Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Although the atmosphere was quite high, the party in the medical wing did not last long.

Before even chatting for a few words, the "sad water" that Parsifal drank started to take effect. The numbness and itching that seemed to be clinging to countless ants almost made him cry out in pain.

After noticing that Parsifal was sweating profusely, little beaver Hermione kicked everyone out.

"You're recovering well, so there's no reason why I have to keep you. But if there are still any problems, you must come back as soon as possible. For Merlin's sake, your recovery speed is as fast as that of a troll."

Pomfrey, who rushed back to the hospital wing early the next morning, checked Parsifal's condition and said that the wrinkles on his forehead were wrinkled, as if it was hard to believe that this was a normal manifestation of human beings. For some reason, she has a fascination with trolls and always likes to use them as examples.

This is probably the worst time the troll has ever been hacked.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, I'll leave first."

Parsifal knew that the loss of strength all over his body yesterday was not caused by a strained muscle or tendon, but that after the "enhanced" protection was removed, he was not strong enough to withstand the violent magic blessing.

Or to put it in a less "magical" way, the magic power exceeds the capacity of the cells.

The problem in this situation is serious, but the solution is also simple.

After waking up from his sleep, he realized that the "Shanran water" he drank yesterday might have been in vain.

It seemed that nothing had changed. He still had to attend Potions class the next day on Friday. He had to fight with the centaur Bane that night and was severely beaten. There were no clues about the lingering Ravenclaw treasury.

"But maybe you should borrow Neville's retarded memory ball to take a look, but that thing can only tell you that you have forgotten things, but it can't tell you what exactly you have forgotten. The wizard who invented that thing must be from the Red Demon clan."

Thinking with some resentment, Parsifal pushed open the door of the hospital wing and waved to Hermione and Neville who were waiting for him.

When he got up in the morning, he always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

"Patsy, Madam Pomfrey, have you given permission to leave? Otherwise, you should stay under observation for one more day."

Hermione was still a little worried and looked him up and down.

"Okay, I don't want to be eaten alive by Professor Snape just because I missed a Potions class. Besides, if I'm still in the hospital wing, I'm worried that I'll end up eating the sheets."

He reached out to rub Hermione's messy hair, but she opened it mercilessly.

As the three of them walked, Parsifal looked at Neville who was smiling at the side.

"Speaking of which, Neville, it's time for you to find a new wand. Do you have a replacement these days? Do you need any help?"

Perhaps because of crying last night, Neville's eye circles were still a little swollen, but he was in very good condition.

"I want to borrow the school's owl to write a letter to grandma today at noon. But the wand is a bit expensive, you know."

Neville said with some embarrassment that his parents were both in St. Mungo's, and the family's income was already limited. They could only rely on their grandmother's savings, but they also had to bear the medical expenses of his parents.

"I'll teach you a trick. Tell Mr. Ollivander about a mortgage loan. He will definitely agree. I saw the auditorium. I wonder if there will be anything new for breakfast today."

Parsifal led the two of them to jog a few steps and stepped off the last step of the stairs. In front of them was the familiar and noisy auditorium.

"Hey, Parsifal"

"Williams"

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After yesterday's accident, his popularity among the little lions became extremely high. People kept saying hello to him, and he responded politely one by one. But at Little Snake, he received completely different treatment. They all stared at him with bitterness and hatred.

If the malice contained in those eyes could turn into a curse, even the Socket Man would be evaporated on the spot.

"Don't pay attention to them, they are just jealous that you can add points to the academy and that Harry can become a Chaser."

Hermione grabbed Parsifal's sleeves hard and dragged him towards the Gryffindor bench, not giving him a chance to look at the Slytherin table. She just saw Parsifal's right hand trying to reach for the wand at his waist, and she was really worried that he would suddenly walk over and start a duel with the Slytherin snakes one by one.

In a duel with other little wizards, the best he could do was to admit defeat; but in a duel with Parsifal, he couldn't even keep his basic dignity. After all, if you are hit in the face by one of his wild punches, it will be difficult for even your noble bloodline to be honored.

After breakfast, Parsifal and the other Gryffindor wizards headed to the underground classroom, and were not surprised to see Snape already standing on the podium waiting for them.

"Good morning, Professor."

As he walked past the podium, he greeted Snape, but this time he did not wait for a return greeting, but went directly to his seat.

The content of the second Potions class was not very profound, but it was a summary of the scabies potion that the little wizards made in the previous class, and they had to make it again without being reminded by writing on the blackboard.

Except for the fact that Snape looked at him with a sharp and murderous look when he was grinding the powder of the venomous snake fang, the Parsifal and Hermione team did not have any trouble, and it was completed smoothly. Make.

After class, they also received assignments from the previous class, Hermione's was an e exceeding expectations, while Parsifal's was an acceptable, passing grade.

"Snape must have done it on purpose. Hermione just got an E. Even someone as good as Malfoy got an O. Excellent."

Ron pointed at Malfoy, who was chattering with two followers in the corner of the classroom, and said a little loudly. He was holding his own piece of parchment, marked with a "d" in red ink.

"Weasley, do a good job and recognize the difference between us. Sell more scabies potions and maybe you can put some new bricks into your dilapidated house. I mean, if you call that a house." . Even better than Muggles..."

There was a hint of mockery and arrogance on Malfoy's pale face, and his golden hair fell down. When he mentioned Muggles, he seemed to have remembered something. He glanced at Parsifal who was still packing his things, frowned, and stopped talking.

"Let's go, we don't have so much time to waste with Scarhead and Weasley."

Without looking back, Malfoy told his two followers and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Draco, you seem to have forgotten to agree to one of my requests."

Walking outside the classroom, Parsifal called out to Malfoy who was about to sneak away quickly.

"Williams, I'm warning you, my dad...yes, this is Hogwarts and Dumbledore is here."

After hearing his words, Malfoy's face turned even paler. His body stopped, but his feet kept walking back. This pity made Parsifal feel a little uninterested.

"He's just a spoiled young master. The glory of the nobility is ridiculous." Thinking in his heart, Parsifal sighed and said, "Draco, I order you to stand up like a man at least once. Instead of sneaking away yelling at my dad.”

Ignoring Malfoy's face, which was twisted with shame and anger, Parsifal carried his bag and walked towards the library.

His pace was a bit fast, because it was only then that he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.

When he was sent to the hospital wing yesterday, there was no one to greet the centaur Bane.

And it is well known that Horse people are as famous for their commitment as they are for their fiery temper.