Who Knows What This Bunch Came Here For

"That's great!"

The dark clouds that had hung over him for more than a decade were about to disperse. Harry felt utterly refreshed, inside and out, and could not help letting out a long breath.

"Don't relax just yet. Did you forget? You still haven't heard the bad news."

Bell kindly reminded him.

"Oh, right. So what's the bad news this time?"

Harry looked at Bell curiously. He was genuinely just curious.

As long as Voldemort was confirmed dead, nothing else could really count as a big deal to Harry.

"Harry, you have to stay calm. No matter what, just endure it and it'll pass."

Bell patted Harry heavily on the shoulder, successfully making the previously untroubled Harry nervous.

"Well, the distortion you're feeling right now directly affects your soul, so it won't be easy to get rid of.

It'll take at least a day.

Don't interrupt me. Let me finish.

In other words, you won't be able to eat either lunch or dinner today. Two whole meals!

Sigh! It's all my fault. I didn't control the force properly earlier. I'm so sorry, Harry!"

Bell truly felt guilty. If Heaven gave him another chance, he would still do the same thing...

"No, wait, that's it?"

Harry was dumbfounded. He even began to wonder whether Voldemort had secretly placed some vicious curse on him during the battle, damaging his hearing. Perhaps Bell was actually describing something extremely serious, but by the time it reached his ears, it had become... become... funny?

"Isn't that serious enough?!"

Bell's eyes immediately widened.

What did he mean, "that's it"? That was two whole meals!

As the saying went, people were made of iron, food was steel; miss one meal and you'd be starving. Miss two, and your chest would stick to your back from hunger!