"Fifteen minutes. You must leave once that time is up. Mr. Potter still needs more rest." Madam Pomfrey gave Ron and the others gathered around Harry's bed a few instructions, then went out.
"Harry, are you all right?" As soon as Madam Pomfrey left, Ron rushed to speak. He even reached out to feel Harry's forehead. Once he had confirmed that Harry had no fever, his expression relaxed a little.
"You really scared me this morning. Your whole body was frighteningly hot, and no matter how much we called you, you wouldn't respond."
"Oh, it's nothing, nothing. Look, I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?" Harry grinned and moved his hands around, looking full of energy.
He had still felt weak all over when Professor Flitwick first woke him, but after resting for the whole morning, he had recovered. He had just enjoyed a good meal, too, and by now he was almost completely back to normal.
"What exactly happened, Harry?" Hermione asked, still shaken. "Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't cure you, and they had to get Professor McGonagall and the others. I was terrified when Ron and the others told me this morning. Thank goodness you're all right now."
"Well, that's a little complicated..." Harry thought about it and decided there did not seem to be any need to hide it. Professor McGonagall and the others seemed to be planning to put up a notice anyway.
Besides, he himself really only half understood what had happened.
So he told Hermione and the other two everything he had heard from Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and the others.
"Zug? Curses? Things like that actually exist?"
Having come from an ordinary family, Hermione's understanding of the wizarding world was limited, after all. Although she had spent the past year voraciously reading all sorts of