The celebrity-known Amosta was busy juggling a steady stream of banquets and conference invitations in the wizarding world, while Harry, Hermione, and Ron were not having a good time at school.

Although all three claimed to be fully healthy, Madam Pomfrey was stubborn and determined to keep them in the hospital for observation, forcing them to drink a large number of strange potions every day, and at regular intervals, pulling their eyelids open to see if their pupils were unsettling to change.

Finally, the werewolf incident ended a week, and when it was time for the weekend again, Harry, who was desperate to return to his classmates, couldn't help it,

"I could swear with my life, Madam Pomfrey, none of the three of us have been bitten by a werewolf!"

"It's not a sure thing!"

Madam Pomfrey grabbed Harry's eyelids neatly, and said in displeasure as she shone the light from her wand into Harry's emerald eyes,

"You don't really know how many scars you three had when you were carried back. Of course, there are no signs of being bitten, but studies have shown that werewolves' claws can also cause lesions, and if you can't completely rule out this possibility, let you go back, and think about going berserk in the common room or classroom. Sizzle."

The prospect made Madam Pomfrey shudder, and she let go of Harry's eyelids and grabbed Hermione, who was trying to dodge, and did the same to hers.

"But--"

Ron, who was in line, pointed pointedly,

"Snape and Hagrid have been back a long time ago, haven't they? I mean, they're hurt a lot, so why would you want to let them go and leave us here! ”

"Oh, you know, Mr. Weasley--"

Madam Pomfrey lifted Hermione's other eyelid and said nonchalantly,

"Professor Snape is proficient in potions, and most of those who are good at potions have a knack for healing, and he has the ability to figure out on his own if there are any bad changes in his body, and Hagrid, yes, he did get bitten by werewolves, but Dumbledore has promised that his special bloodline is extremely resistant to that terrible virus."

"Special pedigree?"

Harry, who was rubbing his eyes, suddenly stopped his movements and stared at Madam Pomfrey, who had begun to examine Ron.

"Does Hagrid have any special pedigree?"

"Please don't disturb my work, Mr. Potter."

Madam Pomfrey said in a distraught manner, perhaps because she was a little unhappy with Ron's questioning just now, so she treated Ron a little roughly, and hissed Ron in pain.

"But, Madam Pomfrey--"

Hermione, whose eyes were red, said pitifully,

"We've missed a week's worth of schoolwork, and Professor McGonagall doesn't want to see us fail every class in our final exams."

They were unable to convince Madam Pomfrey to let them go, but she agreed to help them talk to Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall during lunch.

In order to prevent the potential danger of the three of them, Madam Pomfrey arranged separate wards for all three of them, and resolutely did not allow them to meet with the little wizards outside, and even the three of them were only allowed to get together during inspections.

However, due to Harry's invisibility cloak, these rules were nothing to them.

Half an hour later, Harry and Ron were back in Hermione's hospital room, lying on her stomach on a wooden cupboard at the bedside, oblivious to Harry and Ron's arrival.

Harry and Ron didn't mind enjoying a cosy break in the middle of a rush lesson, but being detained in the school hospital for a week without contact with anyone outside felt no different than going to jail.

"I thought we'd be commended—"

Ron stared up at the cold ceiling, his face bored,

"But as a result, the school treats heroes like wizards treat ghouls in small, enclosed spaces?"

Harry was also frustrated, and the main content of the report in the Daily Prophet these days had been Professor Bryan, about Peter, about Sirius, not a word about it.

"Objectively speaking--"

Hermione grabbed the quill, parchment, and wrote quickly, without raising her head,

"We didn't do much that night, did we?"

"Are you crazy?!"

Ron puffed out his cheeks in surprise, and even Harry stared at Hermione in confusion, they all thought she was a little delirious because she couldn't attend class.

"Think about it—" Hermione said calmly,

"Sirius wasn't saved by us, it was Hagrid, Professor Remus, Professor Snape and the centaurs, who fought off Greyback - of course, it was we who captured Peter, but you know, you can't talk about it, after all, we didn't do it in the right way. I mean, we made use of a time converter. ”

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and for a moment, they really couldn't argue with Hermione's point.

"But--"

After a while, Ron finally thought of a good reason, and he retorted with a frown,

"Hagrid, Professor Lupin, and Snape, they're all in the Forbidden Forest because of us, aren't they, and if we hadn't broken the school rules, Sirius would have died in Spotted. Peter's conspiracy is down. ”

Harry nodded approvingly, but then he thought that the three of them had run into the Forbidden Forest that night because they had accidentally spotted Spotted in the door of the common room, but then they went back in time through the time turner, and from the map of the living spots, Spotted should have been hovering at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which meant that the 'Spotted' who had seduced them was probably fake.

Ron hadn't time-traveled with him and Hermione, he didn't know much about the details, but with Hermione's head, she could definitely recognize that something was wrong.

Hermione sighed, but didn't continue to speak, she had been worrying about the time-turner.

Professor Bryan had taken the broken time-turner from her, saying he would take care of it for her, but he hadn't been back to school for a week.

"What's that?"

Hermione subconsciously glanced under her pillow, and Harry, who was observing her expression, followed Hermione's hidden gaze to notice the corner of a magazine sticking out from under the pillow.

This scene seemed familiar, and Ron quickly pulled out the book, blocking the annoyed Hermione with one hand, and raising the magazine in the air with the other.

"Wizarding Weekly, my mom loves to read this-"

Ron muttered, and then the corners of Harry's and Ron's mouths twitched when they both noticed the handsome-looking wizard on the edge of the band, smiling gently.

"So--"

Ron wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh because Hermione was glaring at him furiously, as if he wanted to swallow him and Harry alive.

"Professor Lockhart inherited Lockhart's reputation as a liar, and you transferred your worship of Lockhart to Professor Wire?"

"It's none of your business, Ron!"

Hermione screamed angrily, jumped up and took back the magazine from Ron's hand, and for some reason, she subconsciously explained,

"Professor Bryan's knowledge is genuine!"

Ron shrugged his shoulders,

"Why sneak around, when Harry and I snuck out last night, several Ravenclaw girls were in the hallway talking loudly about whether Professor Bryan had a girlfriend or not, and I was told that this is stupid, Professor Bryan wouldn't have a pimple-ridden little witch."

Bang--

Harry didn't know where Ron's words had stabbed the hornet's nest, but Hermione was visibly even angrier, her amber yellow eyes shining with a terrifying light, and Ron and Harry, realizing that something was wrong, retreated one after another, but accidentally tripped over each other and rolled to the ground.

"Potter, Weasley, what are you doing!"

The door to the hospital room was coldly pushed open, and Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a thin layer, her eyes stern.

(End of chapter)