Chapter 42: Become Famous at Hogwarts

After finally coaxing Hermione and the other two away, Mike, who wanted to have a good rest, was desperate. Everyone received the news that Mike had woken up and began to visit him one after another.

Not to mention Penelope and Franklin, who were familiar to him, there were more people that Mike had never even met. These people wanted to take a look at Mike, who had withstood the killing curse that night but did not die.

Later, Mrs. Pomfret could not bear it anymore and yelled to drive away all the visitors. She also forbade anyone to visit Mike on the grounds that the patient needed to rest, which allowed Mike to have some peace.

Mike exhaled heavily and thanked Mrs. Pomfret from the bottom of his heart.

The bed in the medical room was padded with a very thick quilt, which made the whole bed very soft. Mike relaxed his body and felt as if he had sunk into the bed, which was extremely comfortable.

The quilt covering his body had a unique smell of sunshine, which was unscientific. Mike remembered that he had covered this quilt for no less than two days. There

was also a lavender-like fragrance on the quilt and pillow. The faint fragrance slowly penetrated into Mike's nose, and Mike's brows that were tightened because of the pain gradually relaxed, and finally fell into sleep silently.

In the next few days, Mike's headache symptoms gradually improved. Mrs. Pomfret said that the headache was caused by the killing curse, but Mike knew that the main reason for his headache was that he overused magic, which caused his spirit to be damaged.

This kind of injury is not like the injury on his chest, which can be restored to its original state after taking a few potions. It needs rest. The green potion that Mrs. Pomfret gave Mike to drink before was actually a pain-relieving potion called "Elm Leaves", which had no therapeutic effect on his injuries.

After lying in bed for a whole month, Mike's injuries were healed.

In this month, Mike lived a life worse than death. All he could do every day was eat and sleep, sleep and eat. Due to his mental injury, Mike could not release magic at all, and even reading and reading newspapers were strictly prohibited by Mrs. Pomfret.

When Madam Pomfret announced that he could be discharged from the hospital, Mike almost had the urge to scream to the sky. He felt that if he continued to lie down, he would soon go crazy. It was too boring.

Pushing open the shabby wooden door of the infirmary, a black boy appeared in front of Mike. It was Franklin.

Mike was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that someone would pick him up at the door of the infirmary. You know, it was class time now.

Franklin stepped forward and gave Mike a big hug, and said softly: "Next time you encounter such a thing, remember to take me with you."

Hearing this, Mike patted Franklin's back hard and replied: "Definitely!"

The two walked to the hall together. Mike was obviously in a very good mood. Along the way, he kept telling Franklin about his experience in the Forbidden Forest. Of course, some places were appropriately exaggerated by him.

Franklin is a very good listener, always able to ask the right questions at the right time. This makes Mike bragging very comfortable.

When the two came to the hall chatting and laughing, it happened to be lunch time, and the little wizards were walking into the hall in pieces.

Mike originally thought that after a month of settling down, the topic about himself should have cooled down. However, it turned out that Mike underestimated the status of the Forbidden Forest incident in the minds of these bored little wizards.

Almost the moment the two entered the hall, they attracted everyone's attention.

The timid little wizards only dared to hide in the distance and look at Mike curiously, while the bolder ones directly surrounded Mike. They surrounded Mike, their eyes shining, and they chattered in their mouths.

Mike couldn't help but feel numb when he looked at the scene in front of him, and his headache, which had been cured, seemed to be aching again.

This was the time for Franklin to show his ability. He relied on his size advantage to force a passage in the crowd and took Mike out of the hall before more people came.

After finally escaping to a remote corridor, Mike said breathlessly while holding onto the wall: "What's going on? It's been a month. Are they crazy?"

Franklin on the side was in an even worse condition than Mike. He had just spent a lot of energy clearing the way for Mike and was now lying half-dead on the ground, with beads of sweat on his face sliding down his skin to the floor.

"You don't know, but you have become famous this time." Franklin paused for a moment and replied, "Around two o'clock that night, Dumbledore woke us all up, and we were gathered in the hall. Professor McGonagall changed a lot of sleeping bags for us to rest." "

Dumbledore said that the Forbidden Forest was invaded by a monster, and that monster might enter Hogwarts Castle. Although the professors said that as long as everyone stayed together there would be no danger, we were still scared."

"Later we discovered that the Forbidden Forest was on fire, and the fire almost illuminated the entire sky. Professor Flitwick gathered some seventh-year seniors to put out the fire together, and only then did they put out the fire."

"We were all very scared, and many people couldn't sleep almost the whole night. It was not until the next morning that Dumbledore announced the end of the alarm, and he also told us about you."

"You've become a hero! Mike!" Franklin grabbed Mike's shoulders excitedly, "Malfoy told us everything that happened that night! You are amazing."

"I almost forgot to mention that Dumbledore gave Ravenclaw a full 100 points because of you! Our current house score has surpassed Slytherin and become the first place! There is not much time left in this school year. If nothing unexpected happens, the house cup will be ours!"

Mike didn't hear the last part of Franklin's words clearly. He was confused by the previous content. He didn't expect Dumbledore to make such a big scene. To be honest, Mike felt a little flattered.

But according to the content of his previous conversation with Dumbledore, Quirrell or Voldemort was not caught that night. In that case, it means that the plot will continue to develop as in the original book. What

Mike fears most is the collapse of the original plot.

His biggest advantage as a time traveler is his familiarity with the plot. If Quirrell is caught in advance and the plot collapses, then all his plans for the future will come to nothing.

But Mike has watched a lot of science fiction movies in his previous life, and he also has some knowledge of time travel. He clearly knows that the longer he stays in this world, the greater the damage to the original plot will be. All of this will happen regardless of whether or not I participate in the plot. This is the butterfly effect.

"At least before the plot gets completely out of control, I must make good use of my advantage as a prophet and improve my strength as much as possible!" Mike lowered his head and murmured in a voice so soft that others could hardly hear it.