Chapter 113 In the Infirmary
"Did you win?" Della asked softly before Ron closed the curtain around Harry.
"You'll be happy for us, right?" Ron paused in pulling the curtain and said with his eyes open.
"Of course, victory will be given to those who deserve it. I know how hard the Gryffindors train." Della smiled.
"That's great, Harry won beautifully," Hermione said, walking to Della's bedside. "Let me tell you about it."
Ron closed the curtain. Della looked at Hermione, whose face was full of smiles. Her eyes turned slightly. She estimated that the Gryffindor Quidditch team would also come to see Harry next. In order to make them feel more comfortable celebrating, Della held Hermione's hand.
"Wait a moment, Hermione. There will be many people coming to celebrate for the heroes. I can ask Harry later. He lives next door to me. I think he will have to stay here tonight."
"It's already not easy for him to grow his bones back!" Ron behind the curtain shouted.
Hearing Ron's voice, Della and Hermione both laughed. Della continued, "Please help me pull up the curtains. It's Gryffindor's time next."
"That's so thoughtful of you, Della. We don't mind." Hermione said immediately, but she didn't force it. When Madam Pomfrey came over with a large bottle of Bone Spirit, Hermione quickly pulled Della's curtain and followed Madam Pomfrey briskly around Harry's curtain.
"We won, and that look on Malfoy's face - ouch!"
The curtains were not soundproof, and Della could hear Ron's reckless voice. After Malfoy was mentioned, he probably screamed out in anger. Given that Harry had no bones in his hands, Della thought it was Hermione who hit Ron.
After Ron's voice, the curtains next door fell silent. Della didn't deliberately listen to their whispers. She put on the earmuffs provided by Madam Pomfrey and quietly read the book on the bedside.
After Della flipped through thirty pages, Madam Pomfrey, who was carrying another bottle of medicine, pulled back her curtains and said, "Those people have been driven away."
"I heard your voice, ma'am." Della slid the earmuffs that only did not block Madam Pomfrey's voice down to her neck. She turned slightly to look at Harry's bed with the curtains drawn. "How is he?"
"Mr. Potter has gone to bed. He has thirty-three bones to grow. It will be very difficult tonight. That Lockhart..." Madam Pomfrey complained a few words. She took the book from Della's hand and put it aside. "What did I say, Della? You can't study so hard."
"I only looked for a short while, ma'am." Della blinked and acted a little coquettishly.
"I know that you guys are always thinking about your homework. You won't let yourself go before going to bed. You don't get enough rest but keep squeezing out your limited energy. Before every exam, many people with insomnia come to me for medicine," Madam Pomfrey said naggingly. She poured a full glass of light green potion for Della, "But you can't just rely on potions to restore your energy!"
"I know, ma'am, we should take good care of ourselves." Della took the medicine and smelled it out of habit. When she thought about the smell of several ingredients in her mind, she tilted her head back and drank the soothing potion.
"Now, put on your earmuffs and eye mask, and try to enjoy a deep rest." Madam Pomfrey turned around and screwed up the medicine bottle. After watching Della prepare to fall asleep as she said, she took away her book and said, "I'll confiscate it for now and give it to you tomorrow."
"Okay, ma'am, I've had a good rest these two days." Della curled the corners of her mouth and pulled up her quilt obediently.
Faced with such a polite and cooperative girl, and remembering how she lay lifeless here last semester, Madam Pomfrey sighed silently, packed up her things and walked out.
You say Della is strong-willed, but she had already decided to die when she was twelve years old; you say Della is fragile, but she is so comprehensive that you can't tell at all.
It is precisely because of this comprehensiveness that people cannot accuse him of possible contempt for his own life. However, as a doctor, the last thing he wants to see is someone choosing to live but not wanting to. Whether it is active or passive, it is heartbreaking.
So Madam Pomfrey unconsciously paid more attention to Della. She let Della rest for a week even though she could have rested in three to five days. She also helped her get homework exemption, just hoping that Della could be healthier and more relaxed.
And Della, who wore an eye mask and earmuffs to rest as she requested, did enjoy the relaxation of being alone.
Just like today, Della, who was trapped in darkness and silence, first thought of Slytherin's defeat. She was troubled for a while about Draco's possible bad mood. Soon, Della thought of the dolls in the Shrieking Shack. She was proud of the progress of alchemy, but afraid of the results of the experiment.
But in the end, these thoughts sank, and she embraced the darkness and silence again, and Della returned to herself.
As long as you firmly believe that she is still herself, everything will not be so difficult to accept, right?
Every night, Della would fall asleep with this thought in mind.
She was the same tonight, but beyond her earmuffs and eye masks, the infirmary was particularly lively tonight.
"Go away!" Harry, who had just woken up, shouted loudly. After he finished shouting, he realized that the person wiping his forehead was the house-elf he had seen during the summer vacation, "Dobby!"
"You can't be so loud! Della is still sleeping! She's sick! She needs to rest!"
Listening to the deliberately low and shrill voice, Harry's mouth was covered for a moment, and he realized that there was another house-elf next to him. "Who are you?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"I'm Kwasi," Kwasi replied. He clutched the corner of his clothes and looked around, then gently pushed Dobi with trembling eyes, "Hurry up and say what you want to say. We have a deal that you have to leave after you finish speaking, otherwise I will report it!"
After saying that, Quasi wanted to step aside and wait for Dobby to finish speaking before taking him away. He had just taken a step when he turned to Harry and said, "Keep your voice down! Della needs to rest!" He said fiercely and ran to the door to keep watch.
This request really made Harry very upset. God knew how he managed not to roar in anger after knowing that the platform incident and the Bludger incident were both done by Dobby. In the end, he just jumped out of bed gasping for breath, grabbed Dobby's hand, and questioned him in a hoarse voice about the Chamber of Secrets and the heir.
"Who is that, Dobby? Who opened the Chamber of Secrets? Who opened it last time?" After Dobby mentioned the conspiracy and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry became anxious, and his voice unconsciously became louder. "One of my best friends is a Muggle-born. If the Chamber of Secrets is really opened, she will be the first to bear the brunt -"
"Harry Potter is willing to risk his life for his friends! How noble! How brave—"
As soon as Dobby raised his head, Quasi jumped over, grabbed Dobby's hand, ran two steps, and disappeared with him. Harry only heard Quasi muttering two words while he stayed where he was, "We have to go, someone is coming, and you get too excited easily!"
Harry was stunned for a moment, then he heard a loud explosion. He fell back on the bed and stared blankly at the dark door of the ward. The moment he heard the noise from the other side of the door, he subconsciously lay back on the bed and pretended to be asleep.
"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey, who had rushed over, looked at the sculpture-like figure on the bed and asked in a low voice.
"Another attack, McGonagall found him on the stairs," said Dumbledore.
"He had a bunch of grapes next to him, and we thought he was trying to sneak over here to see Potter," said Professor McGonagall.
Hearing this, Harry carefully raised his body and saw the stunned little face on the bed in the moonlight.
It was Colin Creevey, the first-year boy who had asked him for an autograph and a picture at the beginning of the term.
Harry froze for a moment. He felt his stomach knotted up and his head was hot, but his body was extremely cold. He was so stiff that he couldn't even feel the quilt covering him. He just mechanically opened his eyes wide and watched the professors fiddling with the camera in Colin's hand.
While all this was happening, Della was still immersed in her own darkness and silence, but another pair of eyes quietly opened on her hospital bed.
No one noticed that Maggie had been quietly staying in the infirmary since the evening, watching one farce after another with her yellow eyes.