Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 97 Dreamland
In the infirmary, behind the white curtains, Neville was humming in pain.

Madam Pomfrey felt chills all over her body, as if standing next to her was not an alchemy professor, but a real dementor.

"Professor," she called with trembling lips.

"Sorry." Hardy realized something, took a deep breath, and his whole state became warm again, "I didn't scare you, Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh, this... really... surprised me," Madam Pomfrey looked at her with a complicated expression, "You are very powerful, Professor."

Hardy was no longer as cold as before. He smiled slightly, "I can't help it. I used to go on graduation trips all over the world, and I always needed a little way to protect myself."

In his mind, a long series of memories flashed quickly again.

In those clips, there are siege, ambush, chase, blood, and the three unforgivable curses.

Although it is only three short years, Hardy's experience is not inferior to the fantasy Shuangwen in his previous life.

It's a pity that Hardy doesn't have much interest in novel creation, and many of his experiences are not suitable for public release.

"It's nothing, Madam Pomfrey." Hardy stared at Neville struggling on the hospital bed behind the curtain. "To be honest, there are many powerful wizards outside of England."

"How about compared to Dumbledore?" Madam Pomfrey couldn't help asking.

In her heart, she always thought that the other party was the most powerful wizard in the whole of England.

Then, the mysterious man came in second.

But now, after experiencing the scene just now, she began to struggle whether to rank the mysterious man third.

"Equally matched?" Hardy blinked, "Who knows? After all... There is no hierarchical division among the wizarding community at present."

While the two were talking, the movement behind the white curtain finally started to quiet down.

"Madame Pomfrey..." Neville's voice sounded obviously weak.

After exchanging glances with Hardy, Madam Pomfrey walked up immediately, "Oh, kid, don't worry, I'm here."

She walked up with the recovery potion prepared in advance.

It was the same as what Ron drank before, there were six large bottles.

However, it is different from the opponent's slippery head.

Following Madam Pomfrey's order, Neville really picked up the bottle and poured it into his stomach with "tons and tons".

There was blood on his forehead, and Madam Pomfrey was bandaging him.

This was the result of hitting his head hard against the wall just now when he almost couldn't resist.

"Mr. Longbottom, you are stronger than I imagined." Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips.

After quickly drinking the first large bottle of potion, Neville hiccupped loudly, his face blushing, "Thank... thank you, Madam Pomfrey, very few people comment on me like that."

Half an hour later, Neville appeared in front of Hardy with his stomach propped up and a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Mr. Longbottom, how do you feel now?" Hardy patted him on the shoulder.

"Hmm..." Neville's round face showed serious thought, "It doesn't seem to be different, but it seems that my head..."

He raised his right hand and patted it, with such a funny look, as if he was carefully picking a ripe pumpkin.

"I'm not as groggy as before, I feel very relaxed." He hiccupped again.

The potion almost came out again in his throat, he drank too much.

"Go back and rest, child, your performance today is excellent." Madam Pomfrey praised from the side.

It was Hardy's persistence that allowed her to see some rare shining points in Neville Longbottom, an ordinary little wizard.

The intense burning sensation caused by taking the tonic potion cannot be easily overcome.

Although Neville verbally attributed this to his good luck today.

Neville nodded honestly, and just as he was about to leave the infirmary, Hardy suddenly stopped him again.

"Professor? Is there anything else you can order?" Neville looked at Hardy in confusion.

After pondering for a while, Hardy said, "It's nothing. If Mr. Longbottom had a dream tonight, I hope he can talk to me tomorrow."

"Dream?" Neville scratched his head, "Okay, Professor."

After seeing Neville leave, Madam Pomfrey looked at Hardy in surprise, "Professor Ollivander, what you said just now means..."

"Nothing, just a casual question."

Hardy said: "I'm just guessing, before Longbottom mentioned that he hadn't experienced a dream, did he really not have one, or was he just forgetting about it?"

"You know, his memory has always been worse than others."

He explained: "Weasley and Malfoy remember having a dream, but they don't know the specific content of the dream. We don't rule out whether Longbottom has a dream and doesn't remember the content of the dream."

"That sentence just now is just for the sake of insurance."

After listening to Hardy's analysis, Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but smacked her lips, "Oh, Professor Ollivander, I have to say, your thoughts are really meticulous."

"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am, everything is for Hogwarts."

The next morning.

Hardy, who had no class in the morning, was watching with great interest the delicate snake eggs that were about to break out of their shells.

There was an unexpected knock on the door, and "dong dong dong" sounded.

"Professor Ollivander, are you in?" Neville's voice suddenly came from outside the room.

Hardy waved his wand, cast a concealment spell to cover the magic cup, and then sat on the single sofa, pointing the tip of the wand at the door.

"Please come in." The door opened, revealing Neville carrying a backpack.

Looking at the other party's full tome, Hardy speculated that he should have just finished the History of Magic class taught by Professor Binns.

Neville carried his backpack and walked in with a good complexion, "Professor, I feel much better today."

He still smiled shyly, "The potion you gave me worked, and my head is finally no longer a mess."

As soon as Neville walked in, he couldn't help sharing his performance in the History of Magic class this morning.

"I answered Professor Binns' question correctly. For the first time, I won five points for Gryffindor."

"Actually, there's really no difficulty. It's all about what Professor Binns just said, and everyone else was stunned!"

Hands clenched tightly, if Hardy wasn't here, Neville would have happily tap-danced.

Although he won't.

"Oh, yes, Professor." After sharing for a long time, Neville finally remembered the purpose of his visit this time, "Dream! I really experienced a dream yesterday."

Originally, Hardy was still lazily lying on the single sofa, but after hearing what Neville said, he immediately straightened his back.

"Please tell me more specifically, Mr. Longbottom."

Hardy waved his wand and summoned some parchments and an eagle quill.

Neville nodded and began to think back, "In the long and narrow iron box, lights and shadows flickered, there were seats, and there were people, and everyone was talking."

"Here is your position in the dream?" Hardy asked while recording.

"Yes, Professor, I am sitting on a steel bench chair near the wall of the tin box."

Neville suddenly raised his head, "The subway! That's on the London subway. I remember, Muggles always take that."

Hardy circled the word "London Underground" emphatically on the parchment, "What else? Did anything happen?"

Shaking his head, Neville said, "It seems...it should be...no...I just sat in the subway car for a while."

"And then, by the way, flames!" Neville remembered something again, "A burst of flames rushed from the next car, and then I died, in a dream."

　Thanks to book friends Huan Chengfeng DYG, book friend Junsi, book friend Jin Mingchao, and book friend Shi Huang's fans for their rewards!

　　
　
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