HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom hurried to the infirmary, his hand under his robe gripping a bottle of potion tightly.The early winter air made his skin feel a little cool, and his fast and powerful heartbeat provided him with extra heat.

Tom was a little anxious, and he didn't expect that it would take him three full days to refine the anti-magic potion, and he couldn't cut corners. After all, this was something Wendy might use to save his life.Tomorrow was Monday, the day Wendy resumed classes, and there was no doubt that Mrs. Farrell would check her medicines before she moved out.So, today's breakfast time will be his last chance to make up for the potion he secretly took.

"Damn it!" Tom cursed secretly.This action can be said to have many flaws, one of which is the potion.In the past 80 hours or so, has Mrs. Farrell noticed the theft of the enchanting potion?Tom didn't know what to do either.Although it was calm on the surface and there was no big news about "invasion of the medical room", who knew that there was no open trap waiting for him?

Restraining his uneasy heart, Tom stood at the door of the medical room with a standard good boy face, knocked on the door three times in a polite manner, and then used an "alahoo hole" to push the door in.

As he expected, the therapist and the only patient had gone to the dining room for breakfast, and the room was empty.The curtains around each bed were pulled open, revealing the neatly made beds.

After quickly confirming the environment, Tom locked the door decisively and walked quickly to Wendy's bedside table.To his relief, Wendy's books and notes were piled in a mess on the bedside table.It seemed that the girl hadn't sorted out her belongings yet.

Tom squatted down neatly, and opened the bottom drawer. Inside were neat rows of potion bottles. The full bottles were placed in front, and the empty bottles were placed in the back, which seemed to be in order.These are soothing potions, Wendy's usual medicine that is taken once a day.Further inside than the empty bottle was a white medical box. Tom carefully carried the small white box out and placed it on Wendy's bed.

This is his goal, Wendy's first aid medicine.

There are many medicines placed on top of each other: a large bottle of nitroglycerin lozenges, several small bottles of morphine, and light blue-purple anti-mood potion.At the bottom, there are three identical crystal bottles. The potion inside is a bewildering dark blue, thick and thick, as if there is a vortex slowly rotating in it.

three?

Tom was startled, and jumped up like a beast, shooting fierce eyes around the room.

Nothing happened.

There are no sudden professors, and no sudden magic.

Tom looked again at the three vials with vigilance and suspicion.Why?Why three?He obviously took one.His left hand tightly grasped the freshly brewed potion in his pocket, and he paced back and forth somewhat irritablely.

It wouldn't be Wendy, she didn't have the time to obtain the materials and brew the potion.Mrs. Farrell watched her closely.In Tom's view, the person who has made up the potion is mysterious and uncontrollable.This feeling disturbed him.

Now the question is, what to do?

It is impossible for him to make up four potions, is that to replace one, or just put it back in place?

Tom looked at the three pill bottles again.The dark blue anti-magic potion looked back at him quietly. The three bottles were exactly the same, and there was no difference under the slanting sunlight in the morning.

With a flash of inspiration, he drew out his wand and said to the three bottles of potion, "The spell stops!"

A miraculous thing happened, the air around the crystal bottle quickly blurred and twisted, and the bottle split into six, twelve, or even more.Finally, the illusion dissipated, revealing the real scene - two bottles of magic potions, which looked bright and dark due to the light.

Tom let out a long breath, the Mirror Copying Curse, he should have thought earlier, light and shadow magic is Wendy's specialty.In fact, as long as he tried to reach out and pick up any one of the three bottles of medicine, he would notice the flaw, and it was his own suspicions that got farther and farther away from the truth.

Not daring to stay longer, Tom put the anti-magic potion in his pocket into the first-aid kit, cleaned up the traces carefully, and opened the door to go out.

Then, his steps stopped.

Wendy rested her back against the door outside the medical room, and seemed to have been waiting for a while.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he just lazily raised his right eyelid, and his eyes just collided with Tom who pushed the door out.

"you……"

"you……"

awkward.

Tom scratched his cheeks that didn't turn red at all: "You speak first."

"Sigh." Wendy sighed delicately, and changed what she originally wanted to say, "Mrs. Farrell wants to eat two more donuts. She went to the kitchen and won't be back for about a quarter of an hour."

Tom laughed, he naturally knew what Wendy had done to delay the return of the master of the medical room.To be able to check for his omissions and make up for his vacancies quietly, probably only Wendy in this world can do it.He patted Wendy's head, which he had rarely done recently.The touch of blonde hair is as good as ever, but it is a little cold.

"Winter is here, you need to wear more clothes." Putting down his hands, he heard himself say this.

The suspension of classes for nearly a month did not have any impact on Wendy's grades.It wasn't obvious in the history class on Monday, but in the herbal medicine class on Tuesday, it undoubtedly made the whole class feel the strength of Xueshen.

This Herbs lesson is the fourth and final lesson on Fire Mushrooms. "Flame Mushroom" is just a popular name, and its scientific name is "Magmatic Coprinus-Polyporicum hybrid strain".This is a fungus that reproduces naturally on craters and magma, and has very strong vitality and flame magic.Flame mushrooms must be preserved and transported in volcanic ash, and they will grow rapidly when encountering high temperature dragon manure.The spores are the seeds and useful parts of the flame mushroom, but they are densely distributed in the hot slurry like magma, and the separation process requires more than ten procedures.

This is the most difficult herbal medicine class in the past three years. The little wizards will practice almost all high-temperature operations on the flame mushrooms, and get in touch with five basic herbal medicine equipment such as compost bins, separation dishes, and condensation balls.They practice these over and over until they take the Fundamental Wizarding Ranks in Year [-].

Such a huge amount of knowledge naturally took two full weeks to explain, and today, it is a test class.Each person was assigned a piece of flame mushroom the size of a fingernail, and the content of the test was to complete the extraction and preservation of the spores within 40 minutes.

When most of the little wizards were still scrambling at the steaming fungus on the iron plate, Wendy, who had already started using the cryosphere, was very eye-catching, and even Professor Gump, who was always calm, gave her a second look.

Wendisch abruptly took the separation dish out of the condensation ball, and some red fine sand was scattered on it, which was crystal clear. These were the spores of the flame mushroom.Put it in a drying oven and bake it seven or eight times repeatedly, then it can be stored in volcanic ash.

In fact, Wendy really wanted to complain about the imprecise operation of "repeatedly baking seven or eight times".In the first year of basic chemistry, I taught the drying rule: "Drying is complete until the solid quality does not change."Although baking seven or eight times can deal with most situations, she still can't help but want an electronic scale to weigh the quality of the separation dish.

After completing the classroom test, Wendy began to observe other little wizards with great interest.

Ravenclaw girl Pince made the slowest progress. The more she wanted to make it perfect, the more she couldn't do it; Ollivander was unexpectedly not good at handling such soft materials; but Hooch's performance was impressive. It doesn't matter how the finished product is, just look at the posture to make it look good.

Slytherin was a little far away, and she vaguely saw the blond boy reverse the steps.As for the girls in Slytherin, Wendy squinted her eyes, why are they secretly looking at Tom?Didn't pay attention when doing the experiment?

"Oh, shit." Eldest Young Master Black couldn't help but swear softly, and then he reacted in time with a little embarrassment, "These spores are so soft, and the fungal flesh is so soft, how do you..." His hands stopped, A small metal probe punctured a spore. "Ah! Alas~~~~"

Tom touched the sweat on his forehead, and looked sympathetically at Alphard who was still struggling.He himself has passed the hardest part of picking spores from fruit pulp.The next step is to get the culture medium that protects the activity of the spores.

Strangely today, the Slytherin children were somewhat out of order.Tom naturally noticed it too. After all, Professor Gump never stopped saying things like "I finally remembered the precautions of dragon manure, and these two days are as stupid as a kid who just entered school in September."In fact, not only the first year, but also the second and third years of Slytherin had several abnormal students-forgetting knowledge points, or being clumsy and uncoordinated.Professor Gump decided that the small group of Slytherins was not doing their job properly, and scolding them was even more merciless.

Tom knew that this was the aftereffect of the Oblivion Curse, and Avery's level of enchantment really lived up to its reputation.This was another unclean place, but he had no better way at the time. He was exhausted by maintaining a large number of transfiguration techniques for pretending, and he really couldn't be distracted by casting curses on more than a dozen people.Thinking of this, he subconsciously went to see Avery's group.Malfoy and Lestrange both looked awake, which didn't surprise him.But Avery himself was evasive, which annoyed Tom.You know, the Forgetting Curse that Avery took was cast by Tom. Even if he used a wand that was not in his hand, even if he didn't have much magic power left at the time, it was the magic cast by Tom Riddle! ! !

Tom refused to believe that his Oblivion Charms would work, and gave Avery a kindly, reserved smile—just as he had done the previous few months.

Avery, who was flashed by the young male god's smile, looked flattered, a little excited and joyful, and retreated embarrassingly when he wanted to get close.

The suspicion in Tom's heart became more and more serious, and he still had a calm face. He asked Professor Gamp for the culture solution and walked to his seat.

Avery stared blankly at Tom, forgetting what he was doing.When Tom passed him, he shuddered and almost shoveled the fire mushroom spores into the dragon manure.

"Be careful." Tom grabbed Avery's hand in time to prevent an accident that turned the greenhouse into a mushroom garden.

Avery's chubby face was a little flushed: "Thank... thank you."

Tom smiled calmly: "You're welcome."

The genial expression faded as he walked back to his seat, facing away from most of the class. "It's strange," Tom whispered. "He seems to remember something, but not quite."

Wendy read the entire episode just now, and at this moment she was also thinking: "Assuming there are many, if your Oblivion Charm is fine—"

"Definitely no problem!"

Wendy, who was interrupted, looked sideways at Tom and blinked twice.

"Cough! Go on."

"The memory gap caused by forgetting can only be made up by the brain's misconstruction and self-deception. Incomplete misconstruction will lead to the forgetting curse being seen through. It is feasible to consciously connect what happened before and after the blank memory, and infer what kind of memory you have forgotten. of."

Tom tried to chew Wendy's words several times, and finally shook his head: "Avery is not you, Holmes, he doesn't have the IQ."

"The Forgetting Curse can only erase memories, but it cannot erase the emotional subconscious brought about by memories."

Tom was startled: "Your guess?"

Wendy nodded: "Guess. Because you see, not only Avery, but many people in Slytherin are in awe of you."

Tom poured the washed spores into a separation dish: "If this is the case, the Oblivion Curse is very flawed—Al, how many records are there about the Oblivion Curse's failure?"

Alphard suppressed the discomfort, and threw the broken fungus into the ice bucket. "I've heard stories about wizards who have been cast with the Forgetting Curse and suddenly regain their memory after many years, so the famous Muggle saying that black wizards also like to say: 'Only the dead can keep secrets.' Of course, this is true in the wizarding world. Not feasible, because there are ghosts."

"Almost 90 per cent of Oblivion Charms are used on Muggles who accidentally witness something, but it seems that wizards' secrets are not kept. The fairy tales we heard as children were full of witches who waved wands and rode brooms."

"Forget about Muggle fairy tales!" Tom, who was idle, was clearly aware of the gaze projected on his back, and he looked very irritated, "Why are they looking at me like this? I obviously taught them a lesson... what kind of shit subconscious Can I make them look at me like this?"

Tom peeked out of the corner of his eye, and Avery's earnest expression could not be blocked across the two tables, and the expressions of the little girls were also very friendly.

Alphard patted him on the shoulder: "Slytherin, worship the strong."

Tom looked speechless.Of course he likes to be admired, but being worshiped by a group of chickens is still very low.So what?They are all pig teammates.

Wendy rested her chin on one hand, her eyes were a little distracted: "Shaking M...Stockholm..."