In the Hospital Wing, Harry slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed as though something were hammering inside his skull.
"Ugh!" Harry groaned and forced his heavy eyelids open. Ron stood beside the bed with a handful of snacks.
"Cough!" Harry's voice startled Ron so badly that he choked. "Harry, you're finally awake!"
Harry frowned, his thoughts in chaos. "The Philosopher's Stone! Quirrell! He took the Philosopher's Stone! Ron, tell the professors!" He sat up in alarm, only to be struck by a wave of dizziness.
Ron quickly steadied him and patted his back. "Harry, calm down. You've only just woken up. The Philosopher's Stone is safe. You and Jerry got it back."
Harry clutched his aching head, struggling to remember the fight. "I only remember Jerry rushing in to save me, and then... then nothing. What happened?"
Ron grinned. "You two were incredible! You and Jerry defeated You-Know-Who together and recovered the Philosopher's Stone. Headmaster Dumbledore has it safe and sound now. Don't worry. It's all over."
"Really? But I honestly can't remember any of it. Jerry must have done the hard part. I didn't help at all!" Harry kept rubbing his head, still trying to remember.
"Ron, how long was I unconscious? And what's all this?" Harry asked, staring at the mountain of sweets piled on the table beside him.
Ron smiled. "Harry, you were out for a whole day and night! Everyone brought those snacks when they came to visit you!"
Harry stared. "That's so much!"
Ron nodded, a hint of envy in his eyes. "It's still not much compared with what Jerry got! You wouldn't believe those girls, especially the ones from Slytherin. They've gone mad. Jerry's dormitory is stuffed with all kinds of presents."
"I really should thank Jerry properly," Harry said, scratching his head, his