[HP] Immortality

Since it is a cliff, there must be mountains or highlands, and only the northern part of Scotland seems to meet this condition.

It is also the first time for Riddle to come here. The place chosen by the dark wizard is indeed not easy to find. The edge of the cliff is also very suitable for them to stay away from other wizards and Muggles who live in groups, not to mention that there may be some hidden caves And so on, it is very suitable for doing some ulterior things, just like the seaside a few years ago.

The rain was not slowing down, and the gloomy sky was really uncomfortable, not to mention that he had been walking around for at least an hour, but he still couldn't find her.

However, since it is on the cliff, it should be the most obvious, or maybe he made a wrong judgment and is not in this mountain range, but another place that he did not think of. more dangerous.

So what about the gods, he vomited blood, but as soon as he thought of the dazzling bright red in the double-sided mirror, he felt more anxious. An unknown fire had been burning for a long time, and since he got the news of her disappearance, he had nowhere to go. To vent, but those dark wizards seem to be good candidates, and those two centaurs.

Perhaps he was lucky enough. After more than ten minutes, he finally found the target cliff. The wreckage on the ground, the obvious burnt marks, and the few most conspicuous human corpses on the ground, as well as the strong aroma of peach blossoms were all there. Tell him to find the right place, but at a glance, there is no sign of her.

Looking at the mess, Riddle could imagine how tragic the battle was at that time. The result of her dealing with these dangerous dark wizards alone was so serious. approximate strength.

But now Riddle didn't have the time to check these things, he quickly went downhill, the image in the double-way mirror at that time, she should have fallen in the grass, and the double-way mirror was also there.

He vacated slowly along this rain-beaten, slippery and muddy road, the closer the tighter the peach blossom fragrance was, the more obvious it was, and finally he found a familiar thing in a casual glance, the star he had seen before. peaches, and covered with blood.

Facing the heavier and heavier rain, Riddle squatted on the edge of the grass, carefully hugged the peach in his arms, covered it with the school robe, and took all her things scattered on the ground, and quickly used the The wand used an apparition to go straight to Hogsmeade.

She has changed back to her original form again, which is really bad news. Although Riddle really wanted to go directly to Saint-Germans, how would those medical practitioners treat such a peach?

Is it possible to tell them that this is actually a girl and she is pregnant, maybe everyone will think that he has delusional disorder.

So in this case, it seems that we can only prescribe the right medicine first. In the final analysis, she is just a fruit in this state. If she can't go to Saint-Germans, she should find a wizard who is good at taking care of those herbal plants. There is one, if not, you can go back to Hogwarts to find the herbal medicine professor.

This shop opened at the innermost corner of Hogsmeade's main road. It has been many years, but the shop owner is a strange guy, as can be seen from the strange plants displayed on the shelves on both sides of the head.

Most of these are rare and dangerous, and there are no protective measures, so Hogwarts students never enter this shop unless they need something.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by a strange smell, and those strange-shaped plants will wake up when they see customers, and the active ones will never be idle. Maybe it’s something early, the hair behind the counter The gray old man was dozing off, seemingly undisturbed by his entry.

Riddle, who had no time to waste, went straight to the counter and knocked. Seeing the other party opened his eyes, he immediately said, "Sir, I have a special magic here.. The plant is dying. If you save her, how much gold will it cost?" Long is not a problem."

But the old man didn't even look at him. He stretched himself before answering slowly, "Boy, you don't need to take out the ordinary stuff. I can't afford to waste my old bones."

Regarding this, Riddle just smiled, then took out the bloody peach hidden in his bosom, took off his coat and put it on the counter, and said, "Look, sir, this is definitely better than yours." All collections are more precious, there is only one in this world.”

But the old man suddenly let out a strange laugh, "I thought it was something good, a peach?"

That being said, when he moved away from the wand, the peach blossom fragrance was released all at once, and the old man who attracted him immediately came over, and his expression soon changed from the previous one.

Another few seconds passed, and the old man wrapped the peaches carefully, "I'll take over the job, plus thirty Galleons for a week, keep the money, and you can go."

Watching the other party's movements, Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, then drew out his wand and used a summoning spell, and the wrapped peach flew back into his arms, and said coldly, "It doesn't take so long, sir, you just need to tell Me, her current condition and how to save her."

Seeing that the old man was obviously unwilling, but he compromised after a moment of stalemate, "oh... well, I have to explain first, this is obviously not just a peach, I have never cultivated it, and the specific method can only be determined by experimentation.

You can first use the special and powerful restoration agent I developed for planting herbs, let it return to the land, and nourish it patiently. If it doesn't work, then you may have to try some of the medicines used for those creatures or people.

Although this sounds strange, but I am not mistaken, the plucked peach still has life, although it is very faint, and there are traces of black magic, but, Merlin's beard!It's amazing! "

In order to prevent the other party from continuing to chatter, Riddle quickly took out a small bag and threw it on the counter to interrupt him, "Thank you for your help, sir, then please bring me some of the medicine you mentioned, and today's Please keep it a secret, these Galleons may be enough."

According to that weird old man's method, Riddle began his mental journey of cultivating a peach.

After all, he also learned to take care of and cultivate some magical plants in the herbal medicine class, but those have corresponding book notes, and even if there are any problems, the professor will still be there, but he is still really at a loss for this peach.

On the first day, I used up two strong restoratives, and there was no change.News of her disappearance spread throughout Hogwarts, avoiding anyone to question her.

The next day, after using one, Peaches was bleeding again, dripping from the pot onto the floor, staining a small area of ​​the carpet red, and she was in very bad shape.

On the third day, it was replaced with the recovery potion she had used last time that she got from Mrs. Patrick, no change.

On the fourth day, it was the same as yesterday, but at least there was no trace of blood. Scotland finally cleared up, and I took it out to bask in the sun for a while in the afternoon.

On the fifth day, as usual, Mrs. Patrick's medicine seemed to have some effect, and it remained stable for three consecutive days, but there was still no sign of change.

On the sixth day, it had been nearly a week since she disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic finally got news that the suspected dark wizard was found dead in the mountains of northern Scotland, and the time of death was also nearly a week.

Since the "Daily Prophet" was brought in by the owl in the morning, this is almost the most discussed topic in Hogwarts. Although the body of the dark wizard was found, the newspaper did not state that anyone else was found.

This seems to have the meaning of directly settling the dust at this time. Some students think that the teaching assistant of the transformation class must be dead, and more students think that they were captured by other dark wizards, maybe they are the accomplices of this group of black wizards. In short , so many days have passed, it must be more or less ominous.

Many students felt sorry that a beautiful landscape in Hogwarts was gone, and a small number of girls began to move around again. The previous model student had never accepted any one, but with this If this is the first time, they still have a chance.And other individuals have blocked him from the first day to today.

After finishing her elective class at noon, Riddle was about to go back to her dormitory to check on her condition, but as expected, she was stopped by someone when she entered the Slytherin lounge.

Malfoy's expression was terrible, and he quickly cast a Freezing Curse to stop him, "Are you happy, Riddle, she may be dead, all thanks to you freak!

What is your purpose with her?Oh, love at first sight?I don't believe this kind of cheating on those brainless girls. Did you cheat her just for this time, to avenge your almost death at her hands? "

There was no one else in the lounge except the two of them. Riddle just glanced at him indifferently, not intending to pay attention, and quickly walked around him to go back to the dormitory.

But how could Malfoy, who was already angry, let him go so easily, this time he simply cast a curse, and was blocked again without accident, but when he was about to use an attack spell again, he was hit by a green light, Then suddenly fell a few feet away.

After asking for trouble, Riddle quickly entered the boys' dormitory, and quickly returned to his dormitory. It was dark inside without the lights on. In the darkness, he subconsciously looked for her location, but found a figure on the ground. .

And when the light came on, Riddle's expression changed almost immediately, he quickly picked up the girl who was curled up on the carpet, and went outside without any delay.

At this point, there was no one in the corridor of the dormitory, and there were only a few students including Malfoy in the lounge. When he carried her into the lounge, the one who attacked him just now followed immediately.

But at this moment, Riddle didn't have the extra time to deal with the people behind him, so he had to speed up his pace and rush to the school doctor's room on the second floor of the castle.

Mrs. Patrick, who was about to pack up and go to lunch, came out of the office, facing a group of people. When she saw the girl in the arms of the leader, Riddle, she didn't care about eating anymore, and began to arrange treatment in an orderly manner with a solemn face.

All those who came were kept out, and Mrs. Patrick immediately checked her first by magic.

There are wounds on the chest and back, the signs of life are there but very weak, the body has been severely injured, not only corroded by black magic, but also poisoned by a strange poison, it is more troublesome than last time, the child in the belly seems to be attacked by a powerful force The strength is protecting, and there is no major problem for the time being.

She decisively used white fresh essence to treat her trauma first, and at the same time began to brew the potion, and took a few bottles of ready-made potions for the poor girl to take.

And the outside is also very lively at the moment. Since she entered, Malfoy has not stopped, and has been questioning and blaming Riddle in various ways, but the other party ignores him at all, and the words become more and more ugly.

Even Greenton, who arrived soon after, couldn't listen anymore, "Malfoy, if you don't want to deduct points from Slytherin, please stop! Riddle is more worried about Qing's safety than you!"

But Malfoy snorted coldly with disdain, "President Greenton, even if you are the president, it's not up to a Gryffindor to take care of Slytherin's affairs."

Then turned to him again, "You better hope she's okay, or you know what I'll do to you!"

Riddle, who had been silent all this time, looked sideways slightly. Although he was still smiling, his eyes were full of coldness, "Really, don't let me down, Malfoy."

This compelling aura really made Greenton swallow his saliva, and in comparison, Malfoy's threatening words from just now to the present seem to pale in comparison.

After a moment of stalemate, the door was suddenly punched from the inside. Mrs. Patrick pointed to the nearest Riddle with a serious face and only said, "Come in." Then she turned and went back.

Riddle, who was named, naturally didn't dare to neglect. As soon as Mrs. Patrick turned around, he followed, causing Malfoy to growl again.

From the moment he came in, Riddle's eyes were all on the girl on the hospital bed. Her little face was pale and she was lying motionless. If it weren't for the ups and downs of her chest, he really thought he would lose her.

But Mrs. Patrick had already devoted herself to brewing the potion next to her, and she only mentioned, "Mr. Riddle, please feed her a few cups of potion over there."

Riddle looked over, and even the spoons were ready, so he came to the bed without any delay. Fortunately, he always fed her before, which can be regarded as a lot of exercise.

But it didn't go as smoothly as he expected, he couldn't swallow in a coma, and everything flowed down the corner of her lips, but he had no choice but to give up using a spoon, take a sip in his mouth, and then feed it to her.

He fed her little by little, and didn't stop until the cups were empty. Before Mrs. Patrick rushed away, he squeezed her cold little hands to warm her up, and stared at her pale face. , he couldn't help but think of the tragic scene when she asked him for help in the double-sided mirror a few days ago.

He looked down slowly, and asked suddenly, "Ma'am, is she really pregnant?"

Mrs. Patrick, who was stirring, gave a hand and almost missed the best time. Fortunately, she responded quickly and replied without hesitation, "Although I don't know where you heard it from, as a medical doctor , I tell you very clearly that Miss Qing is not pregnant, you should be more concerned about her life than doubting this!"

"Sorry, ma'am." Riddle apologized in a very sincere tone, but he still stared at her flat belly, and slowly stroked it up with one hand.

Mrs. Patrick doesn't seem to be telling lies, but at that time, she can't say these things suddenly, it can only be true.

The bottom of his eyes was gradually covered by haze. It seemed that his little girl and Mrs. Patrick were hiding it from him, but it seemed that this matter could only be mentioned after she recovered, so let's wait.

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