Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

It was already night when Gerald opened his eyes again, and he was woken up by the weird smell like stinky fish in his mouth.As soon as he opened his eyes, Gerald didn't bother to observe the layout of the medical wing. Instead, he covered his mouth with one hand and pulled out his own coffee bag from his pocket with difficulty, opened it with tears in his eyes, and poured it into his mouth in one breath. , and then took the warm water that had been prepared by the bed and swallowed it together.

It wasn't until his mouth and nose were filled with the bitter aroma of coffee that Gerald took a few sips of water again, feeling alive.

Oh, bloody potion, that tastes like no medicine at all!Aren't medicines all corn-coated or tasteless? !Gerald took a deep breath, feeling that people in the wizarding world are so unreasonable!The life-saving medicine is so good that people would rather die-God bless, I will never get sick again!

Madam Pomfrey walked over with a smile, cast a few spells at Gerald, and after a flash of white and yellow light flashed on Gerrard's body, Madam Pomfrey said gently—you're fine, get out of the hospital wing quickly, However, before you go, it's better to drink this bottle of potion to be safe.

Gerald, who couldn't escape, fell under Madam Pomfrey's palm. When he staggered out of the hospital wing with his mouth covered, he happened to meet a man with sandwiches, mince pies and Harry and Ron from Little Cake.

Harry and Ron were stunned - they had never seen Gerald so ravaged.Look, you can tell from the first meeting how serious Gerald is about his appearance, there isn't even a wrinkle in his sleeves.And now, Gerald's hair is disheveled, as if he just woke up (in fact, it is), and his clothes are also in a mess-when Ron saw Gerald's untucked white shirt, his mouth twitched. All grown up.

And Harry paid more attention to Gerald's teary eyes and flushed face - what happened to Gerald?so uncomfortable?Is it possible that the disease is still not cured?If the disease is not cured, why don't you stay in bed?Well, I guess I did something or said something unacceptable to the doctor, and then I was cleaned up...

Gerald covered his mouth, and let out a syllable word that he didn't know whether it was a groan, a groan, or a greeting as if he was about to vomit, and then hung on Ron's shoulders, pressing himself against a man who was much stronger than Harry. Ron snatched the small cake from Harry's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The creamy, smooth and sweet touch and taste saved Gerald. After he swallowed it, he stood up with a pale face, and while arranging his clothes and robes, he said to Harry: "Oh, Harry, you Absolutely no idea what the medical wing is like, it's like hell!"

Harry asked in surprise: "What's wrong with Gerald? What happened?"

"It's nothing, um, can you give me some sandwiches? I'm really hungry, thank you." Gerald said as he straightened his clothes with both hands, and Harry very naturally began to pick up the sandwiches in his hands and feed them to Jay. Ladd, Ron Dead Fish looked at these two people—hey, hey, do you think I don't exist? !My sense of existence should not be so low!

Ron tried to speak: "Gerald, I have some mince pies here, would you like?"

"Oh, thank you, Harry, your presence really saved my life." Gerald swallowed the sandwich and said, after straightening his clothes without squinting, he began to use his hands to try to flatten his hair Some: "And now, I'm going to give you a very important and even a serious warning, you'd better not get hurt in the future, and don't go to the medical wing! - Well, I know that these things I said are impossible, But, I want to solemnly say that the potion in the medical wing is really the ultimate punishment for torturing people's spirit and body. Merlin, God, Harry, you can't imagine the feeling of your soul leaving your body after that stuff enters your mouth ——Well, I guess you will be able to realize that maybe..."

Ron looked at the mince pie in his hand and finally decided to eat it himself.

"Well, that is to say, nothing happened in the initial medical wing. Gerald, you are just afraid that Madame Pomfrey will catch you drinking the medicine and then force-feed you with the potion...I'm right." Harry said His brain is still very smart, when he doesn't make mistakes.

Gerald's face was stiff, and he emphasized with a deadpan expression: "The taste of the potion is simply amazing! It allows you to see your soul!"

"Hey, I'm just afraid of taking medicine, it's nothing, buddy." Ron looked at Gerald, his eyes lit up when he heard Harry's words just now, and felt that the past two days in front of him had raised him countless times. People who beat people's thoughts are not so omnipotent and obnoxious-by the way, Ron, obnoxious and you still hang out with him, are you an M?

Gerald glanced at Ron silently, then without looking at Harry, grabbed the sandwich in his hand, walked away silently.Harry and Ron looked at each other, and immediately burst out laughing. Seeing Gerald getting further and further away, Harry and Ron had to stop laughing. After Harry "Gerald, wait for us—" —It’s nothing—” Amid the shouts, he chased after him.

On the way back to the lounge, Gerald pulled his face. There seemed to be small thorns in his eyes when he looked at the portrait and the surroundings, and Harry and Ron behind him whispered from time to time, with a look on their faces that didn't fade away. With a smile, I feel much closer to Gerrard in my heart.

——Ah, it turns out that Xueba is also afraid of taking medicine!But he is also an ordinary person, no different from himself.

"Dragon slag."

The portrait of the fat woman was opened, and Gerald looked at the fat woman who was shaking the feather fan, looked at the hem of the skirt, and went in.Harry and Ron greeted the fat woman respectively, and entered the waiting room amidst the fat woman's joyful voice of "Finally there are some polite children".

There were not many people in the lounge at this time, and they were distributed among the sofas in twos and threes. Gerald went straight to the fireplace—it was still empty—sit down, knocked on the table with a disheveled face, and a glass of water appeared immediately On the table.Harry and Ron sat on both sides of Gerrard, put down their schoolbags, and began to report to Gerrard about various gossips about Professor Quirrell.

"Wait, please, let me spare my nerves that have suffered from potions for now, I think my main task now is to find a magic spell that can clean the air, otherwise I will send a letter to Mike immediately tonight Cove, ask him to send me a gas mask, God knows why my nose is so sensitive—” Gerald said with a grimace.

Harry and Ron endured it, and in the end they didn't tell the rumor that after Gerald fainted today, he was considered inferior to a girl.Harry thought that Gerald would never mind this matter, and maybe he would contribute to the flames after knowing it. It would be best if he could not take this Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the end.

"Well, then should I write to you about the information we collected today?" Harry said, Ron wanted to say something with his eyes puffed up, Harry elbowed him, and Ron immediately fell silent.

"Well, write it, write it casually, anyway, I don't expect to see any real intentions from these gossips, you must know that since Professor Rocky came, everyone in the whole school who wants to gossip has made a fuss about his current appearance. All sorts of conjectures." Gerald lowered his eyes, put his fingers under his chin, and said lazily: "However, these are not the point now, the point now is that I have to find out how to isolate myself from Professor Quirrell— —Harry, what do you think of gas masks?"

"Well... I don't know, Gerald, it's just some garlic..." said Harry, looking at Ron for help, while Ron was opening his book and pretending to be writing something. what.

"No! It's not just the pungent garlic smell! There's also the smell of sweat stains and the sour smell of something rotting away," Gerald said, staring at Harry. "My nose is very sensitive and I can tell 48 slightly different flavors of tobacco!" - Ron calmly wrote unknown words, Harry nodded helplessly, they are not surprised by any magical skills that are different from ordinary people in Gerald now - "This smell will make me very disgusted! Harry, you know, if I didn't know that he is a professor, I would have brought out the dish soap and disinfectant to you right away and let you put him from top to bottom Give it a brush!"

'why me? ’ Harry refrained from asking, and said, “Well, what the hell are you going to do next?”

"..." Gerald wiped his fingers from his lips, his eyes darkened, "Gas mask!"

"..." Harry.

"What's a gas mask?" Ron asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a mask to isolate the gas," just wearing it like an alien...

"I'll write a letter to Mycroft now! Harry, do you need it? Well, Ron is in good health, probably not." Gerald decisively took out the letter paper and began to write to McCoff.

"Wait! I don't need it either, thank you Gerald, I think it's better for us to find out what can purify the air around you." Harry persuaded Gerald, he tried his best to recall the letter from Dr. Watson But if you are sure that it is better for Holmes not to do it, then present evidence, they are very persuasive. "After all, this is the wizarding world. I don't think you want to attract the attention of Headmaster Dumbledore so early—of course, Professor Quirrell." Actually, you fainted in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class As far as things go, you've got the attention of all the professors...

"...Harry, what you said makes sense." Gerald thought for a moment and said, "However, it's better to be prepared with both hands. Fortunately, the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class is next week, and we still have one more week to go." time."

"Us?" Ron suddenly regained consciousness at this moment, and he repeated with some uncertainty.

"Yes~" Gerald smiled, a very sweet smile.