Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 8:15.

Next to a bed by the window in the hospital ward on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, fiery red hair was faintly visible from the gap in the bed curtain. Harry and Draco walked into the empty room under the guidance of Madam Pomfrey.

It was almost the end of the semester. Today was Wednesday. They would leave Hogwarts next Monday. No students were willing to come to the hospital ward actively or passively.

This also resulted in only Ron still lying in the hospital ward.

This allowed Harry and Draco to come to the bed by the window without much effort.

The sky had turned dark at this time, with stars faintly visible, and the fragrance of grass and the smell of herbs constantly coming from the surroundings.

This made Harry's mood calm down, and it also made Harry notice something he hadn't noticed.

Before they arrived, next to the bed covered with white linen sheets, the table next to it was piled up like a small mountain, as if half of the candy store had been moved here.

However, there was something completely different from these paintings that was faintly visible in the candy pile - a toilet seat.

"Oh, is that Harry?" Ron pulled open the bed curtain, with half a chocolate frog still struggling in his mouth, trying to escape the fate of being eaten.

This also made Harry stop complaining about the toilet seat, and said in surprise, "Ron, are you okay?"

"It's nothing, Harry - your protective spell is good, I woke up almost as soon as I touched the pillow, and then - aha, you know." Ron showed the expression on his face when he wanted to show off something, pointed to the candy next to him, and leaned on the table with his elbows to lie more comfortably.

"But unfortunately, I was still confused at the time and didn't have time to tell my story - I dare say this story must be more exciting than all my previous stories!" Ron swallowed the remaining half of the chocolate frog in his mouth and said with a bitter face.

"Malfoy, why are you here." Ron pretended to be surprised, as if he had just discovered Draco's existence.

"Weasley, you idiot, why don't you lie down and rest - and, look at your elbows." Draco said half-concernedly and half-sarcastically, showing a disgusted expression.

"Hey! What is this? Damn it! It must be Fred and George - my candy!" Ron couldn't help yelling, and Madam Pomfrey from the head nurse's office next to him came over.

"What is this? Mr. Weasley, I need to confiscate it, it's too unhygienic! This is the school hospital!" Madam Pomfrey's dead face, which was always stern, showed an angry expression for the first time.

"Please - I don't want it, can I be discharged from the hospital? Hey -" Ron said quickly, and looked at Madam Pomfrey expectantly, hoping that she would allow him to be discharged from the hospital.

However, Madam Pomfrey pretended not to hear it, and went back to her office with the toilet seat.

"Weasley, do you still want these candies?" Draco said with a smile.

"Why not - are you crazy? They are all packaged, and the inside is still clean." Ron looked at Draco with a look of idiot, "It's really unfair. Last time, my hand was stained by undiluted Babo tuber pus, and I was forced to go to class."

"This time, I protected the Philosopher's Stone and became a hero - I fainted for a short while, and was imprisoned in the school hospital. I can be discharged tomorrow."

"By then, my fever - no, I mean, will anyone still want to hear my story?"

"Harry, how about I tell you a story I made up - no, a real story I experienced." Ron looked at Harry expectantly.

"Weasley, you are crazy, we went to the restricted area on the fourth floor together." Draco is not a person who indulges Ron's bad habits.

"Ron, does your head still hurt? Do you want to rest for a while before talking?" Harry looked at Ron's head worriedly - there was no bandage on it, just a head of fiery red hair.

The whole person was also flushed, if it weren't for the hospital gown on his body, I really doubted whether he wanted to pretend to be sick and go to the hospital.

No, there is a kind of patient who is very similar to Ron now - a mental patient, Harry couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Ron naturally didn't know what Harry was thinking. He really thought Harry cared about him. He was slightly ashamed for a few seconds, and hurriedly asked with concern, what happened after he fainted?

When he heard about the troll, "It's just a troll, our defeated opponent."

When he heard about Snape's riddle, he was confused for a moment, and then he thought that he might just be hit hard and didn't understand it. His head was still confused, so he regained his optimism, "That's it, I can do it too."

When he heard that it was really Quirrell inside and was knocked down again by Harry's spell, "Quirrel? It's really him. He can break into such a difficult level. Sure enough, he is not as simple as he looks."

Harry and Draco on the side almost laughed when they heard Ron say that the level was difficult.

"Harry, Malfoy, it is really a happy thing to protect the Philosopher's Stone. But is it necessary to be so happy? I'm still a patient." This time Ron didn't say that he was just fainted for a short while and was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Ron has flexible evaluation criteria.

However, when he heard Harry facing Voldemort, Ron finally returned to normal, showing a look of fear and worry, "Merlin's beard! We spent a whole school year with the mysterious man-"

"I am really a genius, I will go back to tell my parents and Ginny! This will count as my achievement-hehe." Ron quickly regained his optimism.

This made Harry and Draco, who already knew what kind of person Ron was, still stunned.

Harry continued to tell the story, and when he talked about the Unbreakable Pact, "I know, it's also called the Unbreakable Vow."

"The unbreakable oath cannot be broken, and it is not difficult..."

"If you disobey it, you will die."

"When I was five years old, Fred and George wanted me to do one. I almost did it. I had already shaken Fred's hand and stuff. Dad found out and he was mad." Ron's eyes flashed. With the light of moving memories, "This is the only time I saw my father get as angry as my mother. Fred said that the left side of his butt was never the same."

"Harry go on, if you do make an unbreakable vow with You-Know-Who, it might be a good thing."

"Where is the mysterious man? Isn't he the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester?" Ron said with a grimace.

"Weasley, with the Dark Lord's accomplishments, he must have a way to break the contract." Draco said angrily. As a second-generation Death Eater, he had almost blind trust in Voldemort's ability.

But Ron rarely refuted, he couldn't help but want to hear the next story.

"Wait, the Dark Lord is a half-blood?" Draco couldn't help but interrupt Harry. He only now realized that in what Harry just said, Voldemort admitted his bloodline to Harry.

"Get away with your blood discrimination, Malfoy - Harry, go on." Ron said easily.

Draco couldn't help but mutter to himself, saying things like it was impossible.