Harry opened his eyes, and he felt as if he had come back to life.

This is the school hospital? Yes, this is Madam Pomfrey's school hospital. Harry patted his head, "Why am I here?"

His brain was still a little dull at the moment. On the small table beside the bed was a particularly bright pot of flowers, which Harry had never seen before, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that bouquet. A voice came from the doorway.

Harry withdrew his hand and looked to the door.

It was an old acquaintance of his, Jack Silver.

"That pot of flowers, which Professor Sprout has specially cultivated, is a very wonderful flower, and its fragrance helps people fall into a deep sleep. But this flower, like any other magical plant, is not docile, and will severely punish anyone who dares to touch its flowers directly, and be prepared to sleep all day if they are unprepared. ”

Jack Silver walked over to his bed and conjured a folding stool and sat down. "How does it feel? Potter, dreamless deep sleep. ”

The memories began to slip through Harry's mind, and his fear of Sirius outweighed his ill feelings towards Silver. He was about to get out of bed, "Sirius! he's fine." ”

"He's fine, he's not been kidnapped by anyone. He's gone to South Yorkshire with his meaty friends for fun, and you've fallen for Voldemort, Potter. ”

"So where is he now? I want to see him. ”

"Who do you want to meet, Potter?"

Professor McGonagall was standing in the doorway of the ward, carrying a tartan duffel bag in one hand and a cane in the other, but she looked pretty good.

"Professor McGonagall!" exclaimed Harry, "are you alright?"

"I'll be fine for a long time, Mr. Potter. Professor McGonagall looked displeased, "Do you think a few stun charms can hurt me?" I've been in St. Mungo's for a day and I'm almost healed. It's you, Potter. ”

"How much trouble did you get into while I wasn't there? Professor McGonagall clearly wasn't going to let Potter go, "Threaten the professor and leave the school in violation of the school rules, and if Umbridge is still around, you should be fired now, Mr. Potter." ”

"But—"

"Don't say but, Potter. Professor McGonagall raised her voice, "You should be thankful for your good luck, Potter. If you want to see Sirius, then wait a few more days, and you can naturally go to see Sirius after the holidays. ”

"Is he really okay?" asked Harry.

"Potter, your heart is broken. Professor McGonagall was a little unimpressed, "Sirius is an adult wizard, a clever character who can escape from Azkaban, I think you should take care of your own affairs, Potter, you missed the three ordinary wizard level exams of Charms, Transfiguration, and Magical Beast Protection, which means your Auror dreams have been shattered-"

"Oh my God, how many days have I been asleep?" said Harry, incredulous.

"Three whole days. ”

"Oh no. Harry Potter was struck by the sudden news, he only had nine subjects in total, three of which he had no grades, plus unconfident divination, astronomy, and the history of magic, Harry was more sure of Defence Against the Dark Arts and Herbs, oh, and maybe Potions because it wasn't proctored by Snape.

"Hmph, so. "You may be like the Weasley brothers, and you can barely get through with three O.W.L.S. certificates, and you won't find any decent job with such grades." ”

"Well, I came to sue you. Silver grimaced, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell you not to take this kind of exam to heart. The Hogwarts Hunting Grounds Warden position is ready for you, and you don't need an O.W.L.S. certificate for this job, just a little courage and perseverance. ”

Harry shuddered at the thought of Hagrid's little brother in the Forbidden Forest.

"Silver, stop kidding Potter. Professor McGonagall said, but there was a hint of a smile on her tense face, "Now that you're fine, let's go out and walk around." Potter, I would consider making a special request to the new principal for you to retake those three subjects next year, but you won't have to think much about the advanced class of these three subjects next year. ”

"Silver, come with me to meet the new Headmaster, Scrimgeur, and don't stay here and cause Madam Pomfrey trouble. Professor McGonagall slipped her travel bag into Silver's hand.

"The weather outside is good, I'll advise you to go outside now and get some fresh air. Professor McGonagall re-emphasized.

Harry watched the two of them leave the room in a daze, and then realized that he still had a lot of questions to ask. Is Dumbledore back?What happened to Hagrid?Is the Order of the Phoenix going back to suppress Voldemort?

He stood stunned for a moment, then decided to listen to Professor McGonagall and go out for a walk.

As Harry walked through the meadows, waves of heat shone down on him. The students lay on the grass basking in the sun, chatting, reading the Prophet and eating sweets. And when he passed by, they all looked at him, and some of them called out to him.

"Hey, Potter, I heard you didn't take three classes, you can't be scared to death, you can't pretend to be sick, right?" (To be continued......)