It was Halloween, and the Hogwarts were filled with the smell of roasted pumpkins. Haig had picked the big pumpkins behind the house early in the morning, and they were now being made into various delicacies by the house elves. The Weisles twins were shuttling through the crowd, peddling their masks, weird snacks, and prank toys. The most popular business was the "tattoo service." When Ron walked into the noisy restaurant, he found that many people had tattoos of skulls and pumpkins on their cheeks.
"Hey, our little brother ~" The twins came over laughing. George was responsible for holding Ron down, and Fred quickly drew a clown's smiley face on Ron's forehead. "Happy Halloween ~"
"Damn twins!" Ron stared at the backs of his two brothers as they left. Because of his struggle, the smiley face on his forehead was crooked, looking even funnier.
"Don't wipe it, it won't come off. It will fade in a week." Hermione glanced at Ron, who was trying to wipe off the tattoo with a tissue.
"Oh!" Ron threw down the tissue and found that Hermione's face was clean. He was even more unhappy.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and showed him the back of her hand. It turned out that Hermione had tattooed a pumpkin king Jack on the back of her hand.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked while eating pumpkin porridge. She and Ron didn't have a good relationship. From the beginning, they hated each other to the current peaceful coexistence, all because Harry was her friend.
"Poor Harry." Ron frowned. "He's sick."
"What? What kind of illness? "
"He has a cold. He asked me to help him ask for leave. "
"Did he go to see Madame Pomfrey?" If he had a cold, a cold potion would be enough. Hermione was quite confident in the medical conditions of the magic world.
"No," Ron whispered. "He refused to go."
"Why?" Hermione was puzzled.
Ron's expression became strange. He looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to their conversation. He lowered his voice and said, "You know, the potions for the Medic Wing are all provided by Old Bat …"
Understanding the meaning of Ron's words, Hermione's eyes widened. "You mean … Merlin! Harry is throwing a tantrum with Professor Snape? "
Ron retracted his head and nodded affirmatively, leaving Hermione in shock.
Ever since Harry was' chased 'out of the potions class, Snape had become even colder. Everyone could see that there was a ball of fire in his heart that he had yet to release. The little animals who were freed from the' exploding crucible 'quickly entered the' berserk professor '. They trembled in fear during every potions class, as if they were treading on thin ice. What? The professor was not berserk? But he was already at the critical point! A bomb that was about to explode but did not know when it would explode was even scarier, okay? According to Hermione's observation, when everyone saw Professor Snape in the corridor, they just lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. Now, everyone could see the corner of the black robe from a distance and they were walking close to the wall.
"If you ask me, we should go and complain to Dumbledore about Snape. How can he kick a student out like this!" Ron complained to Hermione as they walked.
Hermione was much more rational. "Whether it was Professor Snape who kicked Harry out or Harry himself who did not want to attend potions class is still debatable."
Ron curled his lips.
After the morning class, they hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls and ran back to see Harry. Ron originally wanted to bring some bread for Harry, but Hermione insisted that sick people should eat porridge. In the end, they packed a portion of pumpkin porridge and a few pies. Hermione also cast a heat preservation spell, so when they brought it over, it was still warm.
When they walked into Harry's dormitory, they realized at the same time how precious the warm food in their hands was.
"Merlin, it would be strange if Harry didn't catch a cold living in a place like this …" Hermione suddenly remembered Harry's loose clothes.
It was not to say that the dormitory was like an ice cellar. In fact, Hogwarts' dormitories had their own thermostat, but this four-person dormitory with only Harry living in it always lacked a bit of liveliness, and it was quite deserted.
The two of them found Harry sleeping on a bed by the window. Ron pulled the quilt down a little and saw Harry's red face. "Does he have a fever?"
Hermione opened the pumpkin porridge next to him. "Touch your forehead, then touch Harry's. See if it's hot."
"It's a little hot … Then it's a fever." Ron looked around in a panic. "Hot tea, I have to get him a cup of hot tea."
"Ronald, don't move." Hermione commanded in a very imposing manner. "Help Harry up and put a pillow behind his back for him to lean on. I'll feed him the porridge."
Harry, who was a little dazed from the fever, was almost awake when Ron helped him up. At this time, he opened his eyes and vaguely refused. "I don't want Hermione to feed me."
Hermione, however, put the spoon into Harry's mouth and pressed down his tongue. "Say 'ah'." Harry involuntarily opened his mouth. Hermione carefully looked at his throat. "Fortunately, it's only a little red and swollen."
Ron watched Hermione feed Harry the porridge, stunned. "Granger, you're really like …" My mother. Of course, Ron didn't dare to finish his words. Hermione glanced at him. "Go and get a cup of hot water." Ron obeyed.
Harry hadn't eaten much since last night. After drinking half a bowl of pumpkin porridge, he finally felt better. Hermione saw that he didn't want to eat much, so she handed him the water that was no longer hot. Watching him drink it slowly, she asked Ron to get a wet handkerchief for Harry to wipe his face.
Ron looked at him with fear. "Harry, do you feel better?"
"A little better." Harry was a little shy under Hermione's care, but he did feel much better. "It's just a little soft."
"It's also a little hot." Hermione simply touched Harry's forehead. "I think you should go to the medical wing." Harry obviously caught a cold during the change of season. Once he caught a cold at this time, it would be difficult for him to recover.
"I don't want to go …" Harry muttered, sneezed again, and then a stream of snot flowed out.
"Lie down." Ron quickly stuffed Harry under the quilt, and then found that Harry was sleeping in a sweater. "Dude, are you so afraid of the cold?"
Hermione only then noticed that Harry was sleeping in so many clothes. "You'll catch a cold more easily like this." Seeing that the two boys were puzzled, Hermione added, "Think about it. He wears so many layers under the quilt at night, and only one layer in the morning. Wouldn't it be easier for him to feel cold? Besides, it's easier to warm up under the quilt with less clothes. "
Ron seemed to understand, but he quickly took off Harry's sweater, making Harry blush. Hermione was a girl!
The blushing Harry was stuffed back under the quilt by the two boys, but he still refused to go to the medical wing. Ron had to signal Hermione with his eyes: What should we do?
Hermione glared at Ron. What could she do? She only knew what her parents did when she was sick, but there was no common cold medicine here. Looking at Harry's red face, Hermione could only persuade him. "Harry, let's go find Madam Pomfrey. Don't be angry with Professor Snape."
"Angry … angry with Snape?" Harry suddenly wondered if he was hallucinating from the fever. "I'm angry with Snape?" Why did it sound so fantastical?
Hermione glanced at Ron, and Ron scratched his head. "You don't want to go to the medical wing. Isn't it because the potions there are provided by Snape?"
Harry sneezed at Ron. "I'm … I'm …" Your grandma's leg. Harry, the good boy who didn't swear, caught his breath and explained, "I just don't want to take the medicine."
The two suddenly realized that the potions weren't that good. Most of the time, they were actually very disgusting.
But this problem was even more difficult to solve. Anyway, no one dared to ask Snape to concoct orange-flavored cold medicine.
In the end, Harry still didn't go to the medical wing. In the afternoon, Beast Boy and the others came to visit him. After understanding the situation, Koro excitedly ran back to the Union Building and stuffed a large pile of common medicine into Harry's hands. "Peter's mother prepared this." The older and more mature Blue Beetle hurriedly stopped Harry, who was about to take the medicine, and picked out two that matched the symptoms from the pile of medicine. Everyone watched as Harry took the medicine according to the instructions and lay down properly. After repeatedly reminding him to drink more hot water, they left.
Hermione, Ron, and the others came after class. Seeing that Harry had already taken the medicine and fallen asleep, they didn't wake him up. They quietly closed the door and went out to eat a sumptuous Halloween dinner.
At the dinner table, the two finally saw how popular Harry was. From time to time, people from other schools came to ask about Harry's condition. Hermione didn't have the patience to deal with them and simply sat next to Percy. Ron had to repeatedly explain to others that Harry had already taken the medicine and fallen asleep.
Finally, Ron was able to relax and eat. Xi Mo poked him with a strange expression and said, "Hey, someone else is here."
Ron held a roasted wing in each hand. He looked up and saw a certain platinum-haired Slytherin looking at him with disgust.
"Cough cough cough …" Ron spat out a chicken bone. "What are you doing here?"
Draco raised his head arrogantly, as if he didn't want to poison his eyes with the way the poor Weisles ate. "Why isn't Harry Potter here?"
Ron was already tired and didn't have the energy to quarrel with Slytherin. He continued to eat while answering, "He took the medicine and fell asleep."
Draco frowned. "What medicine did he take?"
"They —" Ron pointed to the foreign students. "They brought medicine for Harry."
"Muggles' medicine?" Draco suddenly raised his voice with obvious reproach. "You actually let Potter take Muggles' medicine?"
His tone sounded as if he had fed Harry poison. Ron thought so and stared at Draco with dissatisfaction. "What's wrong with Muggles' medicine? It tastes better than Old Bat's magic potion, right? "Although he had never taken it before.
"You!" Draco hated talking to Weisles. In the end, he just glared at Ron fiercely and turned away. When Ron looked up again, he found that Draco had actually gone to the foreign students.
Harry didn't know what was going on outside. When he woke up, he only felt thirsty. He sat up and found a thermos flask on the bedside table. The water inside was still warm.
While drinking, Harry noticed that there was a small golden-red package on the bedside table. He opened it and saw that it was a bag of small pumpkins half the size of a fist. Harry picked one up and took a bite. He found that it was a chocolate-filled soft candy. He looked at the note under the package. It turned out that the twins asked Ron to give it to him.
Looking at the jack-o-lantern flying around on the note, Harry felt much better.
The sweater he took off was pressed on the quilt. Like the coat on the chair, it was the twins who had bought it for him by mail. According to the twins, some daily necessities could actually be bought by Owls. It was just that Muggles might not know this, so Hermione asked Harry to come over and ask them. The twins also gave him a mail-order guide.
Harry touched the thick sweater. It was said that it had a long-lasting warming spell. He didn't know if he had used more than half of his bonus from the twins.
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