[HP] Raven
Chapter 8, Episode 08
Episode 08
By the time Alex Everly was in her fourth grade, she had spoken three words to Nina Raymond, the maid of Hufflepuff. The first time was when she was called by McGonagall before the sorting ceremony began. Accidentally touched the other person's elbow and said "sorry". Once in the corridor at the end of the final exam of the first grade, the other person stepped on her shoes and apologized. She replied "It's okay", and another time was in In the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin in the second grade, Greengrass was absent from the cheerleading team because of stomach flu. She was taken by Goyle to make up for it. "Pass", silently passing by twice.Taken together, conversations with substance equal zero.
But she admitted that she had a little too much attention for Miss Raymond, for reasons she knew well.
"Did you notice—" Louise Goyle said to Alex at the dinner table, "that Raymond of Hufflepuff isn't coming to class."
"What's wrong with her?" Hearing this name, she rarely cared as much as she pretended to.
"It's said to be due to the rash, and Mudbloods seem to be prone to this strange disease," Louise Gower said as she stuffed a piece of pumpkin cream cake the size of a brick into her mouth. It's not that pretty."
"No. She's always been good-looking." Alex murmured to herself, staring blankly at the semicircular apricots on the plate, so yellow that it reminded her of a Hufflepuff scarf.
She put down the knife and fork.The heart shrank into a ball.
"What are you talking about?" Louise Goyle's mouth was full of cream, and she settled the cake three times and then switched to the steak and mashed potatoes covered with thick meat sauce, her face was flushed.
"It's nothing." Alex folded the napkin and put it on the table. "Excuse me, I should go to the library."
She has actually heard about infectious diseases. I don’t know when people in the school started to get rashes, accompanied by high fever. So far, they seem to be very common infectious diseases. The only thing that makes the problem more troublesome is now Madam Pomfrey has not yet recovered, and Principal Dumbledore can only temporarily keep the sick students in the isolation ward of the school's medical wing. Presumably everything will be on the right track in the future.
Although the infectious disease is spreading in Hogwarts, the library is full of people, the herbal science quiz is imminent, and there will be a mid-term paper on the history of magic. Taken to heart by everyone.
Alex successfully locked the position of Lily-Evans, her "Slytherin Shadow" Snape did not appear at the same frequency, Alex was surprised for a second, walked over, and took his book and notebook across from her. "I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."
Lily made a playful face. "The situation is compelling."
Alex thought for a moment. "Methods of collecting pus from poisonous tentacles, bouncing bulbs, and babo tubers and their effects."
"This is the part you think is important?" Lily looked up at her.
"Bet a silver Sickle, and this is the test." Alex pointed to the dark green cover of the textbook with the tip of the quill.
Lily frowned, as if hearing something childish and funny. "I thought you wouldn't bet, it sounds like something Potter and Black would do."
"Indeed," Alex grinned, "it's not interesting to win every time. I don't like doing it after the first grade."
Lily turned a page and copied important passages into her notebook. "Good luck doesn't come every time, Alex, why don't you review with me."
"I attribute my victory to excellent anticipation."
Lily sighed softly, as if messing around with a child. "Well then, if you're right, I'll give you a Sickle. But I think I'll read it all anyway...and sincerely recommend that you do the same."
Alex hummed noncommittally, spread out the parchment and began to write a dissertation on the history of magic directly, "Talking about the characteristics, changing direction and historical significance of wizard thinking in the Middle Ages".
She hadn't written a few lines before Potter appeared in a hurry.Merlin's beard, Alex thought Potter was unlikely to come to the library.
"Are you here to review too?" She watched as Potter took a thin notebook and directly took the seat next to Lily.
Lily lowered her head dramatically to read, the library was a public space, and she couldn't stop Potter from sitting next to her.
"Why not? The midterms are coming." That said, Potter didn't look worried at all.
Maybe it's the lackluster life of late that's making Alex a bit bored, she asks. "Would you like a bet, Potter?"
This was clearly more exciting for Potter than reviewing. "Okay, what's the bet?"
Lily kicked her lightly under the table. "Alex Everley, enough is enough!"
Alex turned a deaf ear to her, and continued: "The content of the quiz on herbalism, if Sprout teaches the collection method and function of the poisonous tentacles, jumping bulbs and Babo tuber pus, give me a silver Sickle, Instead, I'll give you and Lily a Sickle each."
"Why not just gamble a bit bigger?" Potter suggested enthusiastically.
"The amount is not the key, the key is participation." Alex tried to refute.
"To be honest, I advise you to be quiet..." Lily covered her face and said.
"I thought we weren't too loud...Also, Everly, it's not about the quota. It's too boring to bet on silver." Potter didn't even notice that everyone around him was already looking at him, "So, if You won the bet, I will find a way to take you to Hogsmeade the weekend after the quiz is over."
Alex's heart was moved, she had always wanted to go to Hogsmeade.
Potter seemed to have staged an excellent plan in his mind, unswervingly guaranteeing the ticket. "You have to know that there are many ways, as long as you are willing to participate."
"Potter! It's you again! And you!"
Before Potter could put together the whole plan at the desk, Mrs. Pince kicked them all out angrily.Potter scratched his head in embarrassment and complained in a low voice about the inhumanity of the library tyrant. Lily gave him an annoyed look and was called away by other Gryffindor students passing by on the way.James Potter followed, not forgetting to turn his head and make a "definite" gesture to Alex.
It was on the way back to the cellar that Alex found what appeared to be a first-year Slytherin sitting in a corner, clutching his knees, and two more physically fit boys were standing in front of her, saying something nasty.This kind of campus bullying is not uncommon in the Snake Academy. If the bloodline is destined to be unchangeable, fighting and dodging abilities can only improve part of it.
She hugged the book and shrank into a corner where the light couldn't shine, watching the shadows of the two bully boys cast on the wall, so huge that they seemed to be able to swallow everything in their stomachs.She didn't want to get into trouble, but frowned, thinking of her dark first grade, and admitting that much of the trouble she'd been through as an 11-year-old could have been avoided—if only she had been given a little help.
"Professor Slughorn?" She exaggeratedly amplified her voice. "I was wondering when you'd have time to give me some pointers on my thesis."
The two huge shadows stood still for a second and then fled in a hurry. Alex stood there and waited for a minute, then quietly walked up the spiral staircase in the other direction with the book in his arms.According to the route, she should return from the cellar to the first floor, and then go around to the cellar from another staircase behind the activity room.
It was then that she heard the howling of some animal again.Wolves, really wolves.She came to a conclusion in her heart.If the howling of wolves was surprising enough, the appearance of Sirius Black was even more surprising.He ran out in a hurry, as if to catch a train that was about to leave, so fast that Alex felt that he was hallucinating, and didn't realize that she was still there on the first floor-she looked at her watch , just as the curfew started, in order not to be discovered by Filch, she gave up and went out to have a look.
What is he going to do?She was puzzled and couldn't think of the reason, and finally returned to the cellar alone with the book in her arms.
In the dormitory, Louise Goyle had already changed into her pajamas, some kind of expensive-looking fuchsia strappy nightgown. "Where have you been, Everly?"
"Library." Alex took the items and prepared to wash.
"Again?" Louise Goyle stuffed honey biscuits into her mouth.
Greengrass sat by the bed brushing her precious blond hair. "There is an infectious disease recently, Everly, you'd better not go to the library."
"Why?" Alex glanced at her. Since Greengrass informed Professor Slughorn last time, their relationship has fallen into a long ice age. This is probably the first time since then say.
"That's a public place." Greengrass rubbed some sweet-smelling hair conditioner into his hair.
But the whole school is public, as if the cellar were a safe.Alex retorted in her heart, echoed a few words on the surface calmly, and rushed to the bathroom.
When she came back from the shower, she remembered that the thesis assigned in Professor McGonagall's class was still short of an end, and when she was about to finish it with wet hair, she opened the transfiguration notebook by the way.
Only then did Alex realize that something was wrong with his notebook.The previous page was full of Animagus specifications, and the next page was filled with a secret recipe for potion written by someone who did not specify what kind of potion it was, and she was sure that this recipe had never appeared in the textbook Or other extracurricular books recommended by Professor Slughorn.
She figured out what magical potion prescription was written in that crooked handwriting.
"A whole bottle of ageing potion, half an ounce of dehydrated Lycoris, a horned eyeball, a sunflower plant, a drop of whip snake venom, half a liter of absinthe juice, and two ounces of mermaid fat."
Emphasis falls on the last item.Mermaid fat.She drew a line under the material with her quill.If Lycoris, Horned Carved Eyeballs, and Sunshine Orchid can be counted as relatively common materials, the difficulty of obtaining oil for mermaids is not at the same level at all—the hunting season for mermaids is from November to January every year, and mermaids Only in a few ports in Northern Europe.In other words, all mermaid products distributed in the UK are imported, and the price is not cheap. More importantly, most of the products are mermaid tears or scales, and mermaid oil is not common.
Where will this recipe come from?She closed the notebook and lay down on the table in a daze.Not to mention writing down the potion in her Transfiguration Notebook.
No one will touch her school supplies.Louise Gower can't read at all, her ability to understand homework is stuck in the first half of first grade, Greenglass doesn't bother to watch, she doesn't come to school to study, if Alex has a can A face cream with rosy white skin, Greengrass probably wants to get it even if he dies, and the notebook is completely impossible to appear in her wish list.
She couldn't figure it out, because of the obsessive-compulsive disorder that "each notebook can only record one subject", she originally wanted to tear up that page, but in the end curiosity made her keep this page.
Maybe that's a great potion.she thinks.
The activities of the Charms Club went on as usual. Although everyone seemed to be talking about infectious diseases, the final result was to raise their wands and cast a disinfection spell on the other party—anyway, I don’t know what caused the disease. That's right.Edmund Pike's mantra these days is "Are you sanitized?"More than half of the Charms Club are friends with Edmund Pike, who himself is known for his obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness.Every time Alex stepped into the activity room of the Charms Club, she would see a group of high-cold students in blue scarves spraying disinfectant steam on each other.
I only knew that germs can be contagious, but so can nervousness.She carefully walked around the corner to prevent herself from being sprayed all over her head and face with disinfectant steam.Among the results of over-disinfection, hair loss is obvious. Who knows if there will be sores on the face after being stained, it sounds disgusting.
"Just wait for Madam Pomfrey to come back," Helen-Claude dismissed seeing the friends in the same hospital eager to soak themselves in disinfectant, "There is nothing to worry about, why don't you write about yourself when you have this spare time?" His History of Magic Essay."
Alex looked at the topic of the thesis in front of her: "A Brief Discussion on the Causes of the Leprechaun in Poland from the Architectural Structure of the Prague Castle Ruins", and then glanced at Helen Claude who was plunged into the pile of history books, Can't help shrinking his neck.Looking at Helen's appearance like this, it is not surprising that she can really double the eight-foot thesis into sixteen feet.
Edmund Pike showed up just in time. "Helen, I thought you came to the Charms Club to participate in an event!"
Helen-Claude made a grimace, put away the quill and notebook as a gesture, Edmund Pike stopped her, pointed at Helen's quill and notebook with a magic wand, plausibly began to sterilize with a magic spell, sterilize Steam trickled from the top of the spell like a billowing white billow.
Merlin's beard!Alex frowned at the sudden pungent smell, and she thought sarcastically that Edmund Pike probably had to recite the sanitizing spell ten thousand times a day, otherwise he would have trouble sleeping and eating.
"You can't let me go! Believe it or not, I'll tell your sister when I get back to the dormitory." Helen Claude looked like she was on the verge of collapse.
Edmund Pike is plausible. "This is disinfection! I'm afraid you want to catch an infectious disease and be quarantined in the medical wing. It's only Tuesday this week, and yet another person has been added."
"Another one?" Alex did the math, and there were already seven.
"Yes, the new addition is a Slytherin, a first-year freshman." Edmund Pike nervously aimed his wand at the desk and chair that Alex had sat on before, "Although the disinfection spell is very Annoying, but better than getting sick."
"I don't think this is useful." Helen-Claude muttered in a low voice.
Alex quietly seconded in her heart.
The author has something to say: there is still a lot of content behind, sigh
This story is really difficult to write.
Tell everyone very bluntly that I need encouragement to comment (.
By the time Alex Everly was in her fourth grade, she had spoken three words to Nina Raymond, the maid of Hufflepuff. The first time was when she was called by McGonagall before the sorting ceremony began. Accidentally touched the other person's elbow and said "sorry". Once in the corridor at the end of the final exam of the first grade, the other person stepped on her shoes and apologized. She replied "It's okay", and another time was in In the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin in the second grade, Greengrass was absent from the cheerleading team because of stomach flu. She was taken by Goyle to make up for it. "Pass", silently passing by twice.Taken together, conversations with substance equal zero.
But she admitted that she had a little too much attention for Miss Raymond, for reasons she knew well.
"Did you notice—" Louise Goyle said to Alex at the dinner table, "that Raymond of Hufflepuff isn't coming to class."
"What's wrong with her?" Hearing this name, she rarely cared as much as she pretended to.
"It's said to be due to the rash, and Mudbloods seem to be prone to this strange disease," Louise Gower said as she stuffed a piece of pumpkin cream cake the size of a brick into her mouth. It's not that pretty."
"No. She's always been good-looking." Alex murmured to herself, staring blankly at the semicircular apricots on the plate, so yellow that it reminded her of a Hufflepuff scarf.
She put down the knife and fork.The heart shrank into a ball.
"What are you talking about?" Louise Goyle's mouth was full of cream, and she settled the cake three times and then switched to the steak and mashed potatoes covered with thick meat sauce, her face was flushed.
"It's nothing." Alex folded the napkin and put it on the table. "Excuse me, I should go to the library."
She has actually heard about infectious diseases. I don’t know when people in the school started to get rashes, accompanied by high fever. So far, they seem to be very common infectious diseases. The only thing that makes the problem more troublesome is now Madam Pomfrey has not yet recovered, and Principal Dumbledore can only temporarily keep the sick students in the isolation ward of the school's medical wing. Presumably everything will be on the right track in the future.
Although the infectious disease is spreading in Hogwarts, the library is full of people, the herbal science quiz is imminent, and there will be a mid-term paper on the history of magic. Taken to heart by everyone.
Alex successfully locked the position of Lily-Evans, her "Slytherin Shadow" Snape did not appear at the same frequency, Alex was surprised for a second, walked over, and took his book and notebook across from her. "I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."
Lily made a playful face. "The situation is compelling."
Alex thought for a moment. "Methods of collecting pus from poisonous tentacles, bouncing bulbs, and babo tubers and their effects."
"This is the part you think is important?" Lily looked up at her.
"Bet a silver Sickle, and this is the test." Alex pointed to the dark green cover of the textbook with the tip of the quill.
Lily frowned, as if hearing something childish and funny. "I thought you wouldn't bet, it sounds like something Potter and Black would do."
"Indeed," Alex grinned, "it's not interesting to win every time. I don't like doing it after the first grade."
Lily turned a page and copied important passages into her notebook. "Good luck doesn't come every time, Alex, why don't you review with me."
"I attribute my victory to excellent anticipation."
Lily sighed softly, as if messing around with a child. "Well then, if you're right, I'll give you a Sickle. But I think I'll read it all anyway...and sincerely recommend that you do the same."
Alex hummed noncommittally, spread out the parchment and began to write a dissertation on the history of magic directly, "Talking about the characteristics, changing direction and historical significance of wizard thinking in the Middle Ages".
She hadn't written a few lines before Potter appeared in a hurry.Merlin's beard, Alex thought Potter was unlikely to come to the library.
"Are you here to review too?" She watched as Potter took a thin notebook and directly took the seat next to Lily.
Lily lowered her head dramatically to read, the library was a public space, and she couldn't stop Potter from sitting next to her.
"Why not? The midterms are coming." That said, Potter didn't look worried at all.
Maybe it's the lackluster life of late that's making Alex a bit bored, she asks. "Would you like a bet, Potter?"
This was clearly more exciting for Potter than reviewing. "Okay, what's the bet?"
Lily kicked her lightly under the table. "Alex Everley, enough is enough!"
Alex turned a deaf ear to her, and continued: "The content of the quiz on herbalism, if Sprout teaches the collection method and function of the poisonous tentacles, jumping bulbs and Babo tuber pus, give me a silver Sickle, Instead, I'll give you and Lily a Sickle each."
"Why not just gamble a bit bigger?" Potter suggested enthusiastically.
"The amount is not the key, the key is participation." Alex tried to refute.
"To be honest, I advise you to be quiet..." Lily covered her face and said.
"I thought we weren't too loud...Also, Everly, it's not about the quota. It's too boring to bet on silver." Potter didn't even notice that everyone around him was already looking at him, "So, if You won the bet, I will find a way to take you to Hogsmeade the weekend after the quiz is over."
Alex's heart was moved, she had always wanted to go to Hogsmeade.
Potter seemed to have staged an excellent plan in his mind, unswervingly guaranteeing the ticket. "You have to know that there are many ways, as long as you are willing to participate."
"Potter! It's you again! And you!"
Before Potter could put together the whole plan at the desk, Mrs. Pince kicked them all out angrily.Potter scratched his head in embarrassment and complained in a low voice about the inhumanity of the library tyrant. Lily gave him an annoyed look and was called away by other Gryffindor students passing by on the way.James Potter followed, not forgetting to turn his head and make a "definite" gesture to Alex.
It was on the way back to the cellar that Alex found what appeared to be a first-year Slytherin sitting in a corner, clutching his knees, and two more physically fit boys were standing in front of her, saying something nasty.This kind of campus bullying is not uncommon in the Snake Academy. If the bloodline is destined to be unchangeable, fighting and dodging abilities can only improve part of it.
She hugged the book and shrank into a corner where the light couldn't shine, watching the shadows of the two bully boys cast on the wall, so huge that they seemed to be able to swallow everything in their stomachs.She didn't want to get into trouble, but frowned, thinking of her dark first grade, and admitting that much of the trouble she'd been through as an 11-year-old could have been avoided—if only she had been given a little help.
"Professor Slughorn?" She exaggeratedly amplified her voice. "I was wondering when you'd have time to give me some pointers on my thesis."
The two huge shadows stood still for a second and then fled in a hurry. Alex stood there and waited for a minute, then quietly walked up the spiral staircase in the other direction with the book in his arms.According to the route, she should return from the cellar to the first floor, and then go around to the cellar from another staircase behind the activity room.
It was then that she heard the howling of some animal again.Wolves, really wolves.She came to a conclusion in her heart.If the howling of wolves was surprising enough, the appearance of Sirius Black was even more surprising.He ran out in a hurry, as if to catch a train that was about to leave, so fast that Alex felt that he was hallucinating, and didn't realize that she was still there on the first floor-she looked at her watch , just as the curfew started, in order not to be discovered by Filch, she gave up and went out to have a look.
What is he going to do?She was puzzled and couldn't think of the reason, and finally returned to the cellar alone with the book in her arms.
In the dormitory, Louise Goyle had already changed into her pajamas, some kind of expensive-looking fuchsia strappy nightgown. "Where have you been, Everly?"
"Library." Alex took the items and prepared to wash.
"Again?" Louise Goyle stuffed honey biscuits into her mouth.
Greengrass sat by the bed brushing her precious blond hair. "There is an infectious disease recently, Everly, you'd better not go to the library."
"Why?" Alex glanced at her. Since Greengrass informed Professor Slughorn last time, their relationship has fallen into a long ice age. This is probably the first time since then say.
"That's a public place." Greengrass rubbed some sweet-smelling hair conditioner into his hair.
But the whole school is public, as if the cellar were a safe.Alex retorted in her heart, echoed a few words on the surface calmly, and rushed to the bathroom.
When she came back from the shower, she remembered that the thesis assigned in Professor McGonagall's class was still short of an end, and when she was about to finish it with wet hair, she opened the transfiguration notebook by the way.
Only then did Alex realize that something was wrong with his notebook.The previous page was full of Animagus specifications, and the next page was filled with a secret recipe for potion written by someone who did not specify what kind of potion it was, and she was sure that this recipe had never appeared in the textbook Or other extracurricular books recommended by Professor Slughorn.
She figured out what magical potion prescription was written in that crooked handwriting.
"A whole bottle of ageing potion, half an ounce of dehydrated Lycoris, a horned eyeball, a sunflower plant, a drop of whip snake venom, half a liter of absinthe juice, and two ounces of mermaid fat."
Emphasis falls on the last item.Mermaid fat.She drew a line under the material with her quill.If Lycoris, Horned Carved Eyeballs, and Sunshine Orchid can be counted as relatively common materials, the difficulty of obtaining oil for mermaids is not at the same level at all—the hunting season for mermaids is from November to January every year, and mermaids Only in a few ports in Northern Europe.In other words, all mermaid products distributed in the UK are imported, and the price is not cheap. More importantly, most of the products are mermaid tears or scales, and mermaid oil is not common.
Where will this recipe come from?She closed the notebook and lay down on the table in a daze.Not to mention writing down the potion in her Transfiguration Notebook.
No one will touch her school supplies.Louise Gower can't read at all, her ability to understand homework is stuck in the first half of first grade, Greenglass doesn't bother to watch, she doesn't come to school to study, if Alex has a can A face cream with rosy white skin, Greengrass probably wants to get it even if he dies, and the notebook is completely impossible to appear in her wish list.
She couldn't figure it out, because of the obsessive-compulsive disorder that "each notebook can only record one subject", she originally wanted to tear up that page, but in the end curiosity made her keep this page.
Maybe that's a great potion.she thinks.
The activities of the Charms Club went on as usual. Although everyone seemed to be talking about infectious diseases, the final result was to raise their wands and cast a disinfection spell on the other party—anyway, I don’t know what caused the disease. That's right.Edmund Pike's mantra these days is "Are you sanitized?"More than half of the Charms Club are friends with Edmund Pike, who himself is known for his obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness.Every time Alex stepped into the activity room of the Charms Club, she would see a group of high-cold students in blue scarves spraying disinfectant steam on each other.
I only knew that germs can be contagious, but so can nervousness.She carefully walked around the corner to prevent herself from being sprayed all over her head and face with disinfectant steam.Among the results of over-disinfection, hair loss is obvious. Who knows if there will be sores on the face after being stained, it sounds disgusting.
"Just wait for Madam Pomfrey to come back," Helen-Claude dismissed seeing the friends in the same hospital eager to soak themselves in disinfectant, "There is nothing to worry about, why don't you write about yourself when you have this spare time?" His History of Magic Essay."
Alex looked at the topic of the thesis in front of her: "A Brief Discussion on the Causes of the Leprechaun in Poland from the Architectural Structure of the Prague Castle Ruins", and then glanced at Helen Claude who was plunged into the pile of history books, Can't help shrinking his neck.Looking at Helen's appearance like this, it is not surprising that she can really double the eight-foot thesis into sixteen feet.
Edmund Pike showed up just in time. "Helen, I thought you came to the Charms Club to participate in an event!"
Helen-Claude made a grimace, put away the quill and notebook as a gesture, Edmund Pike stopped her, pointed at Helen's quill and notebook with a magic wand, plausibly began to sterilize with a magic spell, sterilize Steam trickled from the top of the spell like a billowing white billow.
Merlin's beard!Alex frowned at the sudden pungent smell, and she thought sarcastically that Edmund Pike probably had to recite the sanitizing spell ten thousand times a day, otherwise he would have trouble sleeping and eating.
"You can't let me go! Believe it or not, I'll tell your sister when I get back to the dormitory." Helen Claude looked like she was on the verge of collapse.
Edmund Pike is plausible. "This is disinfection! I'm afraid you want to catch an infectious disease and be quarantined in the medical wing. It's only Tuesday this week, and yet another person has been added."
"Another one?" Alex did the math, and there were already seven.
"Yes, the new addition is a Slytherin, a first-year freshman." Edmund Pike nervously aimed his wand at the desk and chair that Alex had sat on before, "Although the disinfection spell is very Annoying, but better than getting sick."
"I don't think this is useful." Helen-Claude muttered in a low voice.
Alex quietly seconded in her heart.
The author has something to say: there is still a lot of content behind, sigh
This story is really difficult to write.
Tell everyone very bluntly that I need encouragement to comment (.
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