Chapter 387: Stars

The entrance to the hospital wing was filled with young wizards, and the gate couldn't withstand such pressure, opening with a 'creak'.

Madam Pomfrey's face didn't look very good:

"Seven times in three days—do you think this is the dining hall?!"

Madam Pomfrey was of course a kind witch, but she was indeed very strict.

The young wizards shivered, and could only continue the mistake, biting the bullet and saying:

"We heard Harry... and Professor Qiluo woke up."

"Of course, if I were disturbed seven times in three days, I would wake up very quickly too—"

Madam Pomfrey's words hid anger.

In the end, Sean and the others were called in by Headmaster Dumbledore. At this moment, the Headmaster was still talking to Harry. They saw Harry reveal that kind of strange trance, just like when he learned that Professor Sineipu was not Voldemort's minion and that Voldemort was in the Forbidden Forest.

"Harry—"

Luo En and Hemin shouted with trembling voices, and the crowd also walked to Harry's side. Headmaster Dumbledore made room for them, watched Sean with deep meaning for a while, and then walked out of the hospital wing.

Just as they were asking after Harry, Sean turned his head and glanced at Professor Qiluo on the other hospital bed.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and when he noticed Sean's gaze, he struggled to sit up.

"Are you alright, Professor?"

So Sean walked over quickly.

"Of course, of course, Mr. Green, never better in a year..."

Professor Qiluo's voice didn't stutter.

"Out—!"

Madam Pomfrey came to chase people away, and Sean and the others were quickly driven out of the hospital wing.

The corridor was noisy, completely different from the quiet, clean ward. After asking about Harry's condition, the young wizards all breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the Hope Hut.

The sky gradually darkened, and a black cat quietly slipped into the ward.

"Professor Qiluo."

In the evening, beside the single-room hospital bed covered by curtains, appeared a young wizard wearing black robes.

Sean hesitated, not knowing how to state this matter to the professor, so he casually cast a small-voice spell. Turning his head, he saw Professor Qiluo's expression was somewhat dazed.

The night in the hospital wing was blue, and light spilled through the arched windows, illuminating the vases placed in front of every hospital bed.

Harry's area was filled with bottles and jars, various gift boxes, and candies, while here at Professor Qiluo's, there was only a book Sean had sent.

It was quiet here; the noise of the day had already ended, and a noisy Gryffindor student who had broken his wrist during some Quidditch training had also fallen asleep peacefully.

"I think I am about to leave Hogwarts. Would you... like to hear some stories?"

Professor Qiluo suddenly asked in a low voice, in an extremely humble posture.

"I would be very happy to."

Sean said.

Professor Qiluo pursed his lips tightly. He saw the moonlight spilling onto the young wizard's face; this was the umpteenth time he had wanted to bury his head and cry bitterly.

"You know, my student days were a tragedy of unfulfilled desires, inferior and sensitive—that is the easiest time for a person to fall into darkness. I achieved some accomplishments, but they didn't satisfy me, nor did they fill my desires. Under the temptation of dark power, it is hard for a person to control themselves."

Professor Qiluo's voice carried a deep sense of struggle.

"The world under the hands of such a person is pitch black. I deceived myself, thinking the mysterious person would help me achieve honor, but sir, the truth is a cruel thing. Cruel to the point where one would rather be numb than accept it."

His hands tightly covered his face. Sean didn't know if his pain was caused by the damage to his soul and life, or if his spirit had been torn open.

"Mr. Green, please allow me to describe the world at that time. It was a gray-white, with no color in the world. At that important moment, I saw a star constantly flickering—that star named Uranus, abruptly making me seem to perceive something under the moonlight.

The colorful biscuits made me realize the possibility of escaping such a world. I knew that was my only chance. But when I exhausted my courage to arrive at the Headmaster's office door... I hope you never know that kind of despair.

Despair is not the end; the world always has some light. The biscuits in the corner gave me courage again—Qiluo, what a small, hateful, and pitiful wizard. How could someone be willing to risk death to save such a person?

Therefore, when I saw you, I suddenly realized I had long since made up my mind. The moment I decided to die, I felt true relief. Living in deception, disguise, lies, fear, panic, and powerlessness. Mr. Green, such days are not as good as dying for you."

The hospital wing remained quiet, and Sean was silent to the point of being somewhat at a loss.

"This story should have ended with disdain and hate—a greedy wizard, a cowardly and selfish wizard, a foolish wizard... Now he has suddenly awakened. He knows that perhaps there is only one thing in this world that is correct, Mr. Green. That is to fight the darkness to the end, and move forward for your will."

Qiluo deeply lowered his head, placing his left hand on his chest. He knew what he was saying, so his body kept trembling.

There was no solemn oath in the hospital wing, only a buried determination.

Sean stood in the moonlight, watching the light pass through Professor Qiluo's body and fall onto the hospital wing, revealing a blurry silhouette of a person.

After returning to the Hope Hut, Sean was silent for who knows how long, until the curfew bell rang, and a photo in his hand flashed slightly with light.

This was a unique photo, originally a Christmas hall group photo taken by Jia Siting, but now it seemed some magical magic had been added.

When other wizards looked at it, this photo had nothing unusual, but when Sean stared at it, some originally vivid figures faded in color.

Headmaster Dumbledore's gray-white eyes were still kind, and Professor Sineipu's gray-white robes were still full of oppression.

Every other place, some gray-white people would appear. No one knew what this meant, and no one knew where the intention of casting this magic lay. ===== CHAPTER 388 =====