Harry spent two days in the Hospital Wing. Feeling that he had completely recovered, and genuinely worried about his homework, he returned to his dormitory after another examination by Madam Pomfrey.
The thought of the classes he had missed over those two days, and all the homework he needed to catch up on, filled Harry with despair.
At Hogwarts, being confined to the Hospital Wing was no excuse for not handing in homework. Otherwise, his roommate Seamus Finnigan would hardly ever have had to do any.
To Harry's surprise, though it was not all that surprising, on his very first night back in the dormitory, he entered that pitch-black dream again.
Clearly, the monster called Zug had no intention of leaving-or rather, of letting him go.
"So there were probably special protective measures in the Hospital Wing?"
Harry looked around at the pitch-black illusion, making a thoughtful guess. Soon, just as before, great banks of mist gradually rose out of the darkness. Within the mist, Harry saw those green eyes again.
Harry had absolutely no intention of getting tangled up with that thing any further. Gryffindors might love adventure, but that did not mean they enjoyed getting themselves killed.
Facing the figure barely visible in the mist, Harry shouted, "Zug!"
The figure paused briefly, then slowly retreated into the mist. Seeing that it really worked, Harry immediately shouted twice more. The shadow vanished even faster, and the black mist around him rapidly dispersed along with it.
The next moment, the pitch-black surroundings began to brighten. In the blink of an eye, everything went from pure black to pure white. Harry had arrived in his mental world, inside that white room.
The next day, Harry woke early, feeling refreshed.
That Zug had failed to affect him again, and a whole night