Old Bumblebee left after "talking to himself."
At daybreak the next morning, Old Bumblebee's younger brother, Aberforth, barged into the Hospital Wing clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet.
He stood beside Su Er's bed for a long time, unable to hide the fury blazing in his eyes.
Then he turned and left.
Oh... our Headmaster Dumbledore might be in for a little trouble.
Hermione arrived shortly after Aberforth left, her eyes red, and silently sat beside the bed. Su Er tried all sorts of ways, but Hermione still could not see him.
The Triwizard Tournament was over, and the final exams had finished too. After sleeping for an entire night, Harry seemed to have recovered quite a bit of his energy.
Carrying a money bag, he came to the Hospital Wing on the afternoon of the second day after the tournament ended. The two people in the ward could hear him arguing with Madam Pomfrey at the door for a long time before he barely managed to get in.
Su Er's condition was unclear, and Madam Pomfrey refused all visitors except Hermione and Su Er's family.
Of course, there was now a second exception.
"This is the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament. The Minister gave it to me yesterday." Harry glanced at Hermione and gently placed the money bag on Su Er's bedside table. The Galleons clinked together inside it.
"Su Er and I agreed that we'd lift the cup together, and he'd get the prize money."
Hermione remained silent and gave no reaction, merely staring blankly at the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed.
"I'm so sorry," Harry said. "I never expected something like this to happen and leave Su Er..."
"Stop, Harry. You can leave now." Hermione's voice was very hoarse. From beginning to end, she