Chapter 61: Silent Night

Cyrus was injured more seriously than he thought. According to Madam Pomfrey's original words:

"This arm is more crushed than the tea leaves in the divination class."

To translate, it's like dry noodles that have been pinched for more than ten minutes.

Ginny and Hermione originally planned to come over to visit him immediately but were stopped by Harry and Ron. They didn't want to be crowded with so many Slytherins.

"I think you're overly worried, Ginny. Don't forget, it's Malfoy who's injured, not..." Ron raised his eyebrows.

Ginny reacted immediately.

Yes, Malfoy is injured, what does it have to do with Mr. Riddle?

Now, Ginny and Hermione were not in a hurry. It was Malfoy who was unlucky anyway, so what did it matter? If Mr. Riddle hadn't taken control of the other's body now, they would have even wanted to set off fireworks to celebrate!

"But he flies really well. If Slytherin returns to the finals, what will you do?" Ron was a little worried.

"Don't worry, he's not going to fight a second time," Ginny said.

She knew that "Mr. Riddle" was just there to experience Quidditch, not that he really liked Quidditch.

Harry was relieved at first, but then felt a strong sense of frustration.

Just thinking about competing with 'him' as an opponent makes me flinch a little.

The feeling of being completely defeated in a field that I thought I was good at is not good at all.

Afterward, they waited for the Slytherin players to leave the Madam's office before going to visit Cyrus, but they left quickly.

However, the next person who visited Cyrus was beyond Cyrus' expectations.

"Are you okay?" Cho Chang walked in with some food.

Cyrus glanced at the food and saw it was pumpkin pie.

"I just met Diggory of Hufflepuff, and he gave me some pumpkin pie. I thought you probably didn't eat anything, so I brought it with me." Cho Chang explained, she looked very shy, completely different from what she looks like on the field.

"Thank you, I happen to be a little hungry."

Cyrus happily picked up the pumpkin pie and ate it.

He had eaten breakfast a little hastily, and had done strenuous exercise, so he was already hungry. But when Harry or the people from the Slytherin team came to see him, no one came with food.

"There's nothing serious about the hand. Madam Pomfrey said it will be fully recovered by the evening."

"That's good..." Cho Chang was silent for a while, "You flew so well today, and that sloth rolled around the tree, it was so exciting. No one can last that long and still keep up with my actions. Consistent..."

"Thank you," Cyrus responded as he ate. However, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. This cute girl was squirming, which made him become squirmy too.

After a while, Cho Chang finally plucked up the courage and said forcefully: "Can you give me an autograph?"

"What? My Autograph?"

Cyrus did not expect that the other party would actually make such a request.

Has his identity as the Dark Lord been exposed?

No, the Dark Lord has a fart admirer...

Even if there is one, it must be a little Slytherin wizard with an evil nature.

You're a Ravenclaw or a member of the D.A., why are you here to join in the fun?

"I think you might become a great Quidditch player in the future! So, it would be great if I could get your autograph in advance!" Cho Chang said with a blush.

She was still a little shy, but after saying some words, she found that it was not that difficult. "Which team will you join? The Chudley Cannons have not performed well. What about the Irish team-"

"Sorry." Cyrus interrupted her, "I didn't plan to become a Quidditch star."

"Oh -" Cho Chang paused, then laughed, "It's understandable, but it's a pity. You are really talented, very different from your last competition. To be honest, I was a little bit contemptuous at first. What about you? I didn't expect you to progress so quickly."

Cyrus frowned.

Is this progress?

This is a call for help!

Draco Malfoy will still be as bad as he was in his last semester's game.

Well, I can't say it's bad, but it's certainly not on Harry's level.

In fact, Malfoy is still talented. The problem is that he has always been pampered and cannot bear the hardship.

Even if Cyrus wasn't in control of the body, it would be difficult for him to keep training.

Although he has never participated in Quidditch training, Cyrus still encouraged: "As long as you train hard, you can do it."

"Thank you." Cho Chang stood up, "I have to go. I wish you a speedy recovery."

She walked to the door and turned to look at Cyrus: "I think you are very different from what others said, goodbye."

She closed the door to the school infirmary, leaving Cyrus with a ridiculous expression on his face, holding a half-eaten pumpkin pie and lost in thought.

'This little girl isn't obsessed with me, no, she isn't obsessed with Draco, right? '

But soon he shook his head.

"Probably not. After all, we just met once. Maybe she just admired me because I played very well." He stuffed the pumpkin pie into his mouth and changed his position to lie down.

"But if Draco is smarter, it is not impossible to develop a relationship with Cho Chang according to the current situation."

Cyrus would be very sad when he thought about Harry seeing his goddess being with the enemy in the future!

But it's a pity that Draco Malfoy only has his eyes on Harry, so how can he have time to look at other women?

Cyrus chuckled and stayed alone in the school doctor's office for several hours. It was completely dark outside. Madam Pomfrey came out from behind the curtain, bent down, and squeezed his arm.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she let Cyrus leave the office.

When he walked out of the school hospital wing, there was no one in the corridor.

Cyrus avoided the portrait's gaze and took out the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

The blank parchment opened automatically, and lines emerged, drawing a multi-faceted map.

Except for some unknown secret rooms, every corner of the castle is fully presented.

He saw a lot of little badgers wandering around in the kitchen, and there were almost no little wizards wandering around in other places in the castle.

On days like this, even the most energetic Gryffindor would not dare to walk around at night, lest he encounter that terrible heir and eventually be killed!

"It will be harder to launch attacks in the future."

Cyrus shook his head, put the map away, and turned towards the Room of Requirement.

"Let's continue studying alchemy."

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