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Tom walked slowly along the flow of people, listening to the little wizards around him talking loudly about today's Quidditch match. Most of the time, it was the most intense discussion after the game: why the so-and-so team is not in good shape, and the so-and-so sleepwalking all over the place.

If you win, coughing is an eighteen-fold psychological game. If you lose, even breathing is wrong.

In all competitive games, losing is the original sin.

So Malfoy is in big trouble. The story of his father giving every member of the team a Nimbus 2001 spread all over Hogwarts, and now the backlash is coming. Anyone with eyes can see that Slytherin lost to the Seeker in this game.

So Malfoy took the biggest blame all at once.

"Is Draco sleepwalking?" Tom heard a Slytherin student shouting angrily not far away, speaking fast and spitting, "I could see clearly with the binoculars, the Golden Snitch was there. Less than a foot from his ear!"

After the news broke, the surrounding audience, whether intentional or unintentional, was in an uproar. If this is true, it would be too dramatic.

"Really?"

"Really! My binoculars are waterproof and replays..." He pulled out a pair of binoculars and replayed the final match between Malfoy and Harry.

The little wizards happily ate the melon. Some people think that Malfoy is out of place and came in through a relationship, some people think that Malfoy is deliberately letting water, and some little wizards say that Slytherin's failure to win the Quidditch Cup this year is all about Malfoy...

Tom looked away bored, he could only imagine the pressure Malfoy would face. Tom looked forward, where the little Gryffindor wizards were celebrating, and they set off the Weasley Brothers' magic fireworks, which were waterproof, as if they didn't want money. In addition to the fireworks, they also played a flag with a lively lion on it, roaring up to the sky, making a real roar—

The little wizard of Gryffindor stopped, and they gathered together as if something had happened. Looking at their expressions, I'm afraid it's not a good thing.

Tom noticed the change, pushed his way through the crowd, and went there to check on the situation. Gryffindor's little wizard saw the person who was a professor at the school, and consciously gave up a passage so that Tom could enter the core of the circle.

Tom saw Harry, supported by Fred and George, who was covering his forehead and looking groggy. Seeing Tom coming over, both Fred and George looked a little weird.

"What happened? Potter?" Tom squatted in front of Harry and glanced at his complexion, which was indeed normal: Harry was pale, with fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and it seemed that he was in great pain. .

"It's nothing, Professor." Even with a splitting headache, Harry instinctively wanted to hide the pain of his scar. For nearly a year, he has been trying his best to downplay his specialness. He hates the scene where he is surrounded by people like a monkey, and he also hates that everyone is pointing at his forehead in surprise, saying "I'll never die. boy" and "Savior". He just wanted to be a normal student and enjoy the experience of studying at Hogwarts.

The word "Boy Who Lived" was too heavy for him. Behind this word, it is at the cost of the lives of both parents.

Fortunately, Professor Lockhart did not continue to ask the truth, he gave Harry a meaningful look.

"If there is anything you want to say or ask, you can come to me at any time, there are no outsiders here. Of course, my suggestion is to go directly to Dumbledore." He approached Harry and asked in a low voice : "Is the scar on the forehead hurting?"

Harry raised his head in surprise, he didn't expect Professor Lockhart to guess it! For a time, his mind turned around, wondering if he should tell everything.

'Maybe I can talk to Professor Lockhart in private. ' Harry thought.

Tom confirmed his suspicions by looking at Harry's reaction. He stood up straight and said to the surrounding Gryffindor Quidditch team members: "Mr Potter just fell off his broom. It may not only be the arm, but also the forehead, just as Madam Pomfrey hasn't gone far, you take him to see and ask her to prescribe some painkillers."

Tom to Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood. Oliver Wood nodded, then picked up Harry and ran towards the school hospital.

Tom stood there, watching the silhouettes of a group of people gradually disappear.

Harry's scar was sore, indicating that Voldemort was active again. Tom immediately thought of the Riddle diary, he should be doing something.

Judging by Harry's reaction, Riddle's diary should have regained some strength. This fact made Tom feel as heavy as a huge rock in his heart.

Wood's physical strength is good, and he actually carried Harry all the way to the school hospital. But this time Madam Pomfrey didn't come out to entertain them right away. Wood could only put Harry on a bed and wait uneasily.

The door of the school hospital was pushed open, and as soon as Wood stood up, he froze in place. It was Dumbledore who came in this time, holding something in his arms, with Mrs. Pince, the librarian, standing next to them, with Professor Snape and Ms. Pomfrey standing behind them both. UU Reading

Dumbledore put the soft thing on the bed, and Wood took a closer look and found that it was Cassandra, a sixth-year student at Slytherin Academy.

Mrs. Pince said uneasily: "The child didn't go to the Quidditch match, she wanted to read in the library...About ten minutes ago, I heard a few strange noises and found that he was in a coma..."

"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, leaning over to take a look at the student. "And before..."

"That's right, it's basically the same situation as Miss Brown, and it's exhausted. Mrs. Pince found him in the library."

"Miss Wally doesn't like noisy environments, so she didn't go to the Quidditch match today." Snape looked at Cassandra lying on the bed, his face ashen, and his tone was cold and emotionless.

Hearing this conversation, Harry and Wood looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

"Fortunately, Miss Brown's medicine is still left..." Madam Pomfrey came over with a jar with a silver spoon. She gently pried open Cassandra's closed lip and poured the medicine in.

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