witch mary bennet

Mrs. Haijie gave Sophie a large dose of antidote. Dean McNabbs stood by and watched, and suddenly turned to ask Mary, "Miss Bennet, is Miss Windermere really experimenting?" Medicine?"

"I think so, Professor," said Mary earnestly. "Last night I heard she had a new spirit-boosting potion."

This was the best way Mary could think of to cover up the truth. Fortunately, Dean McNabbs seemed to really believe it. She curled her lips, "I thought she was talented in this area."

"Then please contact Miss Windermere's family as soon as possible," she continued to order, "I think they will definitely ask you."

Mary immediately agreed, and she went to Mrs. Haijieya's office to borrow a pen and paper, and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall.

It was already 01:30, and Mary hadn't forgotten about the recruitment at St. Mungo's Hospital, but she dared not refuse Dean McNabbs' request, lest she find out that she was lying.

Mary quickly wrote Vincent a text message. On the way to the owl tower, she had been trying to use various cleaning spells to get rid of the pungent smell stuck to her clothes.

Phoenician is in the Owl Tower, "Send the letter to Vincent Windermere, be quick," said Mary to it, "and if he is not at Stillwater, you will take the letter to Mr Windermere or to him Mrs."

Phoenician flew away immediately, and Mary didn't hesitate, and hurried to the classroom where she was interviewed at St. Mungo's Hospital, but she was naturally stopped outside the door.

The staff member wearing the badge of St. Mungo said with a straight face, "Miss, we don't recruit people who don't have a sense of time."

"I'm sorry," Mary tried her best to explain, "My roommate fell ill suddenly, and I was delayed by taking her to the school hospital just now."

The staff member's face softened a little, but he still shook his head stiffly, "I'm sorry, miss, but we can't make an exception for you alone."

He backed away quickly, and Mary stared at the closed door for a moment before walking away slowly.

She really wanted to cry. Originally, she was full of confidence in St. Mungo's recruitment, but now, all her confidence was ruined by such a terrible thing.

Sophie was Mary's good friend, even if she did do the stupidest thing, she couldn't resent her, so Mary's anger was naturally transferred to the Potions professor.

She had never been to Professor Esolen's office, but Sophie had said that it was on the sunny side of the sixth floor. Mary felt that her footsteps were very loud in the empty corridor, but in fact, she didn't Did not consider how to blame the professor's behavior.

The house-elf of Professor Ethelon opened the door. He only opened the door a crack and said in a high-pitched voice, "The professor is not here."

But Mary had already smelled some kind of rich chocolate, so she replied without thinking, "Go and tell the professor, if he doesn't show up, Miss Sophie Windermere will die."

The house-elf must have known Sophie too. He hesitated, and then closed the door, only to open it again after a short while.

"Oh, it's Miss Bennet." Professor Ethelon stood up from an armchair in front of the window. "I think Miss Windermere is all right?"

"That's just your opinion, Professor," Mary took out the note in her pocket and handed it over. "I just sent Sophie to the school hospital. Her parents should be here soon."

Professor Esolen's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he seemed to be so frightened that he didn't even answer the note.

"What's going on?" His voice was also trembling.

"I want to know what's going on, too, Professor," Mary tried to make her voice icy, "but this is the only note I've seen."

Professor Esolen just took the note, and Mary seemed to mutter "Thank you."

"What did she drink?" His voice had changed.

"I thought you knew what kind of potion it was," Mary replied slowly.

She could see the note trembling in the hands of Professor Esolen, and then his body, as if losing all support at once, fell slowly and quickly into the armchair, and the note fell into the armchair. to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands.

Maybe this is the professor's pain, but Mary didn't need his reaction at all. She turned her head and saw the house elf standing far away, so she beckoned to him, "Please pick up that note." Here it is, and I'll show it to Miss Windermere's parents."

The house elf didn't move, and Mary was a little annoyed, but Professor Ethelon seemed to have shaken off the initial pain. He put his hands down, then lowered his head, picked up the note, stood up and handed it to Mary. .

"Miss Bennet, thank you for telling me all this," he said. "I'll go and see Sophie."

"Professor, why are you going to see Sophie?" Mary took the note, packed it up, and looked at Professor Esolen calmly, "If it's just because one of your students made a mistake by mistake and stupidly Then, Mrs. Hai Jieya said that she has given Sophie a sufficient amount of antidote, and as long as she continues to recuperate, she will be able to recover."

Professor Esolen's expression was blank, as if he couldn't understand what Mary was saying.

Mary sighed, as if she were the teacher facing students who didn't understand the lesson. "Professor Ethelon," she said, "I told Dean McNabbs just now that Sophie concocted a new potion of invigorating spirits last night."

"Oh, that's good," said Professor Esolen, as if greatly relieved, and sat back in his armchair.

After a short silence, Mary realized that even if Sophie was really dead, Professor Essolen could not be considered a murderer, and now, since she didn't have any valid evidence, she couldn't completely blame Sophie's misfortune on Essolen Professor, she really wanted to mention that she missed the recruitment of St. Mungo's Hospital, but now she already wanted to get an answer from the professor, nothing more than "sorry" and "regret", which didn't help the matter at all.

"Professor, I think I have fulfilled my obligation to inform," Mary said slowly, "so I will take a step first. I think Mr. and Mrs. Windermere should also rush to the school hospital. They must want to know more than you What the hell happened."

Professor Esolen sat there motionless, like a sculpture.Mary turned around, and the house elf had tiptoed to open the door for her.

Mary didn't want to go to the school hospital. Relatively speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Windermere must be more difficult to deal with than Professor Esolen, and she didn't even know how to face them.Driven by this thought, she almost involuntarily returned to Gryffindor Tower, and as soon as she entered the common room, she saw Anne Palmer and several seventh-grade students standing by the fireplace talking.

"How's Sophie?" asked Miss Palmer aloud.

"It's not too bad," Mary tried to soften her voice a little. "I told her not to use her own body to experiment with potions, but she said that's what all wizards who are good at potions must do."

"Is Sophie experimenting with a new medicine?" asked another lady.

"Oh, of course," Mary even smiled, "she got a new one last night."

At the time of speaking, she had already reached the stairs of the girls' dormitory, so she simply waved to them and turned to enter her own dormitory.

Sure enough, the house elf had cleaned up everything. The window was opened a crack, and the air in the room was extremely fresh. Mary took a few deep breaths, found her water glass, and sat in front of the window, gulping down water.

Missed the recruitment at St. Mungo's, was she really going to be a governess somewhere?Marriage may be regarded as a life-saving straw, but since there has been no news from Phipbos Knight for a long time, maybe she can no longer give her hope... Such bad thoughts came to her mind one by one , she put them all to the back of her mind again, to see the Windermeres first, lest Mrs. Windermere would complain that she hadn't informed them of Sophie's strangeness sooner.

When Mary returned to the hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Windermere, as well as Vincent, had already arrived. Sophie still hadn't woken up. Mrs. Windermere was sitting at the foot of Sophie's bed, as if she had just cried.

Mary stood at the door of the ward, unable to move. Mr. Windermere was the first to see her. He nodded to her, turned and whispered something to his wife, and came over.

"Let's go outside and talk," he lowered his voice, as if afraid of waking up the only patient in the ward.

"Thank you, Mary, for sending the owl to us," he said, as soon as he was outside, "we just saw Dean McNabbs, and she told the whole story, and our whole family thanked you from the bottom of my heart." You saved Sophie's life."

"Don't say that, Mr. Windermere," said Mary, bowing her head. She felt that she did not deserve their thanks, and that no thanks would ever redeem the chance she had lost today.

"Mrs. Haijie also said that your emetic spell is very timely and effective," Mr. Windermere said again. "Mary, we are very glad that Sophie has such an excellent roommate as you."

Mary's hands were in her pockets, feeling the note, wondering if she should get it out now.

Mr. Windermere also paused, as if waiting for something, and then he asked, "Mary, is Sophie really just experimenting with the potion she made herself?"

This question is actually easy to answer, because Mary doesn't know the answer either.However, Mr. Windermere continued, "I know my daughter well. Sophie has been fond of Potions for a long time. She won't make such a mistake."

Mary took out the note, opened it, and handed it to Mr. Windermere.

"I found it on Sophie's bedside table," she said, "under the potion bottle."

"Professor Esolen?" Mr. Windermere's voice changed a bit, "Rug Mac Esolen? He's at Hogwarts?"

"Professor Ethelon has been the professor of Potions this semester," Mary replied cautiously.

"Mary, what do you know?" Mr. Windermere turned livid, "please tell me everything you know."