On the night of defeating Voldemort, Rig slept more heavily than he expected.

In the morning, Madam Pomfrey came to bring them breakfast.

As soon as the curtain of the four little wizards' beds was lifted, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, gently placed the plate on the head of their bed, and left.

A number of young wizards had come to the infirmary in the morning, noisily talking about their problems, and from time to time there was a wordless roar from Madam Pomfrey...... That didn't wake Rig, and he rolled over and fell into a deep slumber.

It could be mental, physical, and magical drains, and so did Hermione.

Ron slept awkwardly, and he kicked the white quilt in the infirmary to the bottom of the bed, foreseeing the future of him being scolded by Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione didn't change her position all night, she lay on her side, her face pressed red marks, like a begonia spring sleep, endearing.

Harry lay stiffly on the bed with his hands on his stomach, curled up on his legs.

When he was at his aunt's house, he slept in the cupboard at the corner of the stairs, and the bed was only a small one. Even after living at Hogwarts for so long, Harry wasn't used to relaxing and sleeping on his back.

Time is like the hands of an alarm clock that has been dialed, rushing by. Before they could sleep enough, it was already noon when the sun was shining on their eyelids.

Before Rig could open his eyes, he heard Ron shouting excitedly, "Did you see me that moment?" ”

Hermione and Harry didn't speak, just kept their heads down and hurried to stuff their lunch into their mouths.

When I woke up, my stomach was empty and flat like a layer of paper. They were so hungry that they could eat a troll, and they didn't know where Ron got his energy from.

Ron, who had no one to listen to, put down the spoon in his hand and instead scooped a spoonful of pumpkin chowder from the bowl.

The enticing aroma of fried chicken thighs seduced Rig as he sat up and stretched and yawned.

"Oh~" Rig sighed in pain, obviously he wasn't beaten by the jumping bulbs like Harry and Ron, and now he felt as if his whole body had been taken apart and reassembled, and it hurt when he moved.

He rubbed his face and pulled back the curtain of his hospital bed.

"Good afternoon, poof......" He almost choked on his own saliva.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, somewhere else, found a small round table where they were sitting together to eat, and there was an empty seat that looked like it was reserved for Rig.

It's just that the current picture is too funny, and Rig has never seen a pig's head so much like a pig's head.

Hermione, who sat next to the two pigs' heads, looked more delicate.

Harry and Ron's faces were swollen and bruised, and Rig could only tell who they were by the color of their hair.

Ron's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Rig finally waking up, and when he opened his mouth, he grinned in pain, but he still insisted on asking, "Rig, did you see me?" ”

Ron raised his knife and went down, a piece of crispy bacon split in two.

"I saw it, I saw it in both ears."

Rig looked at Ron perfunctorily and asked curiously, "Didn't Madam Pomfrey give you medicine?" ”

The breakfast that had been brought in the morning had already been cold, and Hermione and the others had eaten it freshly brought by Madam Pomfrey.

Rig jumped out of bed and walked over to Hermione and sat down next to hermione as he spoke. He twisted his neck, clicked, and his stiff body made him want to do a set of radio gymnastics.

Harry's mouth was stuffed with quiches and chicken thighs, and he mumbled, "No, Madam Pomfrey said she wanted us to remember the pain now. ”

Not knowing which muscle of his face was involved, Harry wrinkled his face in pain.

Ron looked bitter and complained to Rig, "Aren't we also for the Philosopher's Stone?" It's not like a night tour to get caught......"

"So, you've never swam all night?"

Before anyone could make a sound, Madam Pomfrey slowly turned out of the back room of the infirmary.

In this busy morning, she didn't have time to eat lunch, just to receive the little wizard who was chasing and making trouble and almost broke her little thin neck!

Rig and the other three looked at each other awkwardly, and for a moment the air in the medical room fell silent.

Harry craned his neck as he tried to swallow the startled piece of quiche that was stuck in the middle.

Rig nervously handed him water.

Oh, my God! Harry's face turned purple!

The young wizards did not answer, and began to eat as quietly as chickens, and Madam Pomfrey was not surprised.

Even a real good baby will have a night trip a few years later at Hogwarts.

After all, who doesn't have a friend anymore? Madam Pomfrey sighed, thinking that she had gone so astray in the first place.

A 50-point deduction for Slytherin in one night made her famous in the family, and she was brought up at every family gathering.

"So, you're all awake?"

A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Professor Dumbledore paced towards him, touching his long white beard.

He changed into a gorgeous star wizard robe today, and even his hat has jumping stars as an embellishment.

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at the sight of Dumbledore.

The little wizard had experienced such a night, and he needed a rest.

In the morning, Dumbledore, who couldn't wait to come directly, was chased away by her.

Right now?

Madam Pomfrey turned, scrutinizing the boys, barely giving Dumbledore a place to pass.

"Inquiries are only allowed for half an hour, and they need to rest." Madam Pomfrey majestically underestimated the judgment of the big boss of the infirmary.

Then, she flipped the sign at the door, adjusted the sign to rest, no entry, hummed a small tune, and went to eat.

Dumbledore was grateful for the personal time and space his good colleagues had given him, and he smiled and decided to send Madam Pomfrey a box of sugar rats in a moment.

Madam Pomfrey hates rats the most.

As soon as they saw the Headmaster coming, the quartet all stood up, and Dumbledore waved his hand so that they didn't have to pay attention to him.

He randomly found a hospital bed close to Rig's small dining table and sat down.

Rig opened his mouth to remind Dumbledore that it was Ron's bed, and the quilt had fallen to the floor from the other side.

Before Rig could speak, Dumbledore, who couldn't wait, spoke, his eyes wide open, and his sincere eyes were cast on everyone.

"Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Rig looks at Hermione, Hermione looks at Rig, and Harry and Ron look at Rig together.

Eventually, Rig understood, and he picked up the glass and took a sip of water, starting with the loud noise they heard after the exam yesterday.

It was obviously yesterday, but Rig now feels like a world away.

Dumbledore listened to Rig's narration and nodded from time to time.

He listened quietly for a while, his eyes full of playful smiles, and Dumbledore asked slowly, "So you know the level has changed?" ”

Ball subscription ball recommendation ticket and commuter pass!

Why can't the quilt cover be put on by yourself! Why can't the keyboard code words by itself!

(End of chapter)