Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 130: In the School Hospital

"Don't be ungrateful, Narcissa Malfoy," a deep growl sounded, "This child is doing his best to protect your kid. At least express your gratitude. Don't act like this child owes you something."

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. On a bed in the corner, the haggard Mad-Eye Moody was sitting up.

Mrs. Malfoy stared at Mad-Eye Moody for a while, snorted coldly, whispered to Draco for a while, and then left without looking back.

"Boy, what you did was noble," Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly, "but it was not cautious enough. We can't be completely sure whether Malfoy is trustworthy. Look at me. I have been cautious all my life, but I was careless and let Barty Crouch Jr. lock me in a box for ten whole months. Damn it..."

Draco's face turned pale and blue. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Grindelwald. I'd better go back to my home during the summer vacation. I'm a little worried about my father..."

"No, Drag!" Aris said, "Your father can't have any more handles in Voldemort's hands. Although you are a Slytherin, you have been recognized by Gordie. You are a natural Malfoy, but not a natural Death Eater. Don't give Voldemort the opportunity to corrupt you."

Aris looked at Mad-Eye Moody again and said, "Professor..."

"Don't call me that," Mad-Eye Moody said unhappily, "I didn't teach you anything."

"Mr. Moody," Aris said, "I have absolute confidence in Draco."

"Hmph..." Mad-Eye Moody's face twisted and he said nonchalantly, "Whatever, you don't want to learn from Dumbledore's many strengths, but instead learn his few weaknesses, that is, he trusts others too easily... Poppy (Madam Pomfrey's name), I'm hungry..."

Madam Pomfrey glared at Mad Eye Moody, called over a few house elves, and brought some nutritious breakfast for everyone.

The breakfast was very rich. Hermione, Ginny and others also enjoyed breakfast together in the school hospital. Hermione just watched Aris eating heartily in silence, and she didn't eat much herself.

Aries noticed that in another inconspicuous corner of the school hospital, old Mr. Barty Crouch was lying on the bed with lifeless eyes, refusing to eat or drink.

After breakfast, Edwards gave everyone a general account of the situation. In fact, it was Ron who asked Harry at the beginning, but Harry had already recounted his experience twice and didn't want to tell it again. Edwards, as a bystander, told everyone about Harry's experience. The more Edwards spoke, the more resentful Harry looked at Edwards.

"Don't blame me, buddy!" Aeris said to Harry, "Once Voldemort's evil ritual of reshaping his body begins, it is irreversible. Although it's just my inference, using your blood to reshape his body is the most brainless thing he has ever done. When he tortured you with the Cruciatus Curse, didn't you feel anything?"

Hearing that Harry had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, Ginny's face turned pale and her eyes were red. She turned her face away, as if she didn't want Harry to see her tears.

"How can I not feel anything? It hurts so much..." Harry said with lingering fear.

"But it's not unbearable, is it?" Aeris said, "When he tortured you with the Cruciatus Curse, you gritted your teeth and didn't scream, but when Voldemort touched the scar on your forehead with his fingers, you screamed so painfully that your lungs were torn apart."

"You mean..." Harry said a little excitedly, staring at Aeris, eager to confirm his guess.

"This is just my speculation. Don't be stupid enough to try it out." Aeris took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm afraid that most of Voldemort's spells, when used on you, will not achieve the effects he expects."

Looking at Harry's heavy breathing, Aeris was about to say something when Mad-Eye Moody, who had been listening with his ears pricked up, spoke: "Potter, even if You-Know-Who is helpless against you, the Death Eaters around him are not for show. Moreover, even if You-Know-Who stands still and lets you kill him, you don't have the power to kill him. The dark devil who has brought fear to generations is not as easy to deal with as you think."

It was like a bucket of cold water poured on Harry's head, and he became depressed again.

Aeris picked up the bag containing 10,000 gold Galleons from the bedside table and said, "What an exquisite traceless stretching spell!" Aeris muttered to himself.

"How is it?" Aes changed the subject and said, "Let's divide the prize money! Although Drag and I didn't touch the Triwizard Tournament trophy, we were obviously stopped by someone with ulterior motives. Moreover, after knowing that you were in danger, Drag followed me without hesitation. The Triwizard Tournament trophy was also lost. Let's count the four of us as tied for first place, 2,500 gold Galleons each..."

"I don't want it," Harry said sullenly, "divide it among the three of you!"

Aeris divided the Galleons into four equal parts and gave one to Draco.

Draco subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Aeris said, "Take it. You are running away from home now. Besides, this is the first money we have earned. It is very memorable, isn't it?"

Draco was silent for a while, but still put away his share.

Aeris pushed another one to Cedric, who, as expected, refused it.

"You deserve it, Cedric," said Aerys. "Take it!"

"No...Eris," Cedric said sincerely, "I would never have survived without you, so this should be yours."

"Don't be silly, buddy," Aeris raised his own copy and handed Cedric's copy to him, "I've already gotten what I deserve."

Cedric smiled and accepted his share of the gold galleons without refusing.

After collecting his share, Aeris handed the last of the prize money to Harry.

Harry didn't even look at it, "I don't want..." Harry just said briefly.