I remember waking up slung over Hagrid’s shoulder, and he was racing out of the shrieking shack and into Hogwarts. Everything was a blur.
I wasn’t dead. That was my very last thought as I vomited and blacked out again.
I had ruined Hagrid’s best shirt. No big deal.
I felt like crap. Very honestly, I felt as though I had been forced through the digestive system, eaten down سے طرف کی acids, and out of someone’s anus. Like crap.
So I lay in the hospital wing, bandages wrapped so...
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