Hogwarts Blood Wizard

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

"I suggest you lie down in bed for a while when you first wake up. It's best not to move."

Ivan turned his head and looked over, but saw Madam Pomfrey coming from the other side. The expression on her face was serious, and she was holding a big bowl in her hand, and she brought it to Ivan.

"Come on, drink this potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray-black in front of him, with the unidentified muddy substance soup on it, with a bitter face, but still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

The potions in the wizarding world don’t taste good at all. This may be related to the strange potions materials...

"Soothing flowers... four-leaf clover... buckthorn..."

With up to level four knowledge of potions, Ivan quickly distinguished most of the medicinal materials contained in the gray-black soup.

Both speed up the recovery of mana and calm the nerves...

"Well, that's right, that's basically it, but I missed the tail wing of the black bat and a little snail slime. It's a pity that I am not a teaching professor, but I can't give you extra points!" Madam Pomfrey did not expect Ivan's potion level. It's so high, although I didn't recognize them all, it was already pretty good.

Hearing that there was something like snail mucus in the material, Ivan's face changed and he almost vomited out the medicine he drank...

This is disgusting...

"You need to rest for a few days, so you need to drink twice a day." Madam Pomfrey said to herself as if she didn't see Ivan's uncomfortable expression.

"In addition, how did you exhaust all the magic in your body?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan very dissatisfied."Fortunately, Albus sent you over in time, otherwise you might be a dumb gun in the future."

"Such a serious problem? There are no sequelae, right?" Yifan asked whether the potion was sick or not at this time.

"Not this time, but I hope this kind of thing won't happen a second time!" Madam Pomfrey said seriously.

Ivan's little chicken nodded frequently like a peck.

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

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

After Mrs. Pomfrey talked about a lot of precautions, she told Ivan Dodo to rest, then took the empty bowl away, and before leaving, she mumbled how he was in safe Hogwarts. Make it like this.

Safety?

Ivan’s mouth twitched a few times. Over the past semester, he has seen or dealt with giant monsters, fire dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. Can this be called security?

How dangerous are other places?

Ivan kept spitting in his mind, the door of the school hospital was pushed open again, and it was Dumbledore.

The old principal was wearing a conspicuous purple magic robe today, with a crimson scarf tied around his neck, and he seemed to be in a good mood. After a few conversations with Madam Pomfrey at the door, he walked towards Ivan. .

Ivan once again started Occlumency, and spent a hundred academic points to redeem the experience card mode. There is no way he is so persuaded..

Who made his Occlumency level too low...

However, Dumbledore did not come up as a profound conversation as Ivan had imagined. Instead, he gently tapped the long table next to him with his magic wand and expanded it to form a semicircular dining table.

The snacks and cards on the top seemed to have been activated, bouncing leaning against the wall and stacking up on their own, vacating the space for the block.

Such a curse-free cast,

"Even though Mrs. Pomfrey thinks you should eat something light, I still think you need to ask your opinion first, how about it? Would you like to eat something?" Dumbledore is elegantly like a fine dining restaurant. The diners are average.

"Here is a roasted whole lamb with more cumin...more pepper...thank you!" Yifan said.

Dumbledore's figure paused, and he intentionally said that it was too greasy, but considering that his words were released, he had no choice but to wave his magic wand to realize Ivan's expectations.

A whole roasted golden lamb appeared on the extended table, sprinkled with cumin, shallots, pepper and a bit of sesame seeds, and next to it was thoughtful with corn flakes and apple pie. Lighter foods and drinks such as lemon juice.

"Since you have been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to cushion your belly first, or else you'll break your belly, and Mrs. Pomfrey will never let me in again next time." Dumbledore walked away. Stepping forward to sit by the bed, he said helplessly.

In a coma for two days?Then why haven't I starved to death?

This idea came to Ivan's mind, but he quickly threw it aside.

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

I have to say that the hogwarts house elves are really good at craftsmanship. The skin of the lamb is roasted until it is browned and crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender. The taste of the seasoning seems to penetrate into the meat and dispel the lamb The smell of itself...

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

Dumbledore sat quietly on the side, watching Ivan's unimaginative feasting with interest, and from time to time Ivan helped him refill the glass after drinking out the lemon juice.

Maybe he was too hungry. In about half an hour, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy dinner plate, burped satisfied, and rested comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore did the cleaning job again, swiping his wand to wipe the plate empty, and then returned the table where the extension spell was cast back to the original.

Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to have come to deliver him food, and he became nervous inexplicably.

But Ivan knew that Dumbledore could not be given a chance to ask questions first, so he asked first..

"Professor, where's my Philosopher's Stone? I finally snatched it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it away?"

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,

When do you plan to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?

Dumbledore's expression stopped, and then looked at Ivan dumbfoundingly. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?