HP Wendy's crossing running account

The weekend after the first day of the new semester is simply an added bonus.

A herbal treatise on "Dragon Manure" and a potion treatise on "Scabies Potion" were just half an afternoon of work on Friday for Tom and Wendy.The next step is to spend time in the library consciously and spontaneously.

Most of the fifth floor of Hogwarts is owned by the library.In this library, which looks like a Muggle library, there are at least tens of thousands of magical magic books.Some of them are heavy metal products, some are transparent, some will show three-dimensional color projections when the pages are turned, and the most dangerous ones even have curses and their own consciousness.In contrast, the mahogany bookshelf with protective magic is much more unpretentious.

Tom directly took "The Most Practical Dark Arts", "Ghosts and Elves", and "Spells Against Vampires", and studied them silently.Since morning, his mood has been very low.

Wendy started to read some books on herbs and potions.After a potion class and herb class, she already had a preliminary idea.

Just like human beings mutate to produce wizards with magical powers, some animals and plants will also mutate into individuals with natural magical powers.Like daisies, belladonna, and nettles, the strains cultivated by wizards are actually magical mutants.Of course, there are also some special species of high magic, such as piranhas or mandrakes.As for magical animals, dragons, unicorns, mermaids, centaurs, werewolves, and vampires have a long and unverifiable history; some are mutants of ordinary animals, such as giant spiders, swallow-tailed dogs, and magic owls; Created by wizards, the famous ones are Basilisk, Stephens, Hippogriff and so on.

Different from the simple magic power fluctuation mode in the wizard's body, different potion materials have their own unique magic power fluctuations.The form of magic power fluctuations in potions is even more complicated, like a special superposition of magic power of various materials.

Just like the atoms of different elements are connected into polymers with special chemical bonds, the potion brewing process is like "magic power of different fluctuation patterns" are connected in an orderly manner under the mediation of magic flames to form "magic power of more complex fluctuation patterns." "the process of.

Yes, the active ingredient in the potion should be the magic power.And the chemical substance may play a role in stabilizing the magic power.Complicated rather than a single form of magic power also explains why some potions have a very short shelf life, and why some finished potions roll like magma or have spiraling steam. These are all manifestations of energy instability.

Whether the magic power carrier substance in the wizard's body is the same as the magic power carrier substance in magic plants and magic animals has not yet been verified.But instead of studying her own and Tom's plasma, maybe she could also study potion ingredients.Wendy touched the nettles and snake teeth in her pocket, which she snatched from the Potions class secretly, and regarded it as a waste of the class.It's a pity that there is no chemistry laboratory in Hogwarts where she can do purification analysis.

correct!Room of Requirement!

The corners of Wendy's mouth curled up slightly, let her see the limits of the legendary omnipotent Room of Response. "I want an ultracentrifuge, a high-resolution spectrophotometer, a silica gel column, a protein spectrometer... Can you do it, Response Room?" If she can analyze the magic carrier in a modern laboratory, she will die in this life Also rest in peace.

So, throughout Friday night, Wendy contributed to her experimental plan.

Getting rid of Tom was much easier than Wendy expected.Her handsome bamboo horse didn't know what stimulated her in Slytherin, and she was deeply involved in offensive magic.

The Room of Requirement was far beyond her imagination.Even in Hogwarts, which claims to disable all electronic products, Wendy has a computer that would never have appeared in the world in 1938.Although this PC cannot be connected to the Internet, it cannot be saved, and its functions are limited to the analysis of mass spectrometry data.Wendy still spent a whole Saturday in the Room of Requirement contentedly.Wearing a long-lost white coat can't be more touching!

Perhaps this room is just a collection of very sophisticated illusion magic, and nothing produced here can be taken out of the room, but as long as the correctness of the universe's rules can be guaranteed, it is enough for Wendy.

Running the chromatographic column and mass spectrometer at one end, and boiling all kinds of potions at the other end, Wendy's Saturday was extremely fulfilling.She found that the pioneers of potion science had really done a great job, and it was really no human work to decide which step should be stirred a few times in order to stabilize the fluctuation of magic power purely based on experience.The inaccuracies in the potions textbooks are even more numerous.No wonder people like Snape, who are very sensitive to potions, revised the textbooks densely.

Wendy tried to use the standard quantitative method to repeat Snape's work, and the efficiency was quite impressive - she got three improved potion formulas in one day, and the snake teeth, porcupine quills and other potion ingredients The mathematical model has also been drawn in sevens and eights.

Then there is the question of "How does magic cure scabies?"

Wendy stretched her waist and twisted her cervical spine, only to realize that it was already dinner time.And the stomach of a scientific madman who forgot to eat lunch was already growling with hunger.She tidied up a thick pile of notes, and happily went to the restaurant with her small schoolbag. Because she was in such a good mood, she did not forget to say hello to the portraits around her along the way:

"How do you do, ma'am--knight, you look so handsome--ma'am, I like your wreath--"

Suddenly, an adult man's voice stopped her: "Good evening, Wendy. Are you going to have dinner?"

Wendy turned her head and saw a tall wizard in a purple robe walking towards her. His flowing auburn hair and long beard were very ostentatious in the air.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Wendy put her hands behind her back and showed a big smile, her eyes narrowed.

Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered a few times, and finally he sighed: "If it's convenient for you, can you come to my office after dinner?"

"Eh?"

Wendy stood in front of the transfiguration office, thinking about it, she didn't feel that she had violated any school rules, and the transfiguration class hadn't started yet, and there was no labor service or confinement.She shook her head and knocked on the door.

The relief of a griffin on the door suddenly came to life: "Password?"

"Uh……"

Before Wendy could think of a prevarication, the door opened by itself.Dumbledore, who was standing behind the door, changed into a dark blue robe, which further accentuated his tall stature.

Wendy walked in, and what she saw were various books and parchments and silver instruments that spewed smoke. On a tall gold-plated perch, the phoenix Fox proudly displayed its gorgeous red feathers.

"Please sit down, child." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a sofa thoughtfully attacked Wendy's calf from behind, causing her to fall down on the soft cushion. "Would you like some drinks?"

"Darjeeling, add milk, thank you."

The milk tea provided by Dumbledore is very mellow, and the gold-rimmed white porcelain teacup and saucer are painted with pink roses, which is quite Victorian in style.

Wendy sipped reservedly for 3 minutes before gently putting down the cup.There was a crisp sound when the cup and saucer collided. "Sir, is there anything you want me to do?"

Dumbledore's well-articulated fingers were intertwined under his jaw, his eyes were sharp and complicated: "I have prepared a lot to say, but now I feel that it is not appropriate."

"gentlemen?"

"You are stronger and more optimistic than I thought."

"Ah, you're talking about that." Wendy put away her smile, "Of course I'd be scared, and also sad. Knowing that Death's footsteps are so close to me..."

"Son, I'm sorry—"

"But it's not the first time I know that death is so close to me."

Dumbledore was a little dazed, and he rubbed the inner corners of his eyes with his hands.

Wendy let her teacup float leisurely in the air, and the milk tea in the cup was so calm that there was no ripple. "Sir, I'm not a person who is very passionate about life. I drift with the tide, I am with the light, and I float with the world. Many times, I stand on the sidelines, close myself, and even choose to escape. But ah—" Wendy half-wrote His eyes widened slowly, his blue irises were pure and clear, "No one can take my life away from me! Even death."

Facing Dumbledore's surprised gaze, she smiled and closed her eyes: "If I'm afraid of death, I can't enjoy knowledge and magic; if I'm afraid of death, I can't laugh, embrace the sun, or do what I want ;If, because of the fear of death, I panic, become anxious, and even lose my principles—then, before death actually comes, it has already taken away my life.”

The room fell silent, and even Fox didn't make any sound, only the unknown silverware was "sizzling" puffing out white smoke.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair suddenly: "I remember, your wand is made of unicorn hair."

Oops, Professor Deng's topic changed to Dafa.Wendy blinked, trying to adapt to the sudden change of style: "Yes, sir."

"Unicorns, the most holy and pure creatures in the world. They are amazing, because they are pure, so they are fearless... But, you know, they don't like me very much."

"It's all right, sir. I like you."

"Oh." Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth. It turned out that Wendy was also a good at destroying the atmosphere. "My pleasure."

Fox on the shelf beside him let out a long cry of dissatisfaction, spread his gorgeous wings and shook his neck several times, finally attracting some resignation from the master to comfort him.Wendy swears that she saw the provocative eyes of the big red bird: "Look, Fox likes you too."

Dumbledore laughed, his blue eyes twinkling.Then they passed an hour drinking tea and the magic silverware.

When it was time for Wendy to leave, she still worriedly added: "I have always trusted you, sir."

The tall wizard opened the door for her, with a slight smile on his face: "My honor, Miss Carter."

"By the way, sir." Wendy had half a foot out of the room and turned around suddenly, "Have you considered cutting off your beard?"

"beard?"

"Sorry, I'm just a little curious about your more... handsome appearance. Of course, your current appearance is also quite good." Wendy quickly stepped out of the office, "Good night, sir."

Dumbledore closed the door, sat back on the chair, and stroked Fox's soft back feathers.The phoenix chirped loudly.

"Fox, that kid is amazing, isn't he? Kind and sharp..."

On his desk, a letter written in German was pressed under two sheets of parchment, only a third of which was exposed.He pulled out the letter, and let out a burst of flames, and within two seconds, the letter was reduced to ashes.He covered his face with his hands, and sighed from his lips under his bushy auburn beard: "Gellert..."

Sunday, sunny.

In order to appease the anger of Tom who searched for her all day yesterday but failed, Wendy honestly contributed the three improved potion formulas.

After spending the morning and half afternoon in the library, Tom's complexion was still not very good, Wendy had no choice but to arrange an afternoon tea for Tom.Get a basket of biscuits and sandwiches from the overly enthusiastic house-elf in the kitchen, and go to the grass by the Black Lake to bask in the sun.

The sunshine in September is dry and warm, and the cool breeze from the plateau makes people feel lazy.In the distance came the clamor of a group of Gryffindor children, and the crash of the Quidditch pitch.Wendy leaned against a beech, and began to doze off bit by bit.Tom lay on his back on the lush grass, with his head pressed against a corner of Wendy's robe.A few strands of white clouds in the sky kept changing, and he suddenly felt very at ease.

It's just the beginning.Although they are still weak now, they will become stronger in no time.

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