Hunting College

There was originally a potions class on Thursday morning.

But Zheng Qing, as the'patient', doesn't need to care about this at all.

Today, he does not need to recite the complicated and awkward potion formulas before class, nor does he need to wear deerskin gloves to clean up the aconite ants attached to the salt aconite, and there is no risk of staying in the building where the laboratory explodes at any time. .

This made him feel particularly happy after waking up in the morning.

So that the light breakfast prepared by the hospital for the patients became extraordinarily sweet in his mouth.

Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, an egg, two slices of soft bread, plus a small plate of appetizers.

The golden-yellow corn grains are round and round, and the thick rice oil oozes under the simmering heat. When the white porcelain spoon is stirred in the bowl, you can clearly feel the rice grains tremble from the bottom of the hand; with a mouthful in your mouth, rich The strong fragrance diffuses on the tip of the tongue, giving a very full sense of satisfaction.

But Zheng Qing didn't have much mood to appreciate the sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Professor Yao has arranged for a teaching assistant to help him go through the discharge procedures. After breakfast, he needs to go to Professor Yao's office immediately for a private consultation.

Yes, a private consultation.

When he heard the news for the first time, Zheng Qing felt a little absurd.

"Why not be treated in the school hospital?" He looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously, resting his eyes on the assistant teacher's gray hair and wide forehead for a moment, and asked in a curious tone: "I remember the school therapists They are all in the school hospital... Isn't Professor Yao also proficient in these?"

With that, he subconsciously scanned the ward he was in.

Early morning is the time for patients to change dressings and receive treatment. The bright light through the glass windows makes the whole ward appear a lot more active.

Most of the curtains are now rolled up, allowing patients to enjoy this wonderful time.

On the hospital bed near the entrance, a patient with his head full of octopus tentacles was floating in the air. Several therapists flipped the books in their hands and used spells of different colors to clean up the newly grown octopus for the patient last night. foot.

Cutting, clearing, and healing, the therapists showed Zheng Qing their professionalism in a smooth rhythm.

"In your case, you don't need the great therapists to do it," Zhang Yu did not show any impatient expression because of Zheng Qing's suspicion, and his voice was still very gentle: "Moreover, even the great therapists do not Will do better than Professor Yao...Any senior professor in the school is proficient in a certain degree of therapy."

Although there was still some suspicion in his heart, Zheng Qing did not continue to express his verbal opposition.

After swallowing the last bite of millet porridge, he took off his hospital gown, put on a big red student gown, and proceeded to the office building of the middle courtyard of the school according to the previously agreed address.

Yao's office is located at the end of the north-facing corridor on the first floor.

The wooden door was very clean, and there were no door **** statues hanging at the door of other offices, which made Zheng Qing's actions when knocking on the door a little heavier.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Please come in."

Across the wooden door, Professor Yao's voice looked a little dull.

Zheng Qing pushed the door and entered, the room did not feel like the blue smoke and lifelessness he expected.

The layout of the house is very simple.

The red color of the whole body looks a little dazzling in the bright sunlight, like a burning flame.

The huge mahogany bookcase occupies a whole wall, except that there is only a red desk in the office, which is considered to be a big piece of furniture-the furnishings here are not even the student office or the residence of some student clubs that Zheng Qing once visited. rich.

"Sit down first, let me deal with this morning's report." Professor Yao sat behind the large desk, wearing a pair of small round eyes framed with gold wire, flipping the documents at hand, did not look up.

Zheng Qing didn't say a word, quietly chose a red soft leather swivel chair opposite the desk, and quietly sat down.

The professor did not let Zheng Qing wait too long.

Soon, he put away the documents on the desk, stuffed them into the drawer, and then took out another pile of materials from hand.

"Do you know what you are here for today?" The professor raised his eyelids, looked over the upper edge of the glasses, glanced at Zheng Qing, then immediately lowered his eyelids, and carefully opened the materials at hand with the bright sunlight outside.

"Teacher Zhang said, you want to help me see what's wrong with the headache..." Zheng Qing moved her body a little awkwardly and replied in a low voice.

"Well, it's almost what it means..." Professor Yao didn't get too entangled in the details of Zheng Qing's words. He was silent for a moment and slowly said: "Before the specific treatment, let me talk about your hallucinations... you What do you think."

"Illusion?" Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment: "Do you mean nightmare?"

"Sunshine, shadows, beaches, strange rocks, mermaid, siren...all in the dreamland are all illusions." Lao Yao raised his eyelids, his eyes showed a little interest: "Since you call it a nightmare, then I must think it is harmful to you."

Zheng Qing straightened up a little uneasy and didn't answer this question.

"Night." Old Yao set his gaze on the book under his hand again, with a smile on his mouth, and continued to ask: "So, when did they appear?"

"Uh... a week ago?" Zheng Qing replied hesitantly: "I had a nightmare after the first night tour of Zhonghu Lake... But if I say headaches, the most obvious attack was on the special plane that came to the school. "

"The last time." Old Yao repeated thoughtfully and asked: "When was the first time?"

"Six or seven years old? Maybe a little earlier." Zheng Qing is not sure about the exact time, but deep in his memory, the intense pain seems to have run through all his childhood.

"When was the last attack?"

"I'm probably eight or nine years old," Zheng Qing felt a little hot on his face. It seemed that he could not give a clear answer to every question the professor asked.

"It's been almost ten years." The smile on Professor Yao's face became more obvious: "Ten years."

He grabbed the pipe beside him and knocked on the edge of the ashtray on the table.

A few blue elves flew out from somewhere, and put a water glass on the desk.

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.

The liquid in the glass rippled with attractive ripples, without a trace of color, and looked like a glass of boiled water.

Professor Yao pulled out a blank yellow talisman paper from the drawer, dipped his finger with cinnabar, and quickly drew a talisman.

Then he lit the talisman paper and threw it into the cup.

The talisman will sink when it encounters water, and it will sink to the bottom.

The light blue flame burned slowly at the bottom of the water, and a series of small milky white bubbles evaporated, which looked like a colorful effervescent tablet.

"Nightmare is a small problem." Professor Yao said again, with a gentle voice: "Maybe one of your friends made you a little joke and put a'Nightmare Curse'... It's in your palm, the school hospital You can see it in the blink of an eye."

Zheng Qing raised his hand, feeling a bit inexplicable.

"But," he couldn't restrain his curiosity: "How did I hit this spell?"

"This nightmare curse is mixed with the Ganlin curse... It is rare in the wizarding world who can embed the nightmare curse in the spell."

Zheng Qing thought of the little young master of Taylor's family, and his heart was stunned.

"Drink it." Old Yao pointed to the water glass on the desk.

The talisman paper in the cup has been burned out, and the original clear water has also become a little gray.

Zheng Qing did not hesitate, took the cup and drank it.

Unlike the dryness he expected, this cup of water tasted sweet and delicious.

"What is this?" He remembered the question after drinking.

The wrinkles on Professor Yao's face quickly unfolded, showing a satisfied smile. I don't know whether he feels Zheng Qing's question is very interesting or he expresses his appreciation for the attitude of the young public-funded students.

"Pull out the rune of the Nightmare Curse."

"Can't the school hospital handle it?" Zheng Qing became more confused: "One of my doctor Ma has helped me suppress the night curse."

"Nightmare can't be suppressed, it can only be eliminated, and the most authoritative person in the entire No.1 University who makes this kind of charm is sitting in front of you." As his tone changed, Professor Yao's expression became a little more solemn: "Your situation is more complicated... …You are my student again. Before contacting your parents, the school hospital dare not start casually~www.ltnovel.com~ Want to contact the parents?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly increased a lot.

"Since I have already burned the rune water for you, I don't need it anymore."

"That's good, that's good." Zheng Qing sighed lightly, his expression relaxed a lot.

"Nightmare is a small problem." Professor Yao repeated again: "Drink Fushui, there will be no problem."

Zheng Qing nodded gratefully.

"But your headache is a big trouble." The professor raised his head and said solemnly: "You must be mentally prepared."

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