[hp] stay out of it

The portkey dragged me to Hogsmeade village alone, and then there was a bang, and Professor Snape apparated beside me—yes, he was obviously very fond of holding the little potion bottle with me Disgusted, so it was superfluous to Apparate.He took care of me to a safe place, which is really benevolent, and now I don't have any more patience, so I said: "Go to Madam Pomfrey yourself." Then he spun and disappeared with a flick of his sleeves.

...Didn't he say that he was going to deal with freshman work?If you don't go to school, where will you go with apparition?

I didn't intend to check on Professor Snape's whereabouts, I muttered something in my heart, and I habitually fumbled in my pocket—if I found nothing, my wand would have been reimbursed a long time ago.But now I'm too tired to think about going to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand.In the end, I decided to go back to the castle to rest for a while, and then borrow Professor Flitwick's fireplace to go to Ollivander's place—fortunately, unlike the Muggle world, which made it difficult for me to walk, there is no shortage of means of diversion after I really arrive in the wizarding world up.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the villagers (probably because I look like a refugee now) I turned and headed to the school.I walked slowly across the lawn in front of the door under the sun, it is now noon, the express train has only left the station for more than an hour, the school is probably deserted now-oh, if Filch is not on duty, I probably will Locked out of the school gate...

Just thinking about this, I heard Madam Pomfrey exclaim: "Oh, Merlin's beard..."

When I looked up, I saw her push open the iron gate and hurriedly came to meet me: "The principal said that I will have a wounded person, and told me to wait here...God! How did you make it like this!"

She rambled like this, but it made me feel kind. After half a month of darkness at Boyle’s house, I was still tense even after being found by Professor Snape (it’s not that I don’t believe him, actually It’s Professor Snape who has a high-pressure aura that makes people unable to relax), and now Madam Pomfrey, who is full of concern, supports me, and she is still muttering that I will not be allowed to get out of bed for a month, and I will never Other scruples were relieved, a darkness came in front of him, and he passed out with confidence.

Obviously my actions made Madam Pomfrey uneasy, because the first thing I saw when I woke up was the food that wasn't enough for my stomach ("You are too weak now, you can't eat too much at once!"), it was the bed. Several layers of conspicuous potions were placed on the tripod.Compared with the dark and intimidating Chinese medicine, these transparent potions of various colors will undoubtedly look much more pleasant-provided that you don't have to drink them.I mean, although their taste in the mouth is not as powerful as traditional Chinese medicine, they obviously have some magical effects that traditional Chinese medicine cannot achieve.

Like, for example, getting over the side effects of a bottle of potion that looks like a well-concocted cocktail - scratching your lungs and wanting to sing "Little Apple" in Chinese (I think the one where I'm clenching my teeth so I can't make any notes Half an hour drained all my self-control) - faced with another potion that seemed to be working on my head (it made my hair grow like crazy).

"I admire that you haven't gone crazy yet!" Madam Pomfrey seemed to blame me for the Boyle family's cruel methods, "Your brain is exhausted, my God, Cruciatus Curse! Dementia Curse The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about them!"

"It's out of the Ministry of Magic," I replied with an irrepressible 'you're my little apple', "they're French."

"I don't think you have any intention of prosecuting them," Madam Pomfrey obviously knew that the French Ministry of Magic is difficult to deal with, and she gave me advice, "There is no way to restrict them, you should stay at school honestly during your holidays. "She didn't intend to ask more questions, but she didn't intend to just let me go like this. When she appeared again, she had a few more bottles of potion in her hand. "We'll have to fix your body for French magic," she said earnestly.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey wouldn't ask if I wasn't going to say anything, even though I did look badly abused—"I don't care how these injuries were done, but don't stop me Cure them," she said when I protested that she'd given me too much potion, and I made extra trips to the loo in the afternoon.And because of the side effects of that professional potion for brain trauma, my hair was hanging down to my waist, and if I cut them off, they would stick to that length.

Merlin's short hair!You know, although my hair is curled with elegant curves, it is definitely only suitable for short hair. If it is too long, the curls will be draped in a mess. Like someone who escaped from the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital!Madam Pomfrey also warned me that I'd drink this restorative potion for a month, so I pestered her until she gave me a vial of hard to swallow that turned my curly hair into straight, hair problems It is considered a temporary solution (at least you can read it).

Then I noticed students walking by outside the door—it's only two or three o'clock, the Hogwarts Express should still be on its way?

"Don't be silly, you've been asleep all day," Madam Pomfrey said, "Since last night, three waves of people have come to visit you repeatedly."

……

The result of a full day's sleep is too much energy. Although Madam Pomfrey has repeatedly stated that my brain has been damaged too much and my state is not very stable, I still insist on asking for a designated book.With my insistence, Madam Pomfrey finally compromised, and I got the book "The Eleven Craziest Wizards of the 20th Century".It is from here that I first learned about the existence of this strange magical item called porcelain stone, but when I read this book in the second grade, I didn't expect what the fourth wizard meant to me, so I didn't keep it. So impressed.So now, when I'm full of energy ("I don't think so!" Madam Pomfrey objected disapprovingly) and when I'm going to be alone, I need this book to help me sort out my thoughts.

Adjusting the cushions, brushing the long troublesome hair aside (God knows what girls with long hair think!), spread the book on the quilt, and calmly turned to Chapter 4.

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helen boyle

- Bloodthirsty Avenger

The French witch Helen was born with a noble lineage that is beyond the reach of others, whether it is her father Masson Bonnet, her mother Danette Bonnet (surnamed Legrand before marriage), or her grandparents. The blood relationship of Lefebre and Garcia are all pure-blood families that are looked up to in the French wizarding world.However, she who was born with this honor never inherited the supreme honor of pure blood from the very beginning.

Like the children of most pure-blood wizards in France, Helen did not enter any wizarding school to study, but received magical education from hired tutors-every tutor was a verified and declined pure-blood.However, as her grandfather Edwin Lefeble put it in a biased evaluation, she was "surrounded by pure blood, but still covered in mud".

None of Helen's closest friends in her life had pure blood. From the perspective of a bystander, all of Helen's friends met Helen after Helen publicly expressed her dislike for the supremacy of pure blood. Helen herself took the initiative to communicate with them. (Given the social ethos where most pure-bloods are home-schooled, the easiest way for young Helen to find friends with little wizards who weren't "tainted by sheer arrogance" was to find her friendships at wizarding schools .)

However, Helen's family members did not have such an objective attitude. They blamed Helen's view of blood that was different from the family, or blamed Helen's friends on Helen's friends, and used disgraceful means as punishment.This problem-solving attitude undoubtedly pushed Helen away from what they expected, so that in the end it even directly led to Helen's madness, and indirectly led to the shattering of almost all the porcelain stones of the Boyle family——Boy The tragedy of your family.

When Helen was 21 years old, as a young woman with a purer bloodline than most wizards, she had already stood on the opposite side of bloodlines, and successfully led many non-pureblood wizards' campaigns and strikes, and even softened some purebloods The unformed young man in the family.At the same time, Helen's family members, the Bonnets, are determined to marry the Boyle family, just because this way Helen can be connected to the most complete pure-blood surname known in France on the genealogy line-to me, this way An almost obsessive "collect all XX" attitude on chocolate frog chips would have caused a lot less trouble - the child they chose to marry was Helen as a last resort, because the Bonnet family had only one daughter and the Boyle family was all sons.

By this time her family had mastered a means of controlling her - threatening the future of her non-pure-blood friends (this method also frightened many of Helen's unsteady friends).They were so determined to marry Helen to a Boyle that they used their strengths to transfer three of Helen's best friends to a European wizarding expedition deep into the Arctic Circle Frost magic creatures, the magic field in many areas is seriously disordered, all escaping magic and even attack magic will be invalid, this is the thing with the highest death rate known in Europe, the list of team members and the death list often overlap), as a threat to Helen .