Harry asked Dumbledore a few more questions afterward, and Dumbledore gave answers he found reasonably satisfactory. His father had actually been Snape's sworn enemy, just like him and Draco. And Snape hated him because his father had saved his life! Harry's dislike and disdain for Snape grew even stronger.
Dumbledore had actually wanted to talk a little longer, but Madam Pomfrey came in just then and chased him away. Well, Madam Pomfrey was a stern woman; even the headmaster lost his authority in her presence...
Harry spent another night in bed. When he woke the following morning, he felt completely recovered.
"Madam Pomfrey, can I go to the feast?" Harry asked. Although he was destined to watch Slytherin win the House Cup yet again, he still hoped he could bring the term to a close with his friends.
"Since Dumbledore said you could, you may," Madam Pomfrey said, sounding rather unconvinced.
Harry leafed through the photo album in his hands. It was a gift from Hagrid.
After arriving at the Hospital Wing, Hagrid had cried for ages. To be honest, with hair all over his face-Harry really could not tell where his beard ended and his hair began-Hagrid was not a pretty sight when he cried.
Hagrid kept blaming himself, saying he should never have told Quirrell how to get past Fluffy. It was worth mentioning that when Hagrid learned that the villain had turned out to be Quirrell, his jaw had nearly dropped.
By the time he finally managed to soothe Hagrid, who had turned into a complete crybaby, Harry felt emotionally drained. He was a child who was not even twelve yet, and he had actually had to comfort a... well, he did not know how old Hagrid was. At any rate, he was a giant of