[HP Tomb Raiders Notes] Zhaoming

"Professor, you called me?" A young girl in a black student robe asked from the door.She stepped on the ground carefully so as not to touch the manuscript paper covered on it.

The middle-aged man in the office was kneeling on one knee and looking at the paper in his hand. When he heard someone coming, he put down the paper in his hand, looked up at the girl and smiled softly: "Come, let me show you something." .” He picked up a document from the side and handed it to the girl, who took it in doubt and flipped through it, and then let out a cry of surprise.

"Professor! Is this true?! The headquarters is going to recruit Aurors among fresh graduates? The time is at the end of May—then I have to prepare well." The girl said something in a row, and when she looked up He found that the other party was staring at him gently, his eyes were full of smiles.

She couldn't help being a little shy, but more excited.Suddenly the girl thought of something, and she seemed a little hesitant: "However, didn't you always recommend me to stay in school? You said that the salary of a teaching assistant is second only to that of a formal lecturer, and there are other exchange programs and study activities abroad every year." She was careful Pay attention to each other's expressions.

The professor smiled, and the corners of his mouth softened: "But Auror is what you dream of after all. It's really rare to have something you like and stick to it. And you have worked so hard to become an Auror, Including the elective history of magic that gives you the most headaches, I can see all of these."

The young witch blushed even more. It was probably the first time she heard the other party commenting on herself so directly, and she was a little caught off guard.In my impression, the professor has always been gentle and gentle, and patiently answered her own curious questions one by one. Sometimes she clearly felt that the professor treated herself differently from other students—or to be more precise—others.These differences are reflected in many aspects. Professors generally do not set aside time to give after-school tutoring to certain students, do not exchange gifts at Christmas, do not invite anyone to the summer assembly, and do not turn away in their busy schedules. Important meetings just to be there for the recently bereaved student.

But the professor did all these incredible things for her.

This person in front of her is not only her professor, but also an important mentor in her study career, and now, she feels that some things are going out of her control.

Things that I never dare to think about.

The girl coughed lightly in embarrassment, noticing that the professor's eyes had shifted to the manuscript papers on the floor, she sat on the ground with bent legs, and picked up one of the papers full of runes: "Huh? Professor, are you here?" Are you researching any new topics?"

The professor carefully gathered the scattered papers on the ground one by one in order.

"No, I accidentally scattered the pages before, and you just sorted them out before you came." He curled his lips, seemingly smiling helplessly, "It seems that I am really old, and I will make this kind of mistake too. , I have to think carefully about my retirement arrangements."

After finishing speaking, he stroked the hair on the sideburns with some melancholy, and the girl noticed that it had begun to turn slightly white.

An unprecedented sourness flooded the young girl's heart.

"It's not like that," she couldn't help but said, with inexplicable distress in her voice, "I don't think the professor looks old at all. Don't you know that you are actually very popular in school? And there are Many girls have been secretly liking you too!"

The professor was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Oh? Is it true? I don't usually see it, but," he raised his brows teasingly, "I have to restrain my words and deeds, otherwise the principal will say Maybe I will be expelled on the grounds that I am not doing my job properly. After all, it is not very good to fall in love with my students when I am in school."

The girl was also surprised that the professor would make such remarks. She was stunned, and then cautiously approached: "Does that mean that graduated students are fine?"

The smile on the professor's face suddenly seemed to freeze. He pondered for a moment, and there was a deep meaning in the girl's eyes.

"Why, does the little girl have a suitable senior to introduce me to this old man?"

"It's been said that you are not old, the professor really is." The girl came back to her senses and said complainingly.

"Okay, stop making trouble." He put the arranged books on the table, then bent down and stretched out an arm towards the girl, "Get up, it's cold on the ground, it's almost the summer solstice, so don't catch a cold at this juncture. "

She gently pulled the other's strong arm to stand up, and when she raised her head, she bumped into a pair of warm eyes, as if she was looking at some rare treasure.

That strange sense of familiarity surged into my heart again.

Jiang Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and the light reflected in the room through the window, it seemed that it was getting late.It’s been a long time since I dreamed about the things that happened when I was studying, and the professor in my memory actually felt a little weird when I thought about it now. She sat up and hugged her knees in a daze for a while, then remembered A Yuan downstairs, and hurriedly got up to clean up. When she was downstairs, she saw Zhang Qiling walking out of the room carrying a water basin.

"How is Ah Yuan doing now?" She asked after briefly greeting the other party.

"Some have a fever, and I've applied cold compresses twice."

"Did he wake up?"

"I woke up twice in the middle of the night, and now I'm talking nonsense."

Jiang Lin estimated the time, walked into the room and checked the boy's expression. The latter's face was blue, and the sweat on his forehead was rolling like beads.She frowned, and wanted to take out her wand to summon the patron saint and contact Cheng Yun again, when a loud voice came, and a person wearing a gray cloak suddenly appeared in the room.When someone took off the hood, she saw clearly that it was a woman with a beautiful and graceful appearance.

"Hi, I'm Xiao Lin. It's really troublesome to ask you to come here. This is my younger brother, and the situation is probably as written in the previous letter." She hurriedly

The other party introduced.

The woman nodded slightly: "Zhao Zhirui." After speaking, she walked to the bedside to check the patient's condition.She first checked the boy's pulse, and then used a few detection spells, then turned the boy over with magic, and took a closer look at the wound on it. The wound was horribly blue and black, and signs of decay could already be seen.

The therapist frowned.

"It's similar to the wound caused by the Yin Corpse, but it's not a Yin Corpse, it's like a zombie." The therapist analyzed carefully, "You said they went to the ancient tomb?"

Jiang Lin nodded.

Zhao Zhirui said with comprehension: "That's it, this kind of yin and domineering toxin will appear in the tomb. I can control this corpse poison, but this can only temporarily suppress it, and a special kind of poison is needed. Herbal medicine—a medicinal mud mask that has been placed for more than 20 years, has a miraculous effect on curing this kind of old corpse poison, but it is more difficult to find, and it is rare in general potion shops, and it is only produced in Tibet." She opened it A small suitcase that I carry with me, after opening the row of wooden drawers above, the space looks bigger than before.She took out two bottles of potions, one was as bright red as blood, and the other was a strange deep purple.

"Have you fed him palliatives before?" the witch asked suddenly.

"Yes, I think this neutral medicine has no side effects, and it may make him feel better."

"Well done. If I'm not mistaken, he vomited blood after drinking it. In this way, his brain didn't stay in chaos. Otherwise, even if it is cured, it will become dementia." The therapist's tone was somewhat reproachful, "Why did you go to the ancient tomb if you don't do serious business? Why, is he a tomb robber?"

Jiang Lin tensed for a moment, and then quickly denied: "No, they met during the construction of a tunnel project."

"Oh." Zhao Zhirui didn't speak, but concentrated on pouring the medicine into the patient's mouth one by one.

Seeing that the other party did not continue to ask, she immediately relaxed a little, and then held her breath to pay attention to the therapist's actions.

At this time the door opened, and Zhang Qiling came in with a water basin. He put the things on the table, and then stepped aside to stand with Jiang Lin. He didn't show any surprise when he saw the stranger in the room.

The therapist waited for a while, and after the boy's complexion eased a bit, he took out his wand and pointed it at him. A series of obscure spells were read out from the witch's mouth, and dots of fluorescent light emerged from the tip of the wand, surrounding it like life. Around the boy, water then fell and the sponge slowly melted under his skin.After a while, a trace of uncomfortable ink escaped from the boy's body, the boy's brows gradually eased, and suddenly he opened his eyes and spit out a big mouthful of black blood.Only then did the witch stop chanting the spell, she put away her wand, and got up to put the empty bottle in her suitcase.

"This is a recovery agent and a stabilizer. It is enough to drink the recovery agent once in three days, and drink a bottle of the stabilizer agent every month. If you have any questions, please contact me at any time. But you have to buy that drug as soon as possible, otherwise he may spend his whole life. I have to drink potions to survive, and my health will become poorer, so I can’t eat irritating things.” The therapist handed Jiang Lin a cloth bag, and the latter thanked him repeatedly.She nodded to them both, and then disappeared with a crackling sound.

Jiang Lin put the cloth bag on the table, then went to the bed and helped the boy wipe the blood off his face.A Yuan opened his hazy eyes and asked, "Sister Xiaolin? Where am I?"

"You're in your room, feeling better now?"

A Yuan nodded weakly: "Well, I feel much better. I had a headache all the time, and I had nightmares. There were many evil spirits who came to grab my feet and tried to drag me down. It was terrible." He couldn't help shivering , and then saw that Zhang Qiling was also beside him, "Master Zhang! You are also here. How many days have I been sleeping, is there nothing going on in the shop?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I've asked you for leave. Take a good rest these few days." Zhang Qiling went out after finishing speaking.

Jiang Lin once again felt that the other party's back had a sense of fleeing.

In the next few days, Ah Yuan's spirit gradually improved. He obediently drank the "special medicine" that Jiang Lin said, and the wound on his back healed, leaving only a hideous scar.Jiang Lin took out the scar-removing potion from before, and wanted to apply it on A Yuan, but the boy waved his hands desperately, as if he was going to eat him, obviously the other man didn't care about it before, okay?She had no choice but to give the things to Zhang Qiling, thinking that it would be more convenient for both of them to be men.

However, this doesn't seem quite right.

In her mind, she couldn't help imagining the boy lying on the bed, with suppressed tears in his eyes and a shy expression on his face, while Zhang Qiling lifted the other's clothes with a wicked and wild smile, and looked at the blowing boy. The elastic skin stretches out the slender arms.

……

Wait, stop stop!

Definitely influenced by that guy Ye Mei.She tapped her head, as if she could knock out the picture full of pink bubbles, but it was undeniable that she felt goose bumps on her body when she thought of Zhang Qiling, who had always been cold and restrained, showing that expression.

So when the two men came out of the room after applying the potion, they saw Jiang Lin looking at them with strange eyes.

A Yuan felt that the other party was about to poke a hole in his body, he couldn't help tightening his coat, and ran downstairs like flying.

The other man calmly handed her the medicine bottle in his hand, and said lightly, "Where can I buy Ah Yuan's medicine?"

"Uh, this is more troublesome." She recalled Yao Hui's answer when she went back to the potion shop a few days ago, and she couldn't help feeling a little headache, "I asked the boss, and she said that this kind of medicine is usually not prepared in the shop, is it expensive?" , and few people buy it. If you really need it, you can only go to the place of production to buy it, and the price of the medicinal clay mask becomes more expensive with age, I am afraid that I will not have enough money.”

"The place of origin should be in Tibet and Sichuan." Zhang Qiling said thoughtfully. He has an inexplicable familiarity with the medicinal clay mask, as if he had come into contact with it before.

Jiang Lin looked at him in surprise, apparently not expecting that he had heard about this sacred object of Tibetan Buddhism.

"Indeed. Although it is very rare, but the boss said that there will be a team of drug dealers there to collect materials for a while, but they said that this kind of medicinal materials are not easy to collect, especially the old ones. So I can only ask for leave and go by myself. Is there anyone who can kindly sell it to me?"

"I go."

"Huh? Uh, but it's about the store... I mean, is it convenient for you to ask for leave?" She asked hesitantly.

Zhang Qiling nodded to indicate that there is no problem.

"Okay then, but it's best not to tell A Yuan about this, so as not to cause any trouble. Well, if you want to go to Tibet, should you go this month or at the end of May?"

"June is suitable, and the climate over there is still relatively cold, and there will be storms."

Jiang Lin agreed with the other party's proposal: "Listen to you. But I have to go with you-don't forget that wizards' way of travel is sometimes more convenient."

"Okay." Zhang Qiling responded lightly.

At this time, A Yuan downstairs started to ask them to eat, the girl turned and ran downstairs happily when she heard this, and after a while, she heard two people talking cheerfully from downstairs.

He stood and listened quietly for a while, then stepped down the stairs before Ah Yuan urged him again.

Outside the courtyard is a tree full of flowers.

"The trees are thick with shade and the summer is long, and the reflection of the towers into the pond."

Two lines of poems suddenly appeared in his mind, and he didn't know where he read them.The girl said before that she was studying at a wizarding school. Judging from her tone, life at the school should be good. You can meet other people, make friends, and choose your favorite courses.He turned to think of himself. In his memory, he had no concept of school, no so-called classmates, friends, teachers who could guide him, and no subjects he liked.

To be exact, he didn't have any chance to choose. What he could learn was taught by someone specially assigned to him. Even if he hated it, he couldn't say no.

What's more, at that time, I may not even know what it feels like to like and hate.They told him to learn, and he did.

Zhang Qiling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't because of physical discomfort.He quietly felt this rare mood swing, it was like a gift.

"Master Zhang, come down to eat!" A Yuan poked his head out and shouted under the stairs.

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