Apart from the lively sounds that filled the Castle on the morning everyone boarded the train for the summer holidays, the Castle became unusually quiet that afternoon.
So quiet it seemed there was nothing alive inside.
Oh, no, there was still someone. Madam Pomfrey was still there, because Su Er was still lying in his bed in the Hospital Wing. As the doctor temporarily in charge of his care, Madam Pomfrey naturally would not leave her patient, but apart from her morning rounds, Su Er never saw her...
Before he knew it, the summer holidays had been underway for a week.
Apart from watching Madam Pomfrey come over every morning to "fiddle with" his body, Su Er spent his days counting hairs. He had counted them over several times already and reached one conclusion-his future children with Hermione would definitely have plenty of hair.
Oh, he had forgotten to mention that "fiddle with" might be somewhat ambiguous, but no dirty thoughts. It was fiddling in the magical sense.
Specifically, she poked him with her wand, going over his whole body, then poured a bottle of purple potion down his throat.
To be fair, the potion did seem to help a little.
Whenever Su Er lay back inside his body each day, he felt warm all over, as comfortable as sleeping beneath a thick quilt in winter.
He wondered how Hermione was doing back home...
Su Er let out a wistful sigh and quietly closed his eyes.
After a week, Old Bumblebee appeared again. No matter when it was, his clothes always seemed neat and elegant, his meticulously groomed beard tied with an elastic band.
Su Er sat up, half his soul slipping out of his body, and glanced at the time. One in the morning.
"Sorry for the wait," Dumbledore