Chapter 347： wake

"Oh, meow..."

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Fisch rubbed his eyes and sat up from the hospital bed in the infirmary.

Then I saw Professor McGonagall sitting by the bed and a large group of students behind her.

That is to say, there is no big problem with Feish and Harry, and if so many people are not crowded in the infirmary, Mrs. Pomfrey should have been mad long ago.

"Fish, are you all right?"

Professor McGonagall reached out and touched the kitty's forehead, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, meow!"

?(●ΦωΦ●)?

The kitty replied vigorously, then touched her belly again, and said, "It's that Feish is a little hungry now..."

"I have food!"

"I have it too!"

"Fei Xu eats mine first, this is enough, and it's easy to eat!"

As soon as the girls standing behind Professor McGonagall heard Mao Mao shouting hungry, they immediately took out all kinds of food from their pockets and handed them to Feish.

Fisch took two foods that looked hungry, and while unpacking them, he asked, "Where's Harry? Is he okay?"

He patted Feishe's head with relief. Professor McGonagall pointed to the hospital bed next to Feishe and replied, "Potter is lying there. He hasn't woken up yet. The Dementors are very vulnerable to those who are already vulnerable. The impact will be greater."

"Oh……"

The kitty nodded faintly, chewed the food in his mouth, and agreed vaguely, "Harry is really weak."

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Just as he was talking, Ron's shout suddenly came from the next door——

"Thank God, Harry, you finally woke up!"

Fisch immediately jumped out of the bed, ran over with the food in his hand, and the others naturally followed in a swarm.

So when Harry opened his eyes and was still in a daze, he found that his surroundings had been surrounded by people.

"Harry, want something to eat?"

(●Φ~Φ●)つ

The kitten borrowed flowers to offer the Buddha and passed the food in her hand.

"Huh? Oh...no, thank you."

Harry froze for a moment, and politely rejected Maomao’s kindness, then endured the ubiquitous pain in his body and sat up from the hospital bed...

Although Dumbledore used spells to save Harry in time, the situation happened so suddenly that Dumbledore could not completely relieve his strength when he fell, so Harry did not have any serious injuries, but some minor injuries. There are quite a few small bruises and scrapes.

Seeing Harry's toothy grin when he sat up, Feishe gave him a rejuvenation shot.

"thanks."

Feeling the pain subsiding quickly, Harry thanked him again.

Then, he turned his head and asked the question that he cared most-

"How is the game?"

Everyone was silent.

Only Feishu shook his head, "Feishu also just woke up, I don't know Meow."

(`ω′≡`ω′)

Harry's heart sank, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope, "We didn't... lose?"

"That boy Malfoy caught the Snitch," Fred said through gritted teeth. "He must have snatched it while Fisch was running away from the Dementor. When the Dementor first appeared, I watched him personally. Fleeing on a flying broomstick!"

"But that's the rule. The Slytherin people caught the Snitch, so they won."

George added regretfully from the side.

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with his hands, looking very annoyed.

His teammates hurriedly reassured him.

Fei, who didn't understand Quidditch, could not intervene in this matter. He sat aside, silently gnawing on the food in his hand.

After the consolation of his teammates, Harry quickly recovered from his chagrin. In any case, they won the championship once, so although they lost the game, they were not particularly sad.

Not to mention that Slytherin "stolen" this game, and everyone was still unconvinced and didn't feel that they really lost.

So everyone lashed out at Slytherin and Malfoy with the same enemy.

The few Slytherin girls who had clung to Fisch's side curled their lips in disdain. They didn't think there was anything wrong with Malfoy's actions.

And Fisch did not join in the excitement. Although he did not understand Quidditch's rules, since Ms. Hooch thought that Slytherin had won, the way he wanted to come to Malfoy was also allowed by the rules, only Harry. Being too courageous, gave them a chance.

However, the caring cat did not stimulate Harry anymore, and continued to gnaw food silently...

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After a while, everyone was quiet again. Harry looked at them suspiciously and found that his teammates seemed a little weird, and Ron was even more hesitant to talk.

There was an ominous premonition in Harry suddenly, because he thought of his broomstick...

He vaguely remembered that he fell off his broomstick at the time. Before he was completely unconscious, he seemed to see his light wheel 2000 being blown away by the violent wind in mid-air. Harry didn't know exactly where he flew. .

"Did anyone take my light wheel?"

Harry looked at Ron nervously.

"Uh……"

"What's going on?"

Harry looked at this and then at that, feeling more anxious in his heart.

Ron hesitated for a moment, and then replied with a whisper, "That's it... When you fell, it was blown away by the wind."

"and after?"

"Later... it hit... hit the beating willow."

Harry's internal organs tightened.

"What happened later?" he asked, but he was afraid of hearing the answer.

"Oh, you know the beating willow," Ron said, "It... it doesn't like the taste of being knocked. Just before you wake up, Professor Flitwick has just sent it back."

While talking, he slowly leaned over and picked up a pocket near his feet and turned it upside down. A dozen pieces of wood chips and twigs fell on the bed. This is Harry's light wheel. The wreckage of 2000.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, and the other teammates sympathized with comfort.

Only at this time, Harry couldn't hear anything, he could only stare blankly at the pile of debris in front of him in a daze.

"Minerva..."

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Feish put down the food in his hand and yanked Professor McGonagall next to him.

"Why don't you send another broom to Harry? Didn't you say that you can buy meows with the team's funds?"

Professor McGonagall rubbed Feishe’s head and smiled bitterly: “The broomstick last time has almost consumed the team’s funds. Now even if you want to buy it, you can probably only afford a sweeping five-star or Comet 260. ."

Gryffindor wasn't taken as much as Malfoy, and it was not so easy to buy a new broomstick.

"I can buy the flying broom myself, and it will definitely not affect future games!"

Harry gritted his teeth and said after being sad for a while.

He even raised one just now and used all his savings to buy a Firebolt to help the team win the championship in the next game, but this somewhat aggrieved idea was soon suppressed by Harry. But it is no problem to buy another light wheel 2000.

Even choosing to buy the Light Wheel 2001 is not a problem. 2001 is not much more expensive than 2000, and it is within the range that Harry can afford.

It was just out of nostalgia for his broomstick and disgust for Slytherin and Malfoy that Harry didn't want to use the same flying broomstick with them.

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?Recommended ticket??Monthly ticket?