Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Then there was the fragrance of lavender, and the rustling particles slowly slid from the mouth into the throat.

"Okay, lie down and rest again!" Madam Pomfrey instructed.

The potion took effect very quickly. Less than three seconds after taking it, he just lay down on the bed and felt the dull pain relieved.

Then the sleepiness came and made him lose consciousness...

When he woke up again, it was the same bright sunshine.

He briefly calculated that two days might have passed.

Not only did he miss Professor Quirrell's class, but he also missed Professor Snape's class.

When he thought of this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to know Professor Quirrell's current situation, and at the same time, he didn't want to miss out on the knowledge of the two professors...

The first to come to visit him were his roommates. They surrounded Madam Pomfrey and asked all kinds of questions, wanting to know if there were any sequelae from fighting the troll that caused him to need hospitalization;

At first, Madam Pomfrey would answer in a friendly voice, but soon she was annoyed by the questions and pushed all the roommates out on the grounds that "the patient needs to rest."

Next came Penelope and the members of the Quidditch team. With the roommate's previous experience, they were asked to leave the school hospital without saying a few words.

Harry and the others also came, but under the pressure of Madam Pomfrey, they could only keep their voices as low as possible and whisper three greetings.

Ron said, "George and the others told me that you had a headache because you were hit by the troll, right?"

Vizet rubbed his temples. He knew why his roommates were so anxious and would not let go of Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione blushed and said, "Thank you for speaking for me... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become friends with Ron and Harry."

Harry was about to say something when he was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey, "You can go out!"

Harry bravely defended himself, "But I didn't say a word..."

Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows high, "The patient needs to rest, and you have said a word! A total of three sentences!"

With Harry's "ah", the three were pushed out of the school hospital.

Vizet had a simple meal, mainly some pumpkin oatmeal porridge and stew.

There were also several oil paper bags on the table, which contained some candies, cakes, biscuits and meat jerky;

and a silver utensil, which emitted white smoke, the smell of lavender.

Madam Pomfrey introduced: "The snacks are from the freshmen of Hufflepuff. I didn't know you have such good relationships with people!"

"The silverware was sent by Professor Quirrell. He asked me to light it, saying that it would help relieve headaches."

"Professor Snape checked it at the time and added some lavender essential oil to it before letting me light it."

When Snape was mentioned, Snape appeared immediately.

He walked into the hospital wing in silence, holding a cup of silver misty potion in his hand, the same potion that Vizet had drunk yesterday.

Vizet noticed that Snape's steps were a little strange, but he didn't have time to look closely.

Before Snape left, he still glanced at Vizet, then curled his lips and left.

Vizet touched the table beside him thoughtfully, wanting to take the notebook in his hand.

"Can you take a break?" Madam Pomfrey said helplessly, "Your diligence... exceeds most Ravenclaws I have seen."

"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey, I have to remember the formula of this potion..." Vizet took the potion and took a sip.

"This scent is definitely lavender, but I don't know if it is a tincture or essential oil... Take another sip!"

"It should be a tincture! The alcohol evaporates during the boiling process... The particles in the mouth are moonstone powder!"

"What is the sticky texture? It's probably moon nectar plus wormwood infusion, and it tastes a bit sweet..."

He tried to deduce the specific formula of this potion according to the skills Snape had taught him before.

As the potion in the measuring cup decreased, Vizet's eyelids became heavier and heavier. He forced himself to finish the last stroke before finally falling asleep.

This action made Madam Pomfrey very distressed.

After she sealed the door of the school hospital, she immediately "rushed" to Snape's office.

The first time he saw Madam Pomfrey, Snape immediately frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with the potion? Impossible!"

"Are you putting too much pressure on that child?" Madam Pomfrey questioned, "As soon as you left, he started taking notes."

"Taking notes?" Snape was a little confused, "What notes? Then why did you come to me?"

Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms, "He was tasting the potion while calculating the formula. Is this your assignment?"

"Calculate the formula?" Snape's eyelids twitched, "So what? As a student, this is what he should do!"

"But he is a patient now!" Madam Pomfrey is a very gentle person, but when dealing with patients' problems, she always argues with reason.

Snape said calmly: "Then I will make another potion... until he is well."

After sending Madam Pomfrey away, Snape's lips moved and he shook his head slightly and said: "This kid!"

Chapter 73 "Ancient Magic: Self-shaping (Devil's Web)"

In the dim unknown storage room, Dumbledore walked among a crowd of miscellaneous items.

He walked to the deepest part of the storage room and found a huge object covered by gray cloth.

He lifted the gray cloth with force, and dust flew wildly in the air.

"The dirt is gone!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and not only did the dust disappear, but the gray cloth also returned to its original white color with the help of magic.

"What a useful magic!" He smiled slightly and looked sideways at the object covered by gray cloth.

It was an imposing mirror, at least over two meters high, with the top almost reaching the ceiling.

There is a line of flowing cursive characters on the top, which is engraved with "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi".

An exquisite serpentine relief forms a golden frame, and two arched serpentine statues support the base, ensuring that the mirror remains standing.

He stood there for a long time, but never dared to stand in front of the huge mirror. He just rubbed the relief of the mirror frame with his fingers, and the light of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

A large group of bright light appeared behind him, and a silver-white horse-shaped water monster appeared and wandered in front of the huge mirror.

Dumbledore looked at the patron saint of kelpies and asked in a low voice: "Newt, is there any news?"

The horse-shaped water monster was suspended in mid-air and said in an old voice: "Principal Dumbledore, your memory is really good. I did save an Obscurus before."

"It's just that when I went to New York, Obscurus was detained by the Magic Congress. Then what happened, I wanted to retrieve Obscurus, but I was told by the Magic Congress that Obscurus was missing."

"If I'm not wrong...I'm afraid it was taken away by Gellert Grindelwald...so I can't try it. I'm sorry that I can't help you."

After saying these words, the horse-shaped water monster seemed to melt into the air, turning into a circle of ripples and disappearing.

"It's actually like this..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he just watched the ripples of silver light disappear, and his thousands of words turned into a long sigh.

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Vizette slept through the night, and the dull pain in his head completely disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, two boys who looked very similar appeared in front of him.

Fred asked with a smile: "Our dear material consultant, how do you feel?"

Weizet smiled, "If... you can stop spreading rumors about me, I should feel better."

"How can this be considered a rumor?" George stretched out his index finger and shook it back and forth. "We are praising the great achievements of our savior, just like the bards in the Middle Ages!"

"That's right! That's right!" Fred nodded in agreement, "Since you can still joke, it means you should be well soon, right?"

"Today should still be the weekend, right?" Weizet shook his head, and there was a "click-click" sound coming from his neck.

"Yes!" George said with a regretful tone, "You wasted such a beautiful weekend in the school hospital..."

"It's actually quite good to sleep like this once in a while." Wizette stretched out on the bed, "Professor Flitwick told me to balance work with rest."

Fred touched his chin and nodded in agreement, "When it comes from your mouth, it always feels very convincing!"

At this moment, subtle footsteps suddenly came from around.

Fred and George were immediately alert and waved to Wizette, "It's time for us to go! I hope to see you in the auditorium tomorrow!"

"I hope so too!" Weizet also waved to them, "Goodbye!"

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Fred and George's intuition was very keen, and the footsteps came from Madam Pomfrey who was patrolling the house.

After making sure that no one was disturbing her, she felt relieved and left the campus hospital, locking the door.

After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had left, Vizette opened his eyes. He used his magic eyes to look at everything in the school hospital.

"Lumos!"

As he expected, there was rich ancient magical power here.

Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to enter the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey usually solves problems outside the door. In her opinion, patients need to go inside.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Weizet strolled back and forth in the campus hospital, exploring every area and lighting up the corresponding areas on the map in his mind.