Harry kept silent as Poppy ran a scan, frowned, then ran a few more scans. Her frown deepened as the results of the scans recorded themselves on parchment after parchment. He let his mind wander as Poppy continued scanning, hoping that nothing was seriously wrong. He tried to figure out the look that Ron and Hermione shared between themselves just before they left and why it left him as unsettled as it did. It was almost as if they were angry that he was there and that he had gone through his inheritance. Why they would be angry though, he didn’t know. A high-pitched, though slightly strangled sounding screech from Poppy quickly drew him from his thoughts.