"Thankfully, the ground is so soft."

"I thought he was going to die!"

"But he didn't even break his glasses."

Whispers rang in Harry's ears, and he felt like he was in a dream, a dream he wouldn't want to wake up from.

Everything around him was so vague and out of reach, he didn't know where he was, how he got here, or what he was doing before he came.

He only knew that there was no place in his body that did not hurt, and his whole body was sore, as if he had been beaten badly, and then he was dragged for several kilometers.

"It's a good thing we've won, haven't we?"

"Thanks to Harry, those guys are the scariest things I've ever seen in my life......"

The most terrible ...... The scariest thing...... Black shadow in turban...... Chilly...... Shriek......

"No!"

Harry's eyes suddenly opened, and some sat up from the bed.

He saw the snow-white beds and curtains all around him, and this was the Hogwarts School Hospital.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team was splattered with mud from head to toe and were surrounding his bedside, with Clark, Hermione, and Ron all present, as if they had just climbed up from the pool.

"Harry!" Fred exclaimed in surprise, he looked very white against the mud, "What do you think?"

Harry's memories seemed to come back quickly: the lightning, the storm...... The bitter chill and the heat that flowed in the blood...... The Golden Snitch ...... And the Dementors......

"What happened?"

Harry said, his aching body no longer able to support it, and suddenly lay down again, startling them all.

"You fell," said Fred, "there must be—then—fifty feet?"

"We thought you were dead," Arya said, shivering.

Ron let out a short, shrill sound, his eyes bloodshot.

"But what happened in that game," said Harry, "? Can we play again? ”

"You don't remember?" Wood's face was full of surprise, but the joy under the mud could not be hidden, "You were born a Seeker. ”

"We won, you caught the Golden Snitch," George said with a smile on his face, "It was dangerous, and Diggory of Hufflepuff was stunned by your actions."

"But it's worth it, it's over two hundred points," Fred added, "and we win fairly, we win fairly...... Even Diggory admits it. ”

Harry was finally feeling better, "I don't know...... I don't remember...... I just deserve that I saw the Dementors, and then there was a white mist all around......"

His brain was racing, and he finally remembered something, "Clark came to me at halftime...... Is that you, Clark? ”

He looked at Clark, who smiled and nodded, "It's just a little trick to make people forget their fears in an instant, a fearless trick." ”

That's right, during the game, he locked on to Harry through telepathy and gave him a shot of [Zealism], which made this guy instantly turn into a berserker.

"That's great!" Wood slapped Clark on the shoulder vigorously, and the room was filled with cheerful vibes.

"Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't very happy, though." Neville interjected suddenly.

"yes, yes, Dumbledore is really angry," Hermione said in a trembling voice, "I've never seen him so angry. ”

Ron also said, "When you grabbed the Golden Snitch and fell, he ran to the court and caught you with his magic. Then he waved his wand at the Dementors and shot something silver, driving the horrible creatures off the court. At that time, seeing his nervous appearance, everyone thought you were ......"

"Isn't that all right for me?" Harry couldn't stand the gloom, so he made a joke and raised his arm, but the act touched the injured area and made him grin with his teeth.

The crowd burst into good-natured laughter.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital heard the laughter and walked over to tell the team that Harry needed to rest.

"We'll see you later." Fred: They laughed and waved to Harry.

At this time, Harry suddenly asked, "Did anyone get my Halo 2000?" ”

He looked around, but he didn't find the broomstick, and thought it had been put away by them.

However, the laughter in the hospital room stopped abruptly after Harry's question, and everyone quickly glanced at each other.

"Oh...... Harry ......"

"What's wrong?" Harry said, looking at them one by one, some of them carefully avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm...... When you fall, it's blown away by the wind. Clark stepped forward and said hesitantly, "You know, it was so windy. ”

"And then?" Harry's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed, a bad guess in his mind.

"And it crashed on- crashed on- oh, Harry - it hit that beating willow."

Harry's heart ached, the beating willow was a violent tree, it grew on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he and Ron had only learned its power the previous year.

"And then?" Harry asked, scared to hear an answer.

"Well, you know the willow," Ron said, "and it's— it doesn't like people to bump into it." ”

"Professor Flitwick just got it back before you woke up." Hermione said in a low voice.

She slowly reached for the bag at her feet, and tore the bottom of the bag upside down, leaving a dozen pieces of wood and broomtail shards on the bed, the remains of Harry's most faithful broomstick.

Harry reached out to touch the shards, but he withdrew his hand in pain, and he remembered that when he jumped out, he had borrowed strength from the broomstick, but he had not thought of it at the time, and he had not considered the possible consequences of the broomstick.

Blame yourself!

Grain

The Gryffindor players around them lowered their heads, and Harry sacrificed his broom to win for them, which was not that good.

"Harry......" Fred opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to persuade him, and was finally embarrassed to be chased away by Madam Pomfrey, leaving behind a trail of mud.

Clark also knew that in this situation, Harry needed time to be alone and accept all this, so he beckoned Hermione and Ron to go out together.

For the next few days, Harry lay in the school hospital, and Madam Pomfrey advised him to stay until the weekend.

Harry neither argued nor complained to her, just wouldn't let her throw away the pieces of the Halo 2000.

He knew it was stupid, he knew that Halo 2000 was irreparable, but he couldn't help but do it, he felt as if he had lost a best friend, and this friend was still pushed away by him at the time, which made him fall into deep self-blame.

During this time, many people came to visit him, all with a single-minded desire to make him happy.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of centipede flowers, but it looked more like yellow cabbage; Ginny Weasley's face was flushed when she arrived, and she gave him a homemade recovery card, which would scream if Harry didn't close it and press it under the dishes or fruit.

The Gryffindor team members came to see Harry again on Sunday morning, and Wood suggested that he could buy another broomstick, and the team could help with applying to Professor McGonagall to sponsor a little money for the event.

"You have to pick yourself up quickly, of course I know how sad it can be for a Quidditch player to lose his first broomstick, but that's what we have to go through, the top Quidditch players scrap a dozen brooms every year just for training." Wood's words, though impersonal, make extra sense.

However, no matter what others said or did, Harry couldn't make Harry feel any better, because what people knew was only half of his troubles.

There were some things he didn't tell anyone, that he had seen "ominous" at that Quidditch match, the big black dog, in the stands of the Quidditch pitch.

He didn't say anyone, because Harry knew that if he did, Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the truth is that it has appeared twice, and both times have been followed by almost fatal events: the first time, he was almost run over by a knight's bus; The second time, he fell from a broomstick fifty feet above the ground.

Is ominous going to haunt him until he really dies? Will he have to watch out for this beast for the rest of his life?

And then there were the Dementors, and every time he thought of them, Harry felt sick and humiliated.

Everyone said they were scary, but no one else was like him, and they fainted as soon as they approached...... No one else hears the voices of their dying parents repeatedly.

Yes, now Harry knew whose voice he heard in his coma.

At night, he lay on a hospital bed, staring at the moonlight on the ceiling.

At this time, he heard her words, heard those words repeated over and over again in his mind.

It was his mother's last words on her deathbed, and she worked so hard to protect him from Voldemort.

He also heard Voldemort's laughter before he killed his mother—whenever he went to sleep, he dreamed in his sleep, filled with wet, gooy, rotting hands and creepy shrill laughter.

This terrible situation haunted him, and he often woke up in the middle of the night, only because he heard his mother's voice again.

Harry even thought he would go crazy if this continued.

So when he came out of the school hospital, he couldn't wait to find the person who was in his image and would definitely help him.

"Clark, there's something I want to talk to you about."

Yes, Ron and Hermione may not be very reliable, but the intelligent and erudite Clark can certainly help him, he is so reliable and so understanding, and Harry has always believed in this.

And things turned out just as Harry had hoped.

"What's the matter?"

On a weekend afternoon, Clark sat at his desk, discussing Defence Against the Dark Arts essay with Hermione and Neville.

Harry looked at Hermione and Neville on the side, but didn't speak.

Clark understood what he meant, stood up, motioned for Hermione and Neville to continue, and led Harry back to the dorm.

"Now it's just us, do you have something to do with me, Harry?" Clark sat on the edge of the bed, his tone was very gentle, and his attitude was very sincere, and he seemed to be trustworthy.

Under his seemingly penetrating gaze, Harry only hesitated for a moment before blurting out the question he had to ask, and by the time he tried to stop, it was too late.

"Why, why do those Dementors affect me like that? Am I—"

Harry couldn't go any further, Clark crossed his fingers, his whole body leaning forward slightly, his elbows propped up on his thighs, and the weight of his upper body pressed on them, which made him look curled up and lose a lot of presence.

"Say, if you want to overcome your fear, the first thing you have to do is to face your fear, there are only two of us here, you can say it boldly!"

Clark calmly persuaded Harry, and at his calm face, Harry relaxed.

"I've been having nightmares all night since the last Quidditch match when I ran into those Dementors."

"What did you dream about?" Clark's posture remained the same, and a ray of winter sunlight shone through the window into the dormitory, falling on his black hair and youthful face, dyeing him with a bright golden light.

Harry endured the discomfort in his heart and recounted his dreams, "There were screams, there was green light, and there were women's cries...... It was my mother, and she was begging Voldemort, and Voldemort was going to kill me, and my mother ......"

"Mother's love is great," Clark sighed, "at the last moment of her life, she didn't forget to protect you, I think she must have only seen you at that time." ”

Harry was overwhelmed by his words, and tears welled up in his eyes as Clark asked, "So, Harry, why are you running away again?" ”

"I didn't try to run away from ......," Harry denied.

However, Clark immediately pointed out his problem, "Since you came to me, it means that you are haunted by this dream, you want to get rid of what you see, you see your mother's love for you as a nightmare, isn't that an escape?" ”

Clark's words were like a sharp knife, slashing open Harry's chest and making him look at his internal organs.

Harry's face was very ugly, and his voice unconsciously raised a little, "I don't want to run away from anything, I just don't want to know over and over again in my sleep how my mother was killed by Voldemort!" ”

Harry couldn't hold back any longer, his head was buried, and crystal tears fell to the ground.

Clark stood up, walked over to him, and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"You must miss her, Harry?"

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