Hogwart’s Bloodline Wizard

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While Ivan was thinking hard, a gentle female voice rang in the room.

“I suggest you lie in bed for a while when you wake up, it is best not to move.”

Ivan turned his head to look over, but saw the silhouette of Madam Pomfrey walking from the other side. The expression on her face was very serious, and she was holding a large bowl in her hand and brought it to the front of Ivan.

“Come on, drink this potion first.”

Ivan looked at the gray black in front of him, and there was soup with unknown turbidity on it, with a bitter face, but he obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

Wizarding World’s potion taste is not bad at all, this may be related to those weird potion materials …

“Anshen Flower … 4 Leaf Clover … Buckthorn …”

With the knowledge of potion up to Level 4, Ivan quickly recognized most of the medicine ingredients contained in this gray-black soup.

All speed up the recovery of magic power and calm down …

“Well, that’s right, basically that’s all, just leaking the tail of the black bat and a little snail slime. Unfortunately, I am not a teaching professor, but I can’t give you extra points!” Madam Pomfrey didn’t expect Ivan potion to be so high Although I failed to recognize all of them, it was already very good.

Hearing that there is snail mucus in this material, Ivan’s complexion changed, and almost spit out the medicine I drank …

This is disgusting …

“You need to rest well for a few days, so every day needs to be drunk twice.” Madam Pomfrey seemed to see Ivan’s uncomfortable expression, each minding their own business.

“Additionally, how did you use up the magic power of the body?” Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan with dissatisfaction. “Fortunately, when Albus sent you over, it was fairly timely, otherwise you might become a squib in the future.”

“Serious? There are no repercussions, right?” Ivan also asked quickly when he didn’t care about the nausea and nausea of ​​the potion.

“No this time, but I hope this kind of thing will not happen for the second time!” Madam Pomfrey said very seriously.

Ivan chicks are nodded frequently.

Although I don’t know if this is Madam Pomfrey’s exaggerated statement, it is still true. Anyway, he has no guts to try the second time.

In fact, if he hadn’t forcibly grabbed his head, he wouldn’t have drained the magic power.

Madam Pomfrey talked about a lot of precautions, told Ivan to rest a lot, and then took the empty bowl away. Before he left, he murmured how he made this in the safe Hogwarts.

Safety?

Ivan’s mouth twitched a few times. Since this semester, Troll, Dragon, Unicorn, and even Dark Lord have all met or dealt with at Hogwarts one after another. Can this be called security?

How dangerous is that elsewhere?

Ivan kept talking in his head, and the door of the school hospital was pushed open again by Dumbledore.

The old headmaster is wearing a conspicuous purple magic robe today, with a deep red scarf on his neck. It seems to be in a good mood. After talking with Madam Pomfrey at the door, looked towards Ivan and walked over here.

Ivan is running Occlumency again, and distressedly spent 100 academic points to exchange for the experience card mode. There is no way he can do this ..

Who made his Occlumency grade too low …

However, Dumbledore is not like Ivan imagined it to be a meaningful conversation. Instead, he lightly tapped the long table next to it with wand and expanded it to form a semi-circular dinning table.

The snacks and cards on it seemed to have been activated. They bounced up against the wall and stacked themselves up, leaving the large piece of space empty.

Ivan’s use spell was so hot, Ivan looked very hot, he didn’t know how long he needed to do it.

“Although Madam Pomfrey thinks you should eat something lighter, I still think I need to ask your opinion first, how is it going? What do you want to eat?” Dumbledore is elegant like a senior dinning hall orderer .

“Come a roast whole lamb, add more cumin .. more pepper .. Thank you!” Ivan said.

Dumbledore’s figure was paused, intentionally saying that it was too greasy, but considering his own words were released, only helpless waving wand fulfilled Ivan’s expectations.

A whole roasted golden lamb appeared on the extended long table, sprinkled with cumin, green onion, pepper, and a little sesame seeds, next to it were intimately equipped with corn flakes, apple pie Lighter food, drinks like lemon juice.

“Given that you have been unconscious for 2 days, I think you’d better eat some other pads first, otherwise you will eat badly. Madam Pomfrey will never let me in again next time.” Dumbledore stepped forward and sat down By the bed, quite helplessly said.

Unconscious for 2 days? Why haven’t I starved to death?

This thought came to Ivan’s mind, but it was quickly thrown aside.

After being hungry for so long, Ivan casually ate a few pieces of apple pie, drank some lemon juice, and then cut a piece of lamb with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of Hogwarts’ house elf is really good. The skin of the lamb is baked until it is brown and crispy, but the meat inside is very tender. The taste of the ingredients seems to penetrate into the meat, dispelling the smell of the lamb itself. …

If this kind of cooking is also a kind of magic, then he must learn it.

Dumbledore sat quietly, watching Ivan’s very gorge oneself with little image, and from time to time Ivan replenished his glass after drinking lemon juice.

Perhaps it was too hungry. About half an hour of effort, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy plate, hiccupped with satisfaction, and rested comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore did the cleaning again, waved the wand to sweep the dishes away, and then changed the table on which the extension spell was cast back.

Ivan just remembered that it was unlikely that Dumbledore had come specifically to give him a meal, and he was inexplicably nervous.

But Ivan knew that he could not give Dumbledore the opportunity to ask questions first, so he asked first. .

“Professor, what about my Philosopher’s Stone? This is how I snatched it from the snake face wizard. Did you put it up?”

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,

When are you going to return Philosopher’s Stone to me?

Dumbledore’s expression, and then didn’t know whether to cry or laugh and looked at Ivan. When did Philosopher’s Stone become his?