[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Sandra opened her eyes drowsily, and realized that something was wrong with her vision.

Why, feel yourself.

As if lost the lower half of the height? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"you're awake?"

Tim's voice came from above, and Sandra looked up in fright, and met Tim's eyes covered by the domino mask.

She was about to ask Tim what happened, and what came out of her mouth was a series of clear and sweet cries.

Sandra seemed to be stunned by the bird calls coming out of her mouth, but Tim couldn't recover for a long time. Tim even saw the long, thin, magnificent feathers spread out behind her head and behind her eyes. Terrified, the brush stood upright.And the circle of feathers covered with fine lines on the back of her head stands up like a delicate feather crown on her head, which looks very reminiscent...

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Sandra opened her mouth and let out another series of chirping birdsong, and then she was startled again, looking even more depressed and lowered her head, even the uplifted feathers drooped down, and the whole bird was wilted. Slumped on the soft cushion listlessly.

"Professor Dumbledore said that it is better for you to stay in Hogwarts, and I also think it is not suitable for you to go back now."

Tim said this to Sandra.

Sandra was stunned for a moment when she heard what Tim said, and instinctively wanted to nod her head in agreement, but she stretched her neck as if remembering something, and twittered a series of cries at Tim, because the speed of her speech was too fast. Come on, that string of cries even sounds like a ditty.

Tim was taken aback when he heard it, but Fox couldn't help responding as if he understood what Sandra wanted to express, tilting his head from time to time to listen carefully to Sandra's words.

Sandra looked a little anxious, stretched out her slender and soft neck like a heron, tilted her head to peck Tim's gloves, and tried to stand up with her body staggering.

"Calm down," Tim sharply noticed the wound that started to ooze blood because Sandra stood up emotionally, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Sandra's body to prevent her from struggling violently. It's bleeding. You mean...Du Ge and the others?"

Seeing that Sandra's eyes lit up, she loosened her beak and nodded again and again, Tim knew he had guessed right, hesitantly moved his palm to lightly rest on Sandra's head to press down those curly feathers, Soothing and rubbing: "We will help you handle your affairs."

Sandra nodded while obediently rubbing Tim's palm, always feeling that there was something wrong?

But since she was very comfortable being touched, Sandra didn't delve into this issue any more.

"I'll come back in two days. You stay here for the next two days. Professor Dumbledore will take care of you."

The palm slides down the slender and soft neck, and then strokes back and forth on the fluffy and soft back, as if comforting a restless cub.Although the stroking of the tough gloves on the back was not very comfortable, Sandra was successfully soothed, quietly curled up in the chair, motionless, tilting her head to look at Dumbledore behind the opposite table .

"I'll let our school doctor treat the wound for Miss Blue Bird," Dumbledore smiled gently at Sandra, and then said to Tim, "Madame Pomfrey is a very good doctor. "

"The blue bird will trouble you," Tim got up and said to Dumbledore. "I have something to go back to deal with on Titan—you stay here."

It seemed that Sandra could cause trouble even if she squatted on the cushion. Tim had no choice but to warn his new teammate with such a troublesome physique: "Don't cause trouble, don't make trouble, stay away from anything, in case you cause trouble again I won't wipe your ass for you if you get into any serious trouble."

He said so cruelly to Sandra.

Those round reddish-brown eyes widened suddenly, and the feathers on the back of his head stood up with a clatter.Sandra chirped and chirped angrily at Tim, seeming quite dissatisfied with Tim's description of her as a troublemaker.

Which time did she provoke trouble on her own initiative!She obviously wanted to help the old lady who crossed the road!

Tim just reached out and rubbed Sandra's head, then walked into the fireplace.

Fox flapped his wings and flew over, landed on the armrest of the chair, tilted his head and looked at Sandra, and spit out a series of soft moaning sounds from his throat.

But it's useless.Although Sandra has now turned into a bird, she still can't understand what Fox is saying. She can only look at Fox tilting his head in confusion, and then "chirp" in confusion.

Fox looked a little regretful.The beautiful, bright-colored phoenix, like a ball of fire, leaned over its head and gently rubbed against Sandra's head. The fiery but soft magic elements surrounded Sandra's side, making Sandra feel a little In the warm comfort like soaking in a hot spring, the whole bird couldn't help but relax, and slumped lazily on the cushion with its eyes closed, like a ball of hair that exploded.

"Looks like Fox likes you."

Dumbledore, who saw Tim off, bent his eyes and smiled when he saw the interaction between Fox and Sandra. He gently hugged Sandra with his dry but still steady hands, and patiently combed the azure hair on Sandra's back. of soft down feathers.

Sandra, who always felt that her IQ had degraded after she became a bird, curled up lazily in Dumbledore's arms, making a slightly relaxed "cuckoo" sound.The aroma of desserts and the deep and peaceful magic force field of the old man gently enveloped her, so serene that it almost made one drowsy.

She didn't notice that her wound was bleeding out all the time, but she felt that she was getting more and more sleepy.Dumbledore noticed the blood dripping down his palm, and his wise and gentle blue eyes covered by half-moon glasses were filled with worry and seriousness.Fox fell on his shoulder and cried softly, as if afraid of waking Sandra who was gradually falling asleep in his arms.

"I know, old chap."

Dumbledore calmed Fox gently, and then walked towards the school infirmary with Sandra in his arms.

"Dumbledore... my God, what's going on?"

Madam Pomfrey came out and saw some dried reddish-brown blood stains on Dumbledore's robe, and he was holding a cyan bird with fluffy feathers in his hand, it could be seen that the blood came from It dripped from the bird.

"This lady has a curse on her body. I accidentally touched her curse when I undid the curse. Now I can only trouble you to stop her bleeding."

Dumbledore passed Sandra in her hand, and Madam Pomfrey quickly reached out to Sandra, and saw the tangled feathers on her abdomen that were soaked in blood and coagulated.

"Poor child." Madam Pomfrey said pitifully, she put Sandra gently on the hospital bed and got busy.

By the time Sandra opened her eyes in a daze, it was almost noon the next day.

"Are you awake, little one?"

Since there is no one in the school infirmary at this time, Madam Pomfrey, who was seeing a doctor, immediately noticed Sandra's movements, came to the bed where she was lying and sat down, stretched out her hand and gently He stroked Sandra's head.

Sandra shrunk her neck slightly and narrowed her eyes. She looked docile and didn't dislike Madam Pomfrey's touch, and then lightly touched Madam Pomfrey's finger with her beak.

"You should be hungry by now. I'll ask the house elf to cook you something to eat."

The kind old woman caressed Sandra's soft and fluffy feathers, and lightly stroked the bird's bright yellow beak with her dry and rough fingertips, and said lovingly: "Poor child, it's still a young bird."

Sandra squinted her eyes and rubbed against Madam Pomfrey's fingers, and let out a soft "cuckoo" sound from her throat.

"Madame Pomfrey, Harry needs... Whoa!"

The little red-haired boy rushed in recklessly, and when he saw the overly gorgeous bird on the hospital bed, he let out a cry of surprise, and was glared reproachfully by the little girl who followed in.

"Ron, this is the school infirmary, keep quiet. Madam Pomfrey...ah!"

The little witch with fluffy, curly brown hair like a lion's blasted mane couldn't help but let out an exclamation when she saw Sandra's dreamlike and magnificent feathers, and almost let go of the glasses she was supporting. boy throwing to the ground.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, I think you had better not have done something dangerous to come to me."

The originally kind old woman tightened her face and said this to the three little lions sternly, and then she couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw Harry's obviously red and abnormal face, and her face quickly overflowed with tears. full of worries.

"Harry has a cold and seems to have a fever."

Hermione quickly helped Harry who was staggering, and said this to Madam Pomfrey.

"Poor child, may Merlin bless you."

Madam Pomfrey frowned and muttered while helping Harry to the nearest hospital bed, then found a bottle of refreshing medicine from the cabinet and poured it down for Harry.

This old lady who is proficient in medicine and pharmaceuticals produced immediate results, and the abnormal flush on Harry's face immediately subsided.Madam Pomfrey poured Harry a cup of hot water, and said to him kindly, "Drink some, it will make you feel better."

Although the fever subsided immediately, Harry was clearly still confused.He nodded and took a drink from the glass, completely oblivious to Sandra lying on the bed next to him.

Hermione has always been a studious child, so she is obviously very curious when facing new things.When she saw that Harry's fever was gradually getting better due to Madam Pomfrey's medicine, and seeing the beautiful big bird wrapped in gauze and crawling on another hospital bed, she couldn't help but look at Pomfre curiously. Madam Lei asked, "Madam Pomfrey, what kind of magical creature is this? I've never seen it in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"I don't know, I don't know much about magical creatures. It's just that this child was sent by Dumbledore. Dumbledore told me that someone cursed her, and her master asked him to help Undo her curse."

Mrs. Ray put the empty medicine in the sink and cleaned it while answering Hermione's question: "But because Dumbledore touched her curse yesterday, she was backlashed, and she left blood in the middle of the night until today. The bleeding just stopped in the morning, and the kid just woke up before you came."

Dumbledore did not tell Madam Pomfrey who Sandra was.Naturally, the less people know about the deal with Tim, the better.Now in this era where superheroes and supervillains coexist, wizards will have to usher in a change sooner or later, and he needs to consider for the wizarding world, and also needs to get in touch with that strange and brand new world.It's just that before that, he didn't want this matter to cause too much turmoil.

Justice League is obviously a good choice.

"That me... can I touch her?"

Ron's face was slightly flushed, and the freckles on his cheeks were accentuated by his flushed complexion.He subconsciously rubbed his palm on the magician's robe on his body and stared at Sandra, stuttered and asked Madam Pomfrey expectantly.

"You should ask this beautiful lady, Mr. Weasley," Madam Pomfrey has always been a gentle and patient person except when she was working, "but this lady has a pretty good temper. If she agrees, then maybe you can try touching her."

Sandra never expected to meet the protagonist trio under such circumstances. It can be seen that she is not looking for a job, but a job is coming to her. When you can talk, you must clarify this matter to the boss——she While thinking this way, he nodded tolerantly to Ron, indicating that he would allow him to stroke his feathers.

When faced with something that is too beautiful, no one can't help thinking about pity.Ron rubbed his palm on his old and ill-fitting wizard robe again, then stretched out his hand carefully, and gently landed on the crown-like feathers on Sandra's head.

The boy's movements were careful, and Sandra didn't feel much except a little tremor at the tips of the feathers.She could sense the tentative and excited magic power waves from the young boy, and at the same time, she graciously accommodated the magic power conveyed by the boy with her own magic waves, and responded gently.

The cool feathers gently scratched the palm of his hand. Seeing that Sandra didn't seem to be repelled, Ron boldly moved his palm down her slender neck, and finally put it on Sandra's back. On extra soft and fluffy feathers.

Ron was almost obsessed with the light and soft touch as if caught in a cloud.Although the slender, azure down feathers were haloed with magical luster, the overly soft touch and the bright yellow beak still revealed the fact that it was still a juvenile bird.And those still developing, covered with magic patterns, slender and magnificent last row of wing feathers and tail feathers, you can see how powerful this beautiful bird with magic patterns will become.

Ron's actions made Hermione feel a little itchy.The little girl observed Sandra's current behavior, and then asked her carefully and cautiously: "Can I touch your feathers, miss?"

Sandra, who was so lazy that she almost turned into a cake, nodded softly, and then enjoyed the feeling of being massaged and caressed from the beginning to the end by two pairs of immature hands.

Finally, I can feel the feeling of those cats in the pet shop who are turned into cat cakes by her!

Really cool!