Chapter 81 Professor, Where Did You Hide My Magic Stone?

While Ivan was thinking hard, a gentle female voice sounded in the room.

"I suggest you stay in bed for a while when you first wake up. It's best not to move around."

Ivan turned his head and looked over, but saw Madam Pomfrey walking over from the other side. The expression on her face was very serious, and she was holding a large bowl in her hand and brought it to Ivan.

"Here, drink this potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray-black liquid in front of him, with some unknown turbidity on it. He had a bitter look on his face, but he still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

The magic potions in the wizarding world don't taste good at all. This may have something to do with the weird potion ingredients.

"Soothing flower, four-leaf clover, sage plum"

With a level 4 knowledge of potions, Ivan quickly identified most of the medicinal materials contained in the gray-black soup.

They all speed up the recovery of magic power and calm the nerves.

"Well, that's good. That's basically it. I just missed the black bat's tail and a little bit of snail mucus. Unfortunately, I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points!" Madam Pomfrey didn't expect Ivan's level in potions. It's so high, even though I couldn't recognize them all, it's pretty good.

Hearing that there was something like snail mucus in the material, Ivan's expression changed and he almost spit out the medicine he drank.

this is so disgusting

"You need to rest for a few days, so you need to drink twice a day." Madam Pomfrey said as if she didn't see Ivan's uncomfortable expression.

"Also, how did you use up all the magic power in your body?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan very dissatisfied. "Fortunately, Albus sent you here in time, otherwise you might have become a squib in the future."

"So serious? There are no sequelae, right?" Ivan quickly asked, regardless of whether the potion was disgusting or not.

"Not this time, but I hope this won't happen a second time!" Madam Pomfrey said seriously.

Ivan nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although he didn't know if this was Madam Pomfrey's exaggeration or if it was true, he didn't have the guts to try it a second time.

In fact, if he hadn't had to forcefully snatch someone's head before, he wouldn't have drained all his magic power.

After Madam Pomfrey talked about a lot of precautions, she told Ivan to get more rest, and then took away the empty bowl. Before leaving, she muttered how he ended up in the safety of Hogwarts. Made like this.

Safety?

The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched a few times. He has seen or dealt with trolls, fire dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark Lord one by one in Hogwarts this semester. Can this be called safety?

How dangerous are other places?

Ivan kept complaining in his mind, and the door of the school hospital was pushed open again. The person who came was Dumbledore.

The old principal was wearing a conspicuous purple magic robe today, with a crimson scarf tied around his neck. He seemed to be in a good mood. After chatting with Madam Pomfrey at the door for a few words, he walked over to Ivan. .

Ivan activated Occlumency again, and sadly spent 100 academic points to redeem the experience card mode. There was no way he was so cowardly.

Who told him that the level of Occlumency is too low?

However, Dumbledore did not have a profound conversation as Ivan imagined. Instead, he gently tapped the long table next to him with his wand, expanding it to form a semicircular dining table.

The snacks and cards placed on it seemed to be activated, jumping and stacked up against the wall, freeing up a large area.

Ivan was very jealous when he saw such smooth spell-free casting. He didn't know how long it would take him to do it.

"Although Madam Pomfrey thinks you should eat something lighter, I still think I need to ask your opinion first. How do you like it? Do you want to eat something?" Dumbledore was as elegant as an order from a high-end restaurant. Diners are average.

"Have a roasted whole lamb, put more cumin and more chili pepper, thank you!" Ivan said.

Dumbledore paused, intending to say that was too greasy, but considering that his words had been released, he had no choice but to wave his wand to realize Ivan's expectations.

A whole roasted golden-yellow lamb appeared on the extended long table, sprinkled with cumin, green onions, Sichuan peppercorns and a little sesame seeds, and next to it was thoughtfully served corn flakes and apple pancakes. Lighter foods and drinks such as lemon juice.

"Since you've been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to fill your stomach. Otherwise, Madam Pomfrey won't let me in again next time." Dumbledore left. He walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed, and said somewhat helplessly.

In a coma for two days? Then why haven't I starved to death?

This thought came to Ivan's mind, but he quickly threw it aside.

After being hungry for so long, Ivan casually ate a few pieces of apple pie, drank some lemon juice, then cut off a piece of mutton with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that the house elves at Hogwarts are really good at their craftsmanship. The skin of the lamb was roasted until it was brown and crispy, but the meat inside was extremely tender. The flavor of the ingredients seemed to penetrate into the meat, dispersing the mutton. The fishy smell itself

If this kind of cooking is also a kind of magic, then he must learn it.

Dumbledore sat quietly aside, watching with interest as Ivan ate his food in an imageless manner, and from time to time helped Ivan refill his glass after he drank all the lemon juice.

Perhaps he was too hungry. In about half an hour, Ivan cleared all the food on the table, leaving only a messy dinner plate. He burped with satisfaction and leaned comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore started cleaning again, waving his wand to sweep away the plates, and then returned the table with the extension spell back to its original state.

Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to come specifically to deliver food to him, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

However, Ivan knew very well that he could not give Dumbledore a chance to ask questions first, so he asked first. .

"Professor, where is my magic stone? I finally snatched it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it away?"

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,

When do you plan to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?

Dumbledore's expression paused, and then he looked at Ivan dumbfounded. When did the Sorcerer's Stone become his?

Thanks to the book club Flying Detector for the 100 starting coins. Also to explain, I may not have written clearly in the previous chapter. Dumbledore used normal methods to persuade Fudge to leave, so it took a lot of time. Generally speaking, Lao Deng is still a lawful person and will not do anything to Fudge unless absolutely necessary.