"So be it, as if I care," Elaine said stubbornly.
"You don't care?" Elwyn asked.
"Yes, I don't care!"
"In Azkaban, other than the Dementors, no one prepares dragon blood for you, and no one provides bloody lollipops. There's no warm milk to drink every night before you go to bed." With every sentence that Elwyn said, Elaine's face turned uglier.
"Then what do they eat?"
"I don't know about the other prisoners, but if you go in, they'll definitely make you drink the blood of a troll."
"The blood of a troll? There are people who drink that?!" Elaine made a vomiting expression and said, "I don't want to go to Azkaban, but you saw his behavior. He hit me and did such an outrageous thing to Harry. Do you want me to watch from the side and do nothing? If it was the way of the vampires, that bastard would have disappeared by now. "
"This is Hogwarts. You should take revenge according to the wizard's way." Elwyn educated her. "Well, you can wait for the school to punish him and beat him up when there's no one around. If it doesn't satisfy your anger, then beat him until you're satisfied."
"This is the wizard's way of revenge?" Elaine looked at him. "It's so simple."
"There are many ways for wizards to take revenge. If you feel that this isn't enough, you can use Transformation to transform him into a mouse or something, and then lock him up with the female mouse." Elwyn said, "There are many curses, turn him into a bat spirit, or use magic potions. Believe me, there will be many magic potions that will make him wish he was dead, such as …"
Noticing that Elaine was looking at him with admiration, Elwyn's voice became softer and softer. What was he saying to this child!
He was supposed to spread positive energy, so that Elaine would not be so impulsive and irritable, but now …
Elwyn suddenly felt that he had become more and more black-bellied after spending so much time with this girl.
She should let Hermione talk to her about the school rules …
Just as Elwyn was educating the little loli Elaine and helping her develop a correct view of the world, Harry happened to wake up.
He blinked, looked around, and found himself lying in an extraordinarily warm and comfortable bed, staring at a chandelier that cast a golden circle of light on the dim ceiling. It was a long time before he realized where he was.
Yes, he was in the school hospital. The sky outside was indigo with dark red stripes.
The competition must have ended a long time ago, and the hope of catching Malfoy had been dashed.
Harry's head felt strangely heavy. He raised his hand and felt a large circle of hard bandages, like an Arabian turban.
He raised his head with difficulty and saw a familiar freckled, red-haired person on his left.
"Are you alright, Harry? Thank you for coming to keep me company." Ron said with a grin.
"Ron?" Harry said. "Ouch, it hurts. What happened to me?"
"Fractured skull!" Madam Pomfrey hurried over and pressed him back onto the pillow. "Don't worry, I'll stitch it up immediately. But you have to stay here for the night, and don't overexert yourself for a few hours. You're much luckier than the unlucky guy who was sent here at the same time. He lost a lot of blood and will probably be lying here for a week. Did you really just play a Quidditch game?!"
"Blood loss? Fractured skull? " Harry repeated. Only then did he remember what had happened. That damn ball had hit his head. That guy did it on purpose. He immediately lifted the sheets and sat up. He said angrily, "I don't want to spend the night here. I want to find McLagan and kill him."
"The guy you want to kill is the unlucky guy I was talking about. He's lying next to you. I advise you not to touch him now, or you'll be in trouble if he dies," Madam Pomfrey said, pushing him back onto the bed firmly. "Also, you have to stay here tonight. I'm afraid your injury belongs to 'overexertion'. Not only tonight, you have to stay here until I let you out of the hospital, Potter, or I'll call the principal."
She hurried back to the office. Harry was confused and angry.
He turned his head and looked to the side. The bed was blocked by a white curtain, and he couldn't see what was going on inside.
"I heard it was Elaine who did it. He lost a lot of blood. She's really scary, isn't she?" Ron explained with lingering fear. He quickly added, "But I think he deserved it."
"What happened?" Harry asked. "What about the game? Do you know how much we lost?"
"Oh, I know that!" Ron said apologetically. "The final score was 320 to 60."
"Wonderful," Harry said, his eyes red with anger. "Really wonderful! It's that idiot McClagan's fault … "
"I told you he's like a giant monster. He's not reliable at all," Ron said. "We can wait until he recovers and then teach him a lesson. Ginny and the others said the same thing when they came over. They weren't happy either. Elaine was the only one who hit him. The others didn't even have time to beat him up. Well, speaking of teaching him a lesson, we can't do what Elaine did and make him lose a lot of blood. But I personally think we can use the Prince's spell to make his toes grow crazily. It's very interesting to think about it. "
Ron couldn't hide his happiness in his tone. It was obvious that he was secretly happy that McClagan had made such a big mistake.
Harry lay there, staring at the light circle on the ceiling. His newly stitched skull didn't hurt much, but it throbbed under the bandage.
"I can hear the commentary here." Ron continued, his voice shaking with laughter. "To tell you the truth, I really hope that Luna will be the commentator in the future. Ball-throwing syndrome, haha!"
Harry didn't see much humor in it. He was still angry about losing the game and a little worried about Elaine. He didn't know what kind of punishment she would receive. What was the punishment for making a student lose a lot of blood?
This had never happened at Hogwarts before, but no matter what the punishment was, he felt sorry for Elaine. It was all that idiot McClagan's fault.
After a while, Ron's laughter died down.
"Oh, Ginny came by when you were unconscious," he said after a long pause.
Harry's imagination immediately went into overdrive. He moved away from McClagan and quickly imagined a scene: Ginny sobbing into his unconscious body, confessing her deep love for him, and Ron blessing them …
"When did she go back?" he asked, trying to use a casual tone. "What about the others?"
"Only Elwyn and Elaine didn't come. It was said that they were waiting for Professor Meg's punishment," said Ron. "Ginny stayed the longest. She must have cried. When Hermione, Neville, Corin, Dean and the other players came, Madam Pomfrey drove them away. You know, she doesn't let so many people come in to visit."
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