Chapter 1704 (1/2)

Mrs. Pomfrey examined the black haired boy and found nothing but sleep deprivation.

However, the good school doctor told him to stay in the hospital, filled him with a bottle of magic medicine that could make people fall asleep, put a chocolate frog on the head of the bed to wait for him to eat when he woke up, and signed a sick leave note for him.

”I remember you didn't finish fighting before? Why is it so good today? ”

The middle-aged woman also teases Draco. Usually, both of them are regular visitors to the school hospital. Today you lengthen my nose hair, tomorrow I'll make you bald and so on.

But this is the first time to see the two people supporting the scene.

”Long, long!” Draco's face turned red. He turned away from her and dragged the doctor to a place out of Harry's hearing and whispered, ”before, we were all in fourth grade this year, and we are much more mature. I can't watch my classmates commit suicide.”

”You mean suicide?” Madame Pomfrey did not smile, and her round face had a serious look, like a frosting apple.

Draco turned his head and looked at Harry, who was lying in the hospital bed in the distance. His face was almost as white as the sheet, and he was already looking asleep: ”I suspect he told me he wanted to sleep in the Black Lake...”

”Merlin is up!”

The kind woman covered her mouth. She never expected such a thing.

Hogwarts is a school, a place to bring happiness and happiness, where every child should have spent his childhood carefree.

But it turns out that Harry Potter has been carrying such a heavy burden that he got Muggle depression.

”I have to inform the headmaster that he has been very concerned about Mr. Porter's problems.”

The fat lady opened the window to greet the owl and was ready to send a message to the headmaster.

Draco stopped her behavior: ”no, the headmaster can't be informed about this. He's busy with the top ten tournament. I'd better ask my dean to come here. Maybe there's a proper potion to solve Harry's problem.”

”It makes sense.”

Ms. Pomfrey didn't think much about it. After all, in addition to Professor Lockhart in defense of the dark arts, Snape was recognized as one of the magic medicine masters in the magic world.

In fact, it's just a note. As soon as the owl claws, it pats its wings and flies away.

It wasn't long before Snape, with a overcast face, walked into the school hospital with wind.

”What's going on?”

”I don't know, Dean. When I saw Harry, he was sitting by the lake looking at the photos of the potters.” Draco led the dean to Harry's bedside: ”but today he's very abnormal. He doesn't even fight with me. He says quietly that he wants to sleep at the bottom of the lake.”

Snape took a deep breath and looked at Draco as if to see if he was telling the truth, but this time Draco was sure it wasn't a new prank.

The potion professor came to the bedside and touched Harry's forehead. He opened his eyes again. He could see that Harry's eyes were spinning fast. He should be dreaming.

Did Voldemort's soul affect him?

Snape was skeptical, but quickly ruled out the answer, because Voldemort would never want to commit suicide.