Amid the shouts of Senior Taylor, John and others were escorted off the field.

Looking at this scene, Harry closed his eyes in pain.

Looking back on this morning, they were clearly still laughing and joking about Slytherin's temporary change of captain, thinking that they were sure of victory.

But now, they can only lie in the mud, lamenting their failure.

In a hazy state of consciousness, he seemed to be lifted up and thrust into a warm and familiar place with a jolt.

Many people were talking around him.

They seemed to be quarreling and crying.

Finally, everything calmed down.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was his familiar bedroom.

Ron was snoring on the four-poster bed next to him, and the other roommates were also asleep.

At this moment, the horizon has just turned white, which is a good time to sleep.

But Harry had no interest in sleeping at all.

His heart was shrouded in pain.

"well--"

He let out a long sigh, stood up and sat up.

As he sat down, he happened to see the diary with a black cover on the desk not far away.
Chapter completed!