Chapter 223: Hogwarts without Della - He and She Collapse

Chapter 223: Hogwarts without Della - He and She Collapse

Harry, who was injured all over his body, did not go to his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but went to the infirmary alone.

He has been hurting people since he was born.

As Madam Pomfrey examined him, Harry couldn't help but think of Draco's words, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey noticed his trembling and immediately stopped chattering, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere else?"

When he was young and didn't know how to fight off Voldemort, he fought off Voldemort and he lost his parents.

He revealed his friend's secret when he never intended to, and he lost his friend.

When he didn't care about the reputation of a savior at all, he gained it and lost himself.

"It just hurts a little," Harry said, his voice was very low, his heart ached. He felt that he had come to this world, but he had no autonomy at all. All the good and bad things were piled on him. He seemed to exist simply for others. "Can I lie here for a while, Madam Pomfrey?"

Harry's injury was not serious, and there was no need for him to stay in the infirmary to recuperate, but his expression showed a kind of terminal pain. Madam Pomfrey was silent for a while, and finally agreed. She stroked Harry's forehead and smoothed his always messy black hair a little. "Rest as much as you can this afternoon, Mr. Potter."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Harry's voice was still very low. He nodded to Madam Pomfrey and lay down directly, but there was no relaxation on his body. He lay there, stiff all over, with his green eyes wide open, like a corpse without a soul.

At first, Harry's mind was blank. He just stared at the pale ceiling. The meaningless ceiling in his eyes now had a strange sense of concept, filling his mind.

Gradually, the ceiling got closer and closer to him, and the paleness filled his vision more and more. Finally, the concept of the ceiling disappeared, and Harry's thoughts also flowed in this blank space.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! It's him! Go! I'll hold him back!"

Harry saw the tall, blurry figure again and heard the nervous male voice, and he knew that his thoughts were going in a bad direction.

However, apart from a little sadness that welled up in him, he still felt so empty, without the heart-wrenching grief he had felt in front of Professor Lupin.

"Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please - I'll do anything -"

His mother's shrill scream followed, and tears rolled down Harry's eyes, but there was no movement on his face, not even the slightest muscle movement.

For the first time in history, he was able to control his emotions when faced with the most painful and hazy memories, but he was able to achieve this control under the cognition of being something other than "Harry".

Savior, savior, savior, Harry Potter is the savior, the savior who defeats the Dark Lord, the savior who reveals the Dark Lord's bloodline.

Savior, savior, savior, Harry Potter is the savior, the savior betrayed by his godfather, the savior who lost his parents.

Savior, savior, savior, Harry Potter is the savior, Harry Potter is the savior, Harry Potter is the savior.

If it isn't Harry Potter the savior, then what could it be?

What could it be?

Would it be a child living in fear of Voldemort but with loving parents?

Would it be the student who was terrified in school but never bothered by misunderstandings?

Would it be an ordinary wizard, one without all the expectations placed on him?

He is not an ordinary child, not an ordinary student, not an ordinary wizard, but he is never the savior Harry Potter.

But everyone only saw the savior Harry Potter. If Harry Potter was only seen as the savior, where was the ordinary Harry Potter?

He is an ordinary person, and the savior is an extraordinary person. All the magnificent sorrow and fame should belong to the extraordinary savior.

The one who has been hurting people since birth should be the savior.

The one whose parents are dead, who is misunderstood by friends, who is never seen should be the one——

No, the savior was seen, but the suffix of the savior, Harry Potter, was not seen—

He is Harry Potter.

He is Harry Potter.

He is Harry Potter!

At this moment, the torn Harry Potter returned to Harry, the painful past returned to Harry, and the confused present returned to Harry. Harry collapsed, twisted the quilt with both hands, and cried with a twisted face, "No! I am not!!"

No, no, not the Harry Potter who has been hurting people since birth, no, no...

"Hoo-hoo-hoo-" Harry, who was crying bitterly, suddenly twitched. The muscles on his face trembled violently. When Madam Pomfrey, who had heard the noise and hurried over, and Hermione, who had appeared here somehow, ran towards him, he fainted with his eyes rolled back.

"Respiratory alkalosis!" Hermione, whose parents are both dentists and have some medical knowledge, shouted immediately, "He cried so hard that he went into shock!"

"I'm here." After checking Harry, whose body was still twitching slightly, Madam Pomfrey calmed down. While taking emergency measures for Harry, she shouted to Hermione, "Go call Professor McGonagall. Psychological problems can't be solved easily!"

Hermione dropped her heavy bag containing her Transfiguration paper, glanced at Harry worriedly, and ran out, not even bothering to think about which way she would go as she was about to finish her Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She ran desperately, thinking only of helping Harry as soon as possible.

But before Hermione came over with Professor McGonagall, Snape and several other students brought over a Slytherin seventh-year girl who was twitching slightly. Madam Pomfrey, who had just stabilized Harry's condition, hurried over again, checking the girl's body while asking the person who brought her, "What's wrong with her?"

"I just started teaching, and before I could ask any questions, she started crying," Snape frowned, "and then fainted from crying."

"Again?" Madam Pomfrey found that the girl was as emotional as Harry and cried for a while. She couldn't help asking, "Have the students experienced anything stressful recently?"

"Uh, Avian's family, Avian's family," a girl who followed over spoke tentatively, "Avian's family went bankrupt recently, and I heard they owe a lot of foreign debts."

"Oh, poor child. Your family has suffered such a great change." Madam Pomfrey frowned and sighed as she looked at the girl with tears on her face. Snape, who had been staring at Harry, now turned his gaze to Ivian.

Another one.

Snape thought so, another company that went bankrupt after the Ministry of Magic of Country Y implemented the Technology Applicability Act.

During this month, he heard this kind of news almost every day. Although Snape didn't know much about economics, he knew that huge amounts of wealth and industries changed hands in this process.

In the sealed room that belonged to Della at Durmstrang, Trevor respectfully placed a thick stack of reports in front of Maggie, "The plan went smoothly. It's all here, sir."

Trevor's attitude was very respectful, but he couldn't suppress the smugness on his face. In the past month, he had been deeply involved in the pursuit and blockade of some industries in the magic world of Country Y by foreign capital, and had witnessed power and wealth beyond his imagination.

"Haisi-sa (I know)," Maggie just flicked the report with her tail, looking uninterested. They had several more months to lay mines and prepare than Country Y, and they also had sufficient funds and resources. Under such circumstances, failure was unexpected. "Haisi-sa (They all know about the report, right? Tell them that all participants can share one-fifth of it)."

"Hai-sashi (Tell them to be free and take whatever local assets they want)," Maggie looked at Trevor with cold snake eyes, "Hai-shi (This is what they deserve)"

And smart people also know what they should take and what they can take.