A Hogwarts Love Game

Regarding reading skills, Fleur pondered for almost half an hour, and finally felt that she had some skills.

As for what she has learned, to what extent, and whether it can be used in practice, she believes that this is not a topic worthy of further study for the time being.

But in fact, no one compared it with her. After waking up from studying, Furong suddenly discovered that the big boy named Izawa was still reading there and was not tracking her study progress at all.

Just by taking a closer look, she noticed that the other person had switched from reading a book about potion refining to reading a reference book about identifying herbal medicines.

"Poor guy, he must be very unwilling to be a squib..."

Furong looked at the other person with pity for a few times, and finally withdrew her gaze as if she couldn't bear to look at him.

She felt that Izawa was actually very powerful. What he knew was not only useful, but she had never even heard of it——

This made the girl who thought she had received a top-notch family education feel very frustrated, and it also made her ashamed to reveal that not long ago she wanted to show off as a teacher in front of the other person.

However, on the other hand, Ize is not even as good as an ordinary child wizard, because no matter how hard he tries, he cannot master any magic-related skills.

This is really a pity.

Fleur thought, if Ize is talented, apart from other aspects, relying on this "ability" that is almost photographic memory, and his fast but not rough reading skills, he will definitely become a knowledgeable and talented person. Powerful wizard.

But whether a person has talent is already determined at birth. It may appear sooner or later, but it will basically not exceed the age of 11.

If Izawa is as old as a Muggle, he can only be what he admits - he is a squib.

What's the use of a squib reading a magic book?

"Is he planning to become a theoretical scholar so that he can better train her after he has a child?"

While thinking wildly, Furong suddenly heard some special noises.

Looking sideways, she was surprised to find that the other party had put down the book in his hand, then took out a dagger and a stone from somewhere, and was standing under a tree she couldn't name, observing something carefully.

"Is there a bug hole in this tree?"

She then approached him with a curious look on her face and asked.

"No, there is a crucible here." The other party replied.

"crucible?"

Hearing this, the girl glanced at the not-so-dense crown area above the tree in confusion.

I don’t see any place to hide anything...

Is Ize kidding himself?

Then, before she could figure out what was going on, she saw the other party moving——

First, he used a dagger to cut the tree crosswise, and then used a stone hammer to hit the dagger. After tearing off a large piece of bark, he picked up a wooden stick and began to cut it into several pieces and inserted it into the edge of the bark to make a clamp-like tool.

Finally, as the girl watched in amazement, a "pan" made of tree bark appeared in her sight.

"...What can it be used for?"

Seeing that the other party was looking around for stones to build a stove, the girl couldn't help but ask.

"Let's do a little experiment."

Meren answered casually, and after a few words of advice, he plunged into the depths of the forest.

Are you looking for something?

Fleur, who was left alone near the bonfire, pondered the other party's strange behavior thoughtfully. After waiting for a while and looking at the dark environment around her, she suddenly felt a little cold.

Then, she regretted why she didn't go with him just now.

It was pitch black in all directions, and there were constant whining sounds coming from the depths of the darkness.

In the visible edge of the field of vision, many ghostly trees were still greeting her stiffly with the sound of wind, as if they might suddenly turn into monsters and pounce on her at any time.

What was even more shocking was that, whether it was an illusion or not, she faintly heard a wolf howl.

However, what made the girl relieved was that before the trees turned into monsters and pounced on her, and before a real wolf ran over and bared its teeth at her, Meren came back carrying a wooden bucket filled with water.

"Where did you get the bucket?"

She hurriedly got up from the campfire and moved over, deciding that no matter what the other person said, she would stay behind him and not move.

"I actually have a base nearby."

After Melen answered, he poured the water from the barrel into the bark cauldron placed on the stone stove.

"A stronghold?"

"Yes, I will take you shopping after finishing this matter."

"So you want to light a fire and boil water?"

Seeing that he was piling wood under the stove, the girl's tone was full of surprise, "A pot made of a piece of bark?"

"Yes."

"This is so weird, wouldn't it be lit on fire?"

"Because this is a rather special bark."

Meren answered casually. He didn't want to explain too much. After lighting a fire under the stove, he stood aside and began to wait patiently.

After hearing this, the girl didn't ask any more questions. She squatted next to her, tilting her head and staring at the place where the flames were lingering around the bark pot on the stove. The curious look on her little face was no different from that of a Muggle child.

Then she discovered that the pot really couldn't be lit, but she didn't have time to ask why it was like this -

Something even more surprising to Fleur suddenly caught her attention.

"Maybe I saw it wrong...did you just put horseradish leaves and sage in it?" She asked with wide eyes.

"You read that right," Mellen nodded, "That's it."

“There’s horseradish in this forest?

"Yes, I also discovered it by comparing it with the herbal medicine book."

"But why are you putting it in the pot-"

Her question was not fully asked, because during the questioning, she discovered that Meren actually used his simple-looking dagger to squeeze several red berries that she could not name, and then dripped the juice from the berries. Pour into the boiling bark pot.

At this point, even if she didn't recognize the fruit of this strange plant, no matter how much she didn't believe it, she could guess what this guy was doing.

"Are you actually refining magic potion?"

She looked at Mellen with eyes full of confusion and astonishment, "A crucible made of tree bark? And you're a -"

She almost didn't say "You're still a squib", but luckily she stopped the car in time.

"That's why I said it was an experiment."

Mellen didn't think the word squib was an insult to him. In fact, he had managed to gain the status of squib.

"I don't think this experiment will end well."

After being stunned for a while, the girl kindly pointed out how wrong this behavior was.

"Even a formal wizard cannot refine magic potion using a crucible made of tree bark."

"Maybe there will be an accident."

"Accident?"

The girl curled her lips when she heard this, not feeling the need to respond.

The fact was exactly as she expected.

"Squib Izawa", who did not follow the strict rules for refining potions, behaved very well in the following procedures, but in the end, he gained nothing except a pot of dark brown soup filled with stench. anything.

However, what left the girl speechless was that this did not stop Ize from continuing the second experiment.

Then the third, fourth, fifth, and...

At first, Fleur was still in the mood to correct the other party's wrong behavior, but later she was too lazy to spend such useless efforts. She sat under a tree next to the campfire and watched boredly as Meren was busy not far away, as if watching a group of people. There was a monkey dancing, and before she knew it, she tilted her head and fell asleep.

The sound of crackling and burning firewood was so hypnotic that Fleur slept soundly until a strange spicy smell quietly penetrated her nose and made her sneeze.

"Is mom making some mess in the kitchen again?"

This thought flashed through the girl's mind, but she had no intention of opening her eyes to see it.

But then a continuous coughing sound came, which made it impossible for her to continue sleeping.

"What is he doing!"

Opening her eyes a little annoyed, Fleur turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly froze.

At this moment, the black-haired boy was half-kneeling not far away, supporting himself on a beech tree with his hands, bending down and coughing violently, as if he was being choked by something.

But this was not what caught Fleur's attention. What stunned her was that at the moment, the boy's ears, nostrils, eyes, and mouth were billowing gray-brown smoke from the inside out!

"Oh my god, did he put a piece of burning charcoal in his mouth?"

She opened her mouth and murmured, but the instinct left in her mind made Fleur directly deny this unreliable judgment.

The long-term wizard family education made her unable to believe it, but she had to believe in the birth of a miracle.

"You, you can't be-"

"A very ancient energizer, recorded in the Prevention and Countermeasures of Popular Curses of the Eleventh Century."

The boy, who was half leaning against the beech tree with his hunched body, barely raised his head and smiled at the girl between coughs, but he looked particularly funny because of the snot and tears on his face.

“I had no idea it was so effective!”