Sad Harry and Tom's Intelligence

Muya returned to the School Hospital and found Harry sitting gloomily on his bed.

She walked over and asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"

When Harry saw Muya, he forced a faint smile before speaking dejectedly. "Oh... Ya Ya, I might really be unlucky. George and the others just went to get my broom, but..."

He picked up a bare, battered-looking stick with several forks in it from the other side of the bed.

"It fell into the Whomping Willow, and then it ended up like this."

"Oh, Harry." That was enough to make her heart ache for him.

Muya placed several bottles of Felix Felicis from her arms in front of Harry. "These are Felix Felicis. Maybe they'll help you, Harry."

Harry knew how precious Felix Felicis was, so he excitedly hugged Muya. "Oh, thank you, Ya Ya. Really, thank you so much."

"Actually, Hermione helped me put the other fragments into my bag."

Muya was a little worried. "You still have to compete, right? What are you going to do without a broom?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know."

Muya understood that Harry was upset. All she could do now was keep him company.

Muya finally left at dinnertime. The moment she stepped outside, she saw Draco.

She was startled. Draco was clearly waiting for someone and had no intention of entering the School Hospital.

When he saw that Muya had finally come out, he walked over. "Are you surprised to see me here?"

"A little."

"Tch, you stayed in there with that unlucky Potter for so long that I had to wait for you all this time." Draco lowered his head slightly and did not look Muya in the eyes.

Draco had waited for her for a long time—long enough to start throwing a young master's tantrum. Muya