[HP] Ravenclaw Girls' Hard Days

Potter saw something from Casey's reaction, quickly raised his hand to cover the back of his head, turned to face Casey, and prevented her from looking at him again: "I'm fine, Casey!"

Casey grabbed his sleeve again, and wanted to turn around his back. Now Potter finally knew how to look, and entangled with Casey, just to prevent Casey from looking at the back of his head: "It's nothing to look at——"

Kathy had only wanted to examine the wound—if that counted as a wound—but now that Potter was struggling so much, she had to let go of Potter's sleeve.

She stared at Potter for a while, and finally decided to take care of Potter's sudden pride: "Okay, let's go to the medical wing then?"

This time Potter didn't object anymore. After all, almost every Gryffindor was more familiar with the medical wing than the classroom when they were in the first grade, and there was nothing to be ashamed of facing Madam Pomfrey.

Casey nodded slowly in compromise: "Then you go first, I will come after I clean up the classroom."

The explosion just now didn't just hurt Potter, it affected the entire classroom, and all the walls and curtains were more or less black stained.

Potter didn't want to face Casey in such an image, but wanted to act together with Casey. He struggled for a second, pulled up the hood of his school uniform coat, covered his head, and said firmly: " No, I'll wait for you."

"Whatever you want." Casey pulled out his wand, chose a wall at random, and used it to clean it up. However, the potion may still have some magic resistance, and the stains have not changed at all.

Casey changed a few spells, but it didn't work.

She couldn't help but glance at Potter. His head was covered with the same potion, which meant that Potter's head was also resistant to magic, and magic resistance usually meant that it was difficult to treat.

Kathy stared at the stain on the wall for a while, then waved his wand, disposing of the half-filled potion in his cauldron—they were not too unlucky, the pot of potion was not affected by the explosion, The situation did not develop into a secondary explosion.

But even if her potion was intact, she still couldn't escape cleaning it up. After all, if she went to the medical wing now, no matter if it went well or not, it would definitely be too late to collect the potion.

No matter what, I hope everything goes well, Madam Pomfrey can find a way.

Madam Pomfrey really has nothing to do.

She had taken off Potter's hat and had been looking at the spots on the back of Potter's head where the potion had been splashed for a while.

Bo, who was sitting on the chair, moved and wanted to change his posture, but the respectable school doctor held the back of his neck in time: "Don't move."

He had no choice but to lower his head and continue to maintain this uncomfortable position, asking, "Madame Pomfrey, are you alright?"

"No," Madam Pomfrey replied curtly, before letting go of Potter's neck and turning to get gloves from the inner drawer.

Porter took the opportunity to stretch his neck, and looked up at Casey standing in front of him. Casey shrugged at him holding Porter's schoolbag and himself.

Madam Pomfrey came back soon, and pressed Potter's head down again. She touched Potter's scalp with a cotton swab in her gloved right hand, and then put the cotton swab soaked in potion into the glass bottle That made Potter look up.

She took off the gloves in reverse, walked into the room again, and asked casually, "How did you do this?"

"Uh..." Potter hesitated, "The cauldron exploded, and I didn't dodge it, so..."

"It's amazing." Snape walked in from the door of the medical wing, and said in his usual unfriendly tone, "Mr Potter, maybe your efforts will get you an O in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination." .”

Casey greeted the Potions Professor politely: "Professor Snape, good morning."

Potter reluctantly called out: "Professor Snape."

Snape raised the corners of his mouth without a smile, which was a perfunctory response.

Madam Pomfrey came out from the room, saw Snape, and smiled: "Severus, you are finally here."

Potter, who hadn't stood up from his chair yet, was pinned down by Madam Pomfrey again, and then pressed down violently. He couldn't help but yelled, "Ouch."

Kathy clearly saw a much more genuine smile on Snape's face than before, and the latter gently lifted his sleeves and put his hand on Potter's head.

Kathy glanced sympathetically at Potter, whose head was lowered down, holding his bag, and pretending not to see anything, he raised his head and stared at the intricate carvings on the ceiling of the medical wing for a while.

Although Snape's treatment experience was not as rich as Madam Pomfrey's, he was definitely ranked among the top ten in the entire wizarding world when it came to potions. He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the potion on Potter's head. That little smile has long since disappeared, and he asked blankly, "What did you put in the cauldron?"

Potter quickly memorized the potion formula: "Fenite, mistletoe berries, silver unicorn horn, standard ingredients..."

Snape waited and didn't hear Potter go on, so he asked again: "What else did you put? Or do you want to say that when you are about to take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, you will be able to do a job as a troll?" Ordinary antidote can blow up the crucible?"

Kathy, who had been staring at the ceiling, took a peek at Snape's face at the moment.

a bit dark.

Potter, with his head down, couldn't see Snape's expression, he was pressed uncomfortably, and simply confessed: "Maybe there is some instant noodle soup...?"

Snape pushed Potter's head hard, heard Potter's "Ouch" again, withdrew his hand, and said with a dark face: "Instant noodle soup? What a groundbreaking idea! Why are we great? Why don't Mr. Potter share your achievements with the wizarding world? Maybe the Merlin Order will award you an Order of Merlin."

Potter rubbed the back of his head and raised his head, turned to look at Snape, Madam Pomfrey shook his head at him, walked into her room, and ignored the matter.

Being scolded by the professor after getting into trouble is something that most Gryffindors are used to in the first grade. Potter asked without blushing: "Professor, how do you treat this?"

"So Mr. Potter wants treatment? I thought you liked such a cool hairstyle." Snape said sarcastically, "It suits you well after all."

Potter accepted humbly, and continued to ask: "Of course I want treatment, Professor."

"There is no need for treatment." Snape paused, and then smiled gloatingly, "It will only slow down your hair growth for half a year, there is no other problem."

Potter frowned: "But I have a Quidditch match next week."

"Oh," said Snape lightly, with a particularly hypocritical smile, "it's such a pity."

The author has something to say: Professor: Whatapity :)

I saw in the previous chapter that someone said that Harry was bald, I want to clarify for him, it’s just alopecia areata, not all bald hahahahaha

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