The hospital was not a very suitable place to talk,
So Hermione and the others did not stay for long.
Scott still had private matters to attend to, so he left for the time being.
He planned to pick up Harry at noon. After the day's infusion, Dr. Mccoy checked Harry again.
Then he asked him if he wanted to continue the infusion.
Harry did not understand what he meant.
Mccoy said, "If you want to continue the infusion, you can continue the infusion for two more days tomorrow and the day after.
If you don't want to continue the infusion, take the medicine I prescribed last time on time. "
Harry chose to continue taking the medicine.
He did not give up the treatment.
Mccoy did not say much. He only told him to pay attention to his diet.
The best food for the next two days was liquid food.
Harry agreed one by one.
Then he asked, "Can I see Ginny again?"
Mccoy leaned back in his chair.
He looked at Harry with both doubt and curiosity.
Of course, the question he was most concerned about was, "Why do you care so much about that girl?" The doctor obviously did not completely believe Jean's explanation.
"She looks a lot like a friend of mine." Harry guessed that this was not a complete lie. He could not say that Ginny was his friend.
Mccoy would most likely ask about the friend's background, address, and family.
And Harry did not want to cause trouble for the time being.
Mccoy really did not know where to start.
He could only look at the wall clock.
He spread his hands and said, "It's almost time for Miss Scali to rest.
She probably won't mind if you help her take care of … Ginny. "
After Harry thanked Dr. Mccoy, he went straight to the ward where Ginny was. Miss Scali was indeed going to eat. After Harry explained the purpose of his visit, Scali hesitated for a moment, but Harry's obedient nature quickly convinced her.
"I promise, I'll sit here and talk to her."
Scali smiled gently. "Thank you."
After the nurse left, Harry sat down on the wooden chair beside Ginny's bed. He looked at the girl's sleeping face for a while, but he didn't know what to say. Other than being a little pale, the sleeping Ginny was no different from the one Harry was familiar with. Her red hair was spread out under the girl's body, and she was like a lily lying on the Phoenix River.
Hogwarts was the name of the lily. Harry's thoughts ran wild. Then he saw a glass vase on the bedside table. There were a few half-opened lilies in the vase. Perhaps Scali wanted to add more vitality to the ten square meters ward.
Harry reached out and picked a lily. He pinned the flower beside Ginny's hair and tidied her messy hair on her forehead. He whispered, "Roses are more suitable for you." Red roses, red roses like flames, with a wandering wind in their fragrance.
He bent down slightly and carefully looked at the girl's cheeks. They were white and clean, without any signs of withering. It seemed that Scali took good care of her. The faint smile on her lips made Harry so happy that he wanted to cry.
"Are you dreaming, Ginny? What did you dream of? " The sleeping Ginny had the posture of a young girl. Harry felt that she should be able to have a colorful dream. "Did you dream of the Burrow?"
The boy held the girl's right hand that was exposed outside the quilt. It was slender and cold. "For a long time, I kept dreaming of the Burrow. I dreamed of Hermione and Ron. We sat around the fire, talking and laughing non-stop. We threw potatoes and sweet potatoes into the ashes to cook. Just the three of us. The twins and Percy were outside in the shed. They were singing and dancing, celebrating Bill and Hibiscus' wedding, and we were hiding together to secretly drink the cherry wine prepared for the wedding. It was like there were countless nights for us to squander, and the war would never come …"
But in fact, the giant mouth of the final battle had already opened. They had already seen its throat, but at this moment, the sparks were so bright. Everyone's eyes were still shining with courage and hope.
"… I kept dreaming of the Burrow, as if the later days would never come. Until even the Burrow began to make me sad, like the snow in Godric Valley and the fireworks in Hogwarts."
But what would Ginevra, who had just turned twelve, dream of? Her life should have just begun, and she should not have too many sad memories. Harry carefully observed Ginny's sleeping face. Suddenly, he felt that her pale face looked a little distant, like a dream in which there were surging waves, white bubbles, and grayish-blue seagulls flying out of the bubbles.
The sound of the seagulls made Harry fall into a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, it was no longer the snow-white ward in front of him, but the beach and the ocean. He could vaguely see the sail away from the shore, sailing into the storm and huge waves. A string of small footprints extended from Harry's feet to the small figure in front of him. She was watching the fishing boat leave.
Ginny! Harry shouted and ran to the girl, but he tripped over a huge shell. When he looked up again, the girl had already turned around and left. He could only see her bare, clean feet and the hem of her robe.
The strange robe was loose and casual, like a whole piece of cloth draped over the girl's body. The color was also quite strange. Harry vaguely remembered that the color was called … the ashes of roses.
Harry shouted, ran, and chased after Ginny, who did not look back. Ginny left the shore and walked towards the endless wilderness. The vast world lay under her feet. Countless cries and laughter echoed in the vast world. The wind filled her loose robe, the thorns cut her sleeves, and the vines sewed them.
Harry could not catch up with Ginny. He could only shout behind the girl, "Ginevra, you can't go any further! You've gone … "Too far.
What stopped Ginny was not Harry's shout, but a surging river. The other side of the river was dark.
The girl stopped in front of the long river and listened to the whispers of the world in the waves. She deciphered them, swallowed them, and turned them into golden powder to fill her soul.
Harry, who staggered over, grabbed her robe — a rose-grey robe — and said sincerely, "Ginevra, you can't go any further."
He looked straight into her crimson pupils, "… You won't be able to turn back."
The girl's face was as white as paper. Faint words appeared and disappeared, and her voice was distorted like an echo, "I can … see."
Of course, you can see. Harry looked at the girl, and the girl looked at him. She looked at the long river and the dark night behind him. She looked at the joys and sorrows of thousands of creatures and the stormy history. She looked at the sections of time that withered and grew. She looked straight into the abyss and looked back at the world.
Harry finally understood Ginny's eyes.
On the young face that still retained innocence, there was a pair of bleak and compassionate eyes.
Harry let go of one hand and said his last words with difficulty, "You may never be able to go ashore."
Ginny smiled, just like when she was eleven years old, "It's okay. I'm not crossing the river to conquer. I'm going to experience, feel, and … read."
Harry let go of his other hand. He took a step back and looked at Ginny in front of him. Ginny looked at him calmly until he stepped aside and let Ginny walk to the river.
Unknowingly, the long river had already changed color. Fiery red, deep purple, and golden orange merged together, as if a flame had been ignited. Its aura surged violently.
"Phoenix River, my own Phoenix River …" Ginny murmured. Then she looked back one last time, "Harry, we all know who that child is, right?"
She didn't wait for Harry's answer. Instead, she took a step forward and quickly walked into the river. The red river rose instantly, and the waves knocked Harry down. He subconsciously raised his arm to protect himself, but he suddenly found that he was holding Ginny's hand.
He looked carefully. In front of him was still a snow-white wall. The only color in the room was still Ginny's red hair.
When Scott knocked on the door, Harry was still looking at Ginny in a daze. The captain had to go up and pat him on the shoulder, "Harry?"
"I know …" Harry came back to his senses and saw that it was Scott. He let go of Ginny's hand.
"What's wrong?" Scott noticed that Harry was in a daze and asked with concern, "Is Miss Weisles okay? I mean — can she wake up? "
Harry looked at his palm for a while and slowly shook his head, "She's fine. She doesn't want to wake up for the time being." Then he reached out and took the lily from Ginny's hair and placed it on the table, "Scott, let's go."
Scott was here to take Harry back to Snape's house. He had also gone back to Xavier's house and told Charles about the house they had chosen. Charles immediately decided that he would send someone to help them move in three days.
"Ah, thank you so much." Harry was still wondering if he should ask Ron and the others to help move.
"I'll definitely come and help." Scott smiled through the helmet. Probably because they were the only ones who retained their memories, Scott and Harry's relationship was much closer than when they were at Marvel Academy.
Harry also knew this, so he didn't refuse politely.
As the motorcycle gradually drove out of town, Harry noticed that Scott seemed to be speeding up. He couldn't help but be curious — there was no need to be in such a hurry, right? Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the team seemed to be grinding their teeth.
After a moment of suspicion, he finally found the answer in the rearview mirror: less than twenty meters behind them, a yellow taxi was following them at a leisurely pace, and the driver seemed to be smiling particularly cheekily.
Probably realizing that it was impossible to get rid of the people following them on the main road, Scott simply braked on the side of the road. He then stood on one foot and looked coldly at Logan who also stopped the taxi by the side of the road. Logan then got out of the car and walked over with a smile.
Harry really felt that he shouldn't be here. Even if he was under the car, it wouldn't be so awkward!
Scott rarely showed a good face to Logan. "You followed me."
Logan shrugged. "You stole my car."
Scott wanted to say how many times he had stolen his car, but when the words reached his mouth, he sensibly swallowed them back. Logan looked at his slightly flushed face with interest and added, "Not only did you steal my car, but you also trespassed into my house and abducted my daughter."
"You dared to leave your daughter alone in that kind of place at night. You should be glad that the one who abducted Laura was me and not some random hoodlum." Scott gritted his teeth.
"I'm not talking about that." Logan laughed more shamelessly. "I'm talking about how you abducted Laura's heart. Don't you know? Now that I'm home, I'm not worried about my daughter not speaking English, but that her mouth is full of Scott, Scott, Scott, Scott … "
Logan's nagging wasn't as cute as Laura's. Scott had no choice but to sternly interrupt him. "So what do you want?!"
Logan shrugged and laughed. "You have to be responsible for Laura." He paused for a moment, then said, "You can also be responsible for me."
"What kind of responsibility do I have for you?" Scott frowned.
Harry guessed that Scott was really angry with Logan. Otherwise, he should be able to think of a reason. "You stole his heart …"
As Harry covered his mouth, Logan turned his head three times in a row. Scott was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices. He subconsciously raised his hand and glared at Logan. "Look into my eyes and say that again!"
However, Scott wasn't wearing his red quartz glasses, so Logan looked into his heroic blue eyes and seriously repeated, "Because you stole my heart."
Just as Scott was about to drive away in anger, Logan came forward and grabbed his arm. He smiled and said, "That's right, there's something I have to explain."
Scott signaled with his eyes that he had something to fart with.
Logan let go of his hand and said rather helplessly, "I've long since stopped working the night shift. That day, I left Laura alone at home for a reason. An old friend of mine asked me to help him cover the night shift. I saw him crying, and it seemed like there was a matter of life and death, so I agreed …"
Scott's expression relaxed. He pursed his lips and nodded slightly. "Mm."
Harry, who was behind him, asked, "So what kind of life and death matter happened?"
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