When the last few pumpkin pasties disappeared from the golden plates, dinner was finally over.
Su Er let out a huge burp and waited for the lengthy school song to draw to a close.
As always, the Weasley twins were the last to finish. Forgive Su Er for lacking their artistic sensibilities, but he could not tell what tune they were using at the end. In any case, it was not a funeral march.
Harry and Hermione had left early at Professor McGonagall's signal-yes, during the school song.
It seemed Professor McGonagall had long since had enough...
On the way back to the dormitory, people gave Su Er hearty pats on the shoulder as he passed, whether they knew him or not.
By the time Su Er lay down in bed, his shoulders felt as though they were about to fall apart.
"Could you teach us that spell you used to drive away the Dementor? Su Er? Su Er?" Justin called several times but received no answer.
"Shh... he's asleep. A spell that can drive away a Dementor must be really difficult. We'll have plenty of time to ask him," Morn said. "It's been a tiring day. We should get some rest too."
Su Er did not hear Justin. Just as Morn had said, he was exhausted and had fallen asleep the moment he hit the bed.
He was pulled into a pure-white space. Above, below, and all around him, everything was white, without a single landmark.
Was this the Blurry Illusion Realm?
Su Er could not help raising a hand to feel his head, but he noticed something was wrong.
Color. Su Er looked down at himself. He was still wearing the wizard robes he had worn at the start of term, their yellow-and-black stripes strikingly vivid.
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