Harry and Hermione were supporting Ron, so Chen Yu was the only one who could knock on the door.
As Chen Yu continued to knock, the door to the hospital wing finally opened a crack.
Madam Pomfrey, dressed in her work uniform, only saw Chen Yu through the gap in the door and said in surprise, "Chen Yu? What are you doing here? It's curfew now. If you're looking for Hagrid, come back tomorrow; he's already asleep."
Chen Yu had been visiting Hagrid with Harry frequently these past few days and had become quite familiar with Madam Pomfrey.
Getting through all the checkpoints and stopping Lord Voldemort had indeed taken a lot of time; by now, the moon was high in the sky, and it was already curfew.
"No, Madam Pomfrey, Ron is injured and needs help."
Hearing that someone was injured, Madam Pomfrey immediately opened the door wider and saw Ron being supported by Hermione and Harry.
"Ron, what happened to him? Quickly, help him in!"
Seeing the pale-faced Ron, she quickly ushered the four of them inside.
"He was probably punched by a Stone Man."
Madam Pomfrey said somewhat surprised, "Stone Man? Did Ron provoke the stone guardians in the castle? I know you Little Wizards go wild for a while after exams before results are out, but you shouldn't provoke the castle guardians."
Ron knew it wasn't good to discuss the Philosopher's Stone with outsiders, so he could only nod with difficulty, indicating that Madam Pomfrey was right.
Madam Pomfrey directed everyone to place Ron on a hospital bed and began to examine him.
After a while, Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "It's nothing major, just some internal tearing of the stomach and intestines from a blunt force impact..."
For Madam Pomfrey, who had seen much worse, Ron's injuries were not severe, and she already had a mature treatment plan in mind.
Madam Pomfrey had not finished speaking when another knock came from outside the door.
Professor Snape, still dressed like an old bat with his seemingly never-washed greasy hair, strode in.
"Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore wants me to take Harry and Chen Yu to the Headmaster's office."
Snape's lips curled into a sneer, between fifteen and thirty degrees, as he said, "Clearly, these lawless dunderheads have done something wrong to be personally summoned by the Headmaster."
After speaking, Snape's low-lidded eyes swept over the four Little Wizards who might have caused trouble.
Seeing Ron lying on the hospital bed, Snape's expression showed an 'I knew it' look.
"Hmph~ I'm really starting to pity Professor McGonagall; your Gryffindor brains must be full of Troll snot, otherwise, why would you start causing trouble right after exams? You'll never learn to be quiet..."
Snape spoke unhurriedly, but when he saw Harry, his gaze suddenly paused, and his sarcastic words were interrupted.
His eyes showed three parts nostalgia, three parts shock, three parts trance, and one part disbelief.
"Li... No, Harry, Chen Yu, both of you, come with me."
With that, Snape turned and strode out without looking back.
Snape felt his heart racing; he must have seen wrong. It must have been the shadows from the hospital wing's lighting that made him dizzy, otherwise, how could he have momentarily thought Harry looked like Lily?
Except for those eyes, this brat Harry's personality was almost a carbon copy of his father's; how could he possibly resemble Lily?
Harry scratched his head, feeling that Snape's pace was somewhat hurried.
Harry's hair was getting longer and was almost touching his shoulders.
Hermione stared at Harry's hair, seemingly trying to figure out why Harry's hair could grow so long in just a few hours.
Could it be that Harry was hit by a hair-growth spell in the last few challenges?
But what professor would be bored enough to use such a spell as a challenge?
Harry didn't notice his hair; he just felt his scalp itching and couldn't help but want to scratch it.
Seeing Snape leave, and remembering he still needed to return the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket to Professor Dumbledore, he followed him out.
Watching Snape and Harry start to leave, Chen Yu's lips curved into an imperceptible smile, and he also followed.
Time for some gossip, time for some gossip, time for some gossip... Important things said three times.
Chen Yu was very curious to see what kind of expression Professor Snape would have when he found out Harry had become Harley.
The three walked in silence towards the Headmaster's office.
Snape walked at the very front, Harry second, and Chen Yu followed at the very back.
Harry looked at Professor Snape, who was walking ahead, with a complex expression.
He had always thought Professor Snape, who constantly targeted him, was a minion of Lord Voldemort, never expecting that the timid Professor Quirrell was the actual minion of Lord Voldemort.
Moreover, this professor, whom he had always considered an enemy, according to Quirrell's account, had even saved him during the Quidditch match.
It was Snape who targeted him in class.
It was also Snape who secretly protected him.
This made Harry's emotions very complex: disgust, guilt, mixed with gratitude and other feelings he couldn't quite articulate.
A huge wave of emotions surged within Harry.
Perhaps Professor Snape's personality wasn't so bad after all?
With an extremely complex state of mind, Harry spoke, his voice very soft and conflicted.
"Pro... Professor Snape..."
"Thank you... for saving... saving me... during the Quidditch match..."
Harry felt extremely awkward thanking him, his hesitant posture making him feel like a woman.
"Hmm?"
Harry's thanks caught Snape off guard.
Chen Yu, following behind, was also slightly startled. He hadn't expected Harry to actually thank Snape voluntarily. Could it be that when a person's gender changes, influenced by physiological hormones, they have different thoughts about the same event?
Based on Chen Yu's understanding of Harry, under normal circumstances, even if Harry knew Professor Snape had saved him, he would still hold a strong grudge against him and would never proactively talk to Professor Snape, let alone thank him.
Could it be that when his physiology changed, Harry also became more sentimental?
Snape stopped, turned, and stared at Harry, saying, "Potter, should I suspect that your head was hit by a dungbomb, causing neurological damage? You should immediately go to the brain department at St. Mungo's. Madam Pomfrey must not have checked your head, which is filled with sticky slugs. What exactly makes you think I saved you?"
"Don't think that saying some groundless pleasantries will make me intercede with Dumbledore. You've come to the wrong person. If I had found you wandering around in the middle of the night, I would have personally expelled you, Mr. Potter."
Professor Snape's sarcastic taunts left Harry speechless.
She felt she must have lost her mind to think Professor Snape might be a good person.
Professor Snape was Professor Snape; his personality was always this awful.
Harry, indignant, refused to say another word to Snape and stormed ahead.
Looking at Harry Potter, who was walking ahead in a huff, Professor Snape's eyes darted away slightly.
Why, Harry now not only looked somewhat like Lily but also resembled Lily from behind?
Snape was a bit afraid to call out to Harry Potter and continue his sarcastic lecturing.
Looking at Harry's back, Snape suddenly felt that just walking quietly like this was not bad.
At least he could still see her familiar back.
It would just be even better if her hair were red.
In the silent corridor, the three continued on their way to the Headmaster's office.
Snape quietly admired the beautiful night scenery, though the constant "crunch," "crunch" sounds coming from behind him made Professor Snape somewhat displeased.
"Chen Yu, do you have a hungry dragon in your stomach? Can't you do anything besides eat? Have Gryffindor students degenerated to the point where they can only think with their stomachs? Or does your Mandrake-filled brain no longer know what respect for a professor is? How dare you openly eat behind a professor? Put away your hibernation food and hurry up."
"Given your disrespect for a professor, Gryffindor, minus 10 points!"
Seeing Snape's stern gaze, Chen Yu could only put the melon seeds back in his pocket and then followed.
Chen Yu gave an innocent look. I was just quietly cracking melon seeds in the back. I haven't even taken out the popcorn, chips, spicy strips, or cola yet... What's wrong?
Did I disturb your quiet appreciation of Harley's back?
If you keep staring at Harley's back like that, I'll have to talk to Dumbledore about staff mental health issues.
Staring intently at someone's back, do you know that's stalking?
Harley is just a child, Professor; you're being a bit perverted...