gentle, and kind Silan care about such trivial matters?

I really underestimated him.

Let's do it one more time.

Fred winked at the two of them and raised his Butterbeer.

"To Gryffindor's victory! Cheers!"

The bottles of Butterbeer clinked together, creating a joyful and cheerful sound.

After the celebration, the group chatted and drank.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" George asked.

Shaking his limp hand, Harry replied, "It's alright, a little stronger than the strings."

"Haha, don't worry. I dare say your bones will have grown by tomorrow morning, it's just that tonight will be a little tough."

Fred chuckled and poked Harry's limp arm with his finger. "But you'd better stay away from Lockhart from now on. If he tries to save you like this again, it might kill you."

Harry snorted angrily at the thought of Lockhart.

"I'd rather be locked up with Snape than see Lockhart again."

The four of them had a very pleasant and engaging conversation.

After finishing their Butterbeer, the three said goodbye to Harry.

"Goodbye, Harry, see you tomorrow," Silan said.

Goodbye, Silan.

Goodbye, Harry. See you at the Quidditch Pitch, if you'd like to come again.

George and Fred poked Harry's arm with their fingers again, seemingly quite interested in it.

"I will go."

As Harry spoke, he deliberately raised his limp arm and waved his hand like a rubber toy.

Because he had no bones, Harry's hands were fully extended, and he shook wildly from his wrists, which looked quite comical.

Hahahaha!

George and Fred's laughter echoed on the ground, rolling all the way out of the Hospital Wing.

Harry withdrew his hand and lay back down contentedly.

The Butterbeer eased the burning sensation in his stomach and eliminated the strange taste in his mouth, making him feel much more comfortable.

"It's so nice to have a friend like that," Harry thought.

After sneaking out of the Hospital Wing, Silan and her two companions turned down several corridors and passed by the kitchen when they suddenly saw a figure.

Who is that?