Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Treat sb with sincerity
Upon hearing Harry's heartfelt words, Dracula's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He suddenly pulled open the white curtain between the beds in the hospital wing.
Immediately, a greasy head with a haggard face appeared in Harry's sight.
"Professor Snape?" Harry was stunned, looking at the face on the adjacent bed. He was frozen, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
After all, in just one school year, he and Snape had developed deep resentment towards each other, constantly looking for ways to trouble one another.
Waking up in the hospital wing today, Harry had the courage to express his gratitude to Dumbledore and Dracula for Snape's two rescues only because Snape wasn't there.
However, Dracula's sudden pulling of the curtain, as if unveiling a cover, made the two individuals with a highly complicated relationship face each other directly...
The awkward scene made Harry's face turn red, and he was at a loss for words for quite a while.
On the other side, Snape had been lying sideways, eavesdropping on the conversation next door. The sudden opening of the curtain startled him, and he quickly laid his head on the pillow, pretending to be asleep.
However, his actions of eavesdropping and then lying down were already in full view of the other three present...
"Professor Snape, there's no need to be shy. I know you're awake," Dracula said with a playful smile. "Harry is about to thank you. Isn't it a bit rude to ignore him like this?"
Dumbledore, watching Snape's reaction, smiled warmly and chimed in.
"Severus, don't be so ungracious. This is a good opportunity to mend your relationship with Harry. I'm sure Lily would be pleased to see you taking care of her son," he said cheerfully.
Snape remained motionless on the bed, clearly unwilling to face the awkward situation.
But his tightly pursed lips and trembling eyelids revealed his inner turmoil.
"Pr... Professor Snape..." Harry looked at Snape's haggard face, and his expression gradually became sincere and natural. His stuttering speech turned fluent, "Thank you, Professor Snape. I know it was you who saved me."
After answering a few more questions, Dumbledore and Dracula bid farewell to the recovering Harry and left the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey, the matron, was carrying a bowl of potion for Harry when she met Dumbledore and Dracula on their way out. She nodded lightly at them.
But as they passed by, she suddenly felt something was amiss.
"Professor Dracula, when did you come in?" Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously, "Did you sneak in without informing me? Don't you know that visitors to the hospital wing must notify me first?"
Dracula paused, then smiled, turned to her, and said in a rich voice, "Don't worry about those details, Madam. Shouldn't you be giving the potion to Mr. Potter now? Don't let it get cold."
Madam Pomfrey's expression became dazed, and she nodded in agreement.
Dracula smiled again and quickly left the hospital wing before she fully realized what had happened.
Dumbledore, watching the scene, shook his head helplessly.
Madam Pomfrey stood there for a while before snapping out of it. She stomped her foot angrily and carried the now slightly cooled potion to Harry.
"You're awake, right? Here, sit up and drink this potion," she said to Harry, taking a diary out of her pocket. "By the way, is this diary yours?"
Harry drank the potion and looked at the diary in Madam Pomfrey's hand, then shook his head honestly.
"It's not mine," he said.
"But it has your name on it."
Madam Pomfrey, puzzled, opened the diary to the title page and showed it to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw a name written in elegant script—
"Harry James Potter."