Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

school clinic.

Just like Kyle said, Madam Pomfrey didn't ask what happened. Maybe she was frightened and didn't think about it for a while.

How should I put it, a comatose professor was taken to the school hospital by a student. This kind of thing is rare even in Hogwarts.

Madam Pomfrey was relieved until Kyle explained the reason to her.

After she calmed down, she also noticed that Slughorn and Ron were indeed in a coma as Kyle said.

"Dumbledore is always like this, and the professors he hires are becoming more and more unreliable..." Madam Pomfrey couldn't help complaining: "Obviously he is a Potions professor, but he can still take a potion mixed with love potions. s things."

Kyle shrugged noncommittally.

Madam Pomfrey is right. Although the love potion has no smell, it can make the color of the food itself brighter, making it look like it has been waxed. If you look carefully, you can definitely find it. of.

Wizards who have been dealing with potions all year round should know this better.

It's hard for Kyle to say, but at least he can be sure that Snape wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.

So Madam Pomfrey is not wrong, Slughorn is indeed unreliable in some aspects.

After complaining for a while, Madam Pomfrey asked Kyle to put Ron and Slughorn on two hospital beds respectively.

The antidote to the love potion was not difficult. Madam Pomfrey took out several bottles and jars from the shelf and poured the potions inside into two cups.

"Oh, no, there's not enough Buffy's brain-reviving potion. You two, please go find Slughorn..." Mrs. Pomfrey subconsciously glanced at the two people on the hospital bed, and then hurriedly changed her words: " Well, go find Professor Snape, he should have it there."

"No need." Kangna said quickly: "If it's Bafei's brain-refreshing agent, I have it here."

She took out a sealed potion bottle and handed it to Madam Pomfrey.

"Is this ok?"

"Absolutely." Madam Pomfrey just looked at it, opened the bottle, and poured the potion inside into the cup.

Then she picked out a few rue petals from the flowerpot next to her, wrapped them in a layer of soil, mashed them up and threw them in.

In less than five minutes, two cups of antidote were ready.

At this time, Harry just ran in with the panting Professor McGonagall.

"Oh my God, my God... Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on!" Looking at the two motionless people on the hospital bed, Professor McGonagall turned pale and almost fell down. Fortunately, Kangna stepped forward to help her in time. Give her a handful.

"Thank you, Miss Prince." Professor McGonagall said, covering her chest, "What happened in the school, what happened to them..."

"It's okay Professor, I just accidentally drank the love potion."

Kyle stepped forward and said: "I think they are too lively. In order to facilitate the transportation of people here, they had to use the coma spell... Well, it can be regarded as for the sake of their reputation."

"It's just a love potion?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. Then she turned to look at Harry next to her with a speechless expression.

He just rushed into the office and shouted that something happened. Without saying anything else, he dragged himself and ran here.

Coupled with the panic and chatter of other people in the castle, Professor McGonagall almost thought that Death Eaters had broken into Hogwarts.

"I understand that you care about your friends, Potter, but when you encounter something in the future, you must talk about the key points first." Professor McGonagall said angrily.

Harry nodded awkwardly, and he also noticed that he was indeed a little too nervous just now.

"Okay, Minerva, we'll discuss your matters later." Madam Pomfrey came over with the antidote, "Please wake up one person first."

Kyle waved his wand and Ron immediately opened his eyes.

"Where is Romilda..."

"There is no Romilda here." Madam Pomfrey walked over, pinched Ron's mouth without any explanation, and poured the antidote in.

"Actually, you can find any reason to trick him into drinking it." Harry looked at Madam Pomfrey's movements and murmured, "In his current state, it's not difficult."

Madam Pomfrey acted as if she didn't hear it. She was not in the mood to think about any reasons now. It would be more efficient to just pour it in.

Soon, Ron drank a large cup of antidote.

Harry immediately looked at him nervously. Ron, who was struggling, suddenly trembled all over, and then a look of extreme horror appeared on his face.

"Where is this... Oh my god! What have I done!" He grabbed his hair and wanted to stuff himself into the gap at the head of the bed.

"Okay, back to normal." Madam Pomfrey said, "Remember not to eat randomly in the future."

She picked up another cup of antidote on the table.

Kyle pointed his wand at the right time.

Like Ron, Slughorn started howling as soon as he woke up.

"Ah...Rosmerta, where are you? You are the cloakweed in the beauty potion, and your hair shines like the elixir in the crucible."

"Oh, is Ms. Rosmerta's hair blonde?" Connor looked at Kyle in confusion.

"If you put it that way..." Kyle thought for a while, "Probably not, at least it's not the dazzling golden color of the Fortune Elixir."

But Madam Pomfrey didn't care about this. She came to Slughorn and poured the antidote into him in the same way.

A few seconds later…

There was another scream, and Slughorn hunched over, trying to hide his huge body under the thin sheets.

"Okay Professor Slughorn, we don't have time to play games with you."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and lifted up the sheets, "Can you please tell me what is going on!"

"It's Rosmerta!" Slughorn covered his face like an eggplant beaten by frost. "She gave me pineapple preserves with a love potion. She knew I couldn't refuse this. I told her .”

"It's really Ms. Rosmerta...are you sure?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Of course." Slughorn said angrily, and then jumped out of bed with agility that didn't suit his size. "No, I'm going to find her and ask her!"

"I'd better go." Professor McGonagall glanced at him, "Now everyone is saying that you were attacked by Death Eaters. You'd better go for a walk in the castle."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall left the school hospital.

After she left, Slughorn did not go to the castle as she asked, but sat back on the bed with a dejected expression.

There was also Ron next to him. Like him, both of them seemed to be shocked.

But it’s not surprising that most people who drank love potions behave like this after waking up, especially when the whole process was witnessed by others.

The atmosphere in the ward was somewhat awkward.

"Would you like something to cheer you up?" Kyle said. "I have wine and mead here. Do you want some?"

"I'd like a glass of mead, if I may," whispered Slughorn, who really needed something to drink now.

Kyle took out a golden cup and shook it gently in his hand. The originally empty cup was immediately filled with golden mead.

"Nice refilling charm," Slughorn said absently.

He didn't pay much attention at first until Kyle poured the mead into the cup that had held the antidote.

Leaving the golden cup, the smell of mead seemed to spread all of a sudden, and the whole room seemed to be filled with a faint aroma.

"Oh, Merlin..." Slughorn ignored his melancholy and moved his nose vigorously.

"Kid, this must be the most authentic oak-aged mead."

"I don't know if it's oak, but it's definitely aged." Kyle glanced at the golden cup in his hand and muttered quietly.

However, the words were spoken too quietly, and no one except Kangna next to him heard them.

On the other side, Slughorn couldn't wait to pick up the cup and take a sip. In an instant, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Kyle stared at him for a while and asked softly: "Professor, what do you think?"

"Great." Slughorn smacked his lips and said, "I made a mistake just now. This is not ordinary oak aging, but iron oak, right?"

"Iron Oak..." Harry asked doubtfully, "What is that?"

"A kind of magical tree. It is said that the gate of Hogwarts is made of it, so that it can remain unchanged for thousands of years." Slughorn sighed: "At the same time, it is also recognized as the most suitable for storing honey. The wood for wine is just too small, less than the Whomping Willow.”

As he spoke, he took another sip of the mead.

"Professor." Kyle asked again: "You don't think there's anything wrong with the taste."

"What? Of course not," said Slughorn. "This is the best mead I've ever had. Of course, if you could get me another glass..."

Kyle automatically ignored the next words. He only needed to know that the wine was drinkable, and the rest didn't matter.

Ever since he got the golden cup back, he had always wanted to try the wine produced from it, but he didn't dare... After all, more than a thousand years have passed, and who knows if the wine can still be drunk.

But now he was sure that there was no problem at all, and he poured some for Ron afterwards.

Both of them have been addicted to love potions, so they can't favor one over the other.

Ron couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Kyle finished pouring the wine, he picked up the glass. He didn't even pay attention to what Harry said next to him. He poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it.

After this whole set of actions, Slughorn frowned. This kind of good wine should be tasted slowly. If you want to quench your thirst, wouldn't it be better to drink pumpkin juice?

"Huh...it's really good, much better than the Three Broomsticks!" Ron smacked his lips, then looked at Harry, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Harry shook his head and glanced at Slughorn thoughtfully.

As the mead in the cup became less and less, he was reluctant to drink it. He only glanced at Kyle from time to time, as if he wanted to add another cup, but was embarrassed to say so.

"Who brought the wine in?"

Fortunately, at this time, Madam Pomfrey walked over angrily, scanning the room with sharp eyes, and finally landed on Slughorn.

"This is the campus hospital, Professor Slughorn, not your office!" She said coldly: "Now, take your wine and get out!"

"No, actually I..."

"Yes, Professor Slughorn, let's go back first." Kyle interrupted, "Many people saw it when I brought you here. They seemed to have misunderstood something. You need to clarify. .”

"You're right." Slughorn finally remembered what Professor McGonagall had said before. He was probably in a much better mood, or maybe he was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would take the wine away, so he did not choose to continue hiding here. , stood up and walked out of the campus hospital with a cup.

Seeing this, others followed suit.

After returning to the castle, Kyle discovered that the place was exactly as Professor McGonagall said, a mess.

Almost all the students gathered in the auditorium, discussing what happened. Everyone had unconcealed fear on their faces.

But it’s also convenient... you don’t have to run all over the castle.

Slughorn walked into the Great Hall and was immediately seen.

"Slughorn?"

"Are you okay?"

"Are you resurrected?"

…

The discussion suddenly became louder and buzzing non-stop.

"Quiet, be quiet!" Slughorn walked to the middle of the auditorium and said loudly: "I'm glad that so many people care about me, but please don't worry, I just had something go wrong when I was brewing the potion. That’s all.”

"Then why did you lose consciousness?" someone asked.

"That's a good question," said Slughorn. "Remember how I always told you to stay focused and not distracted when brewing the potion? That's why.

"If something goes wrong in the brewing process of some potions, it will be very dangerous."

Although many people doubted this, they had to believe it when they saw his lively appearance.

After knowing that this was a misunderstanding, everyone's emotions gradually stabilized and they left the auditorium one after another.

"I should have completed my mission, right?"

When there were only five of them left in the auditorium, Slughorn sat on the bench and said, "I have a heartfelt request. Could you please forget what happened today, at least don't mention it to outsiders."

"Of course there's no problem with that." Kyle said, "But Professor, how come you didn't discover such a thing as a love potion?"

Slughorn turned his head away, as if he didn't want to recall this embarrassing incident.

"Just let it pass, okay?" He said softly: "Let's not mention it anymore. Just pretend that nothing happened. You didn't see me this morning."

"Yes, yes..." Ron nodded repeatedly from the side, "Also, you must not tell other people, especially Lavender, I don't want her to misunderstand."

"Sorry, Ron..." Harry's eyes were a little wandering, "In fact, you had already met Lavender when I brought you out of the common room.

"She came to give you a birthday gift, but you told her to go away. Don't delay you and call Romilda...don't you remember?"

Ron's face suddenly turned pale, his mouth opened, and a trembling whimper came from his throat.

"Damn..." He held his head in his hands and said angrily: "That Romidavani, why did you give me a love potion? I don't even know her!"

"I guess she should have prepared it for me." Harry whispered: "The chocolate cauldron was a Christmas gift from her to me, but because Hermione reminded me that she bought a love potion, I threw it on the bed. Underneath."

"Then why did you give it to me!" Ron didn't understand.

"I didn't give it to you." Harry quickly explained, "Remember? When you got out of bed this morning, you accidentally kicked part of the gift under my bed."

After being reminded by Harry, Ron finally remembered.

The chocolate crucible was indeed found by him when he was picking up gifts. Because it was well packaged, he didn't think much about it and took it out together with his own gifts.

In addition, after the school banned everyone from going to Hogsmeade, he hadn't eaten chocolate for a long time, so he couldn't help but take a bite.

"I'm sorry." Ron lowered his head again, "But you should have thrown it away. I mean used a cleaning spell, not just put it under the bed."

"I...I forgot..." Harry whispered.

"Ron, is today your birthday?" At this time, Kangna suddenly asked.

"Ah, yes." Ron sighed quietly.

"Sorry, I didn't know, and I didn't prepare a gift." Kangna rummaged in her small bag and took out a bottle.

"This is the antidote to the love affair drug that I prepared in the school hospital just now. I give it to you. It can be regarded as my gift." Kangna said, "This way, you don't have to worry about something like today happening."

"Great, thank you." Ron took the bottle and said happily, he was really scared.

"This is mine." Slughorn next to him also took out a bottle, which was also a potion.

I don't know if it was because of the same experience or because of the hush money, but what he gave was actually a small bottle of Felixir. The golden potion sparkled in the bottle, and Ron couldn't move his eyes away.

"Lucky Potion?!" He couldn't help but raise his voice, "Is this really for me?"

"Of course." Slughorn felt a little distressed, but still nodded and said, "As long as you don't..."

"I won't tell anyone what happened today!" Ron said firmly.

"Okay, this is mine." Kyle also took out what he had prepared.

Compared to Connor and Slughorn, his gift looked a bit shabby. It was a large box full of Honeydukes candies and chocolates.

However, his gift was in a box with a gold-red ribbon on it, which was obviously prepared in advance.

"Thank you, I haven't had these for two months... Mom won't let me go to Diagon Alley, and Fred and George won't bring them to me," Ron said,

After receiving three gifts in a row, including a bottle of precious lucky potion, Ron's mood suddenly improved a lot.

He directly picked up a fudge and stuffed it into his mouth, and gave Harry all the chocolates in the box. He didn't want to see this kind of thing in a short time.

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