The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 35 The Aftermath of the Potion
Ron blushed a little angrily, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I'm not an idiot. Melda, I understand what you mean."

"Oh! Then what do I mean?" Melda asked jokingly with a pair of seductive eyes.

"Okay!" Hermione interrupted impatiently.

I always feel that the two of them are going to head towards some strange place if they continue talking.

Regarding this, Melda didn't answer the conversation either, she just kept dangling the blue medicine bottle in front of Harry's eyes.

Wood and the others also took advantage of this to express that Halle should take a good rest, because now it seems that it is a bit unrealistic for Halle to participate in the game against Lacrowe at the end of the month.

George and Fred were very optimistic. They thought that even if they lost a game, it didn't matter. They still had a chance to win the championship.

But it was clear that such consolation could not make Harley feel better on the hospital bed. She didn't want to see her team lose the game so uselessly because of her own reasons.

She even seriously considered whether to drink the potion in Melda's hand, if it could make her injury heal faster.

In this way, everyone chattered for 2 minutes, and finally Wood generously left the last time to Harry's little friends.

Ron, Hermione, and Melda sat on the edge of Harry's bed in turn.

"I dare say it was Snape." Ron said first, "He hates you so much."

"Ron, Professor Quirrell next to Snape is also chanting a spell." Hermione calmly reminded.

Although she also agreed in her heart that it was Snape's curse, but since she saw Quirrell making a similar move, she couldn't directly pin the blame on Snape.

"But there's absolutely no need for Snape to kill a little wizard." Melda objected.He was trying to salvage Snape's poor image in the trio.

Professor Snape, have you seen that?
Did you see that?
"Who knows, he has a gloomy face every day, maybe he is thinking about some evil plan!" Ron continued.

"Remember the troll that suddenly appeared yesterday? It must have been created by Snape to achieve his ulterior motives."

"Um???"

Melda looked at Ron in surprise.When did this kid have such an IQ?Couldn't it be that I infected him?
"It's possible!" the little witch Hermione continued to break the news: "Perhaps you didn't notice that when Snape went to the bathroom yesterday, his thigh was visibly limping, and he must have suffered some kind of injury."

"Injuried?"

Harry lying on the bed looked at Hermione in confusion.What hurt, why didn't I see it?
Even Melda was a little surprised.

Good guy, how did you cry yesterday!Still in the mood to pay attention to whether Snape's leg was injured?

"Could it be that he wanted to pass the big three-headed dog? It bit him. Snape wanted to steal what the big dog was guarding." Ron wondered, "Didn't Melda say that?" Is it? Three-headed dogs are specially used to guard treasures. Obviously, there must be something treasure that Snape wants under that trapdoor."

???

When did Ron read the script?
To be reasonable, Melda wanted to applaud Ron's fluent speech just now.

Logical and well-organized.If he hadn't known the ending long ago, he would have believed it.

you do not say!

Look at the silly Harry on the bed, she is nodding her head at this moment, looking at Ron thoughtfully, doesn't she believe it now?
"Okay, it's time for you guys to go. The patient needs to rest." The conversation always passed quickly.

Just as Melda was trying her best to restore Snape's reputation, Ms. Pomfrey interrupted her speech roughly.

"Okay, Harry, you can take a good rest first, we will visit you often."

"Yeah!" Harry on the bed nodded obediently.

Then Melda and the others left the school hospital and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

A banquet is being held in the common room.

But although everyone was very happy, Melda still found that the interest of Wood and the others was not too high.Obviously, they are still brooding over what happened to Harry.

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The next day, the enthusiasm of the night dissipated, as if everything that happened last night was a dream.

Saturday morning.Melda rushed to visit Halle early in the morning.

Although he already felt that he had come early enough.

But he was still surprised by the gifts beside Harry's bed.

I'm going, don't you sleep?come so early.Melda complained silently in her heart.Then he remembered Ron's 'corpse' still lying on the bed.He suddenly felt relieved.

He casually threw the breakfast he brought to Harry.Then he said coldly: "Don't look at me, I didn't bring any presents."

"I just took the bread and sausage from the auditorium. I like it or not."

"Melda, you know, I don't care about these things." Harry looked at Melda seriously and said.

"how do you feel?"

"I guess the drug effect on you should have passed."

"Tell me what it feels like to be a girl?" Melda put on a joking expression again.asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But in just a moment, he suddenly remembered that it seems that he is not qualified to laugh at Harry in his current state.
Soul female, body male.
God, when will I be able to show off my glory! ! !

"What do you think?" Harry asked suspiciously while biting the bread that Melda handed over.

His expression was calm and puzzled.It seemed that she didn't understand why Melda asked such a question.

Depend on!
Originally, he hoped to see some shyness, embarrassment, anger and other expressions on Harry's face.

But Melda forgot a very important reality.

That was Harry now, just a kid in his early 11s.

The body has not developed yet!For him, the past week was nothing more than a strange illness, and he would not have any special impressions.

If he was fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe he could really open some strange door.

"But there are still some problems." Harry pointed to his head and said, "Why didn't my hair change back?"

In fact, Melda saw Harry's long red hair as soon as he entered the door.It didn't change back to its original shape because the effect of the medicine ended.

"This"

In fact, Melda herself was a little confused.Although he can now be called a well-read.

However, the birth of a new drug requires countless trials and clinical trials.

But Harry was the only experimental subject around him.

Alone by calculation, guesswork, reasoning.I don't know the real side effects of that medicine.

"Besides the hair, are there other sequelae?"

"other aspects?"

Harry looked at his intact right hand.Then he said cautiously: "Does it matter if the skin turns white?"

?

Melda looked at the exposed skin on Harry's arm in amazement.

Yo, does this still have the effect of whitening?

As the saying goes, everyone has a love for beauty, and Melda suddenly discovered that this might be a good opportunity to make a fortune.

Then he said quickly: "Forget it, why not count it?"

(End of this chapter)