Hogwarts Asylum

The night wind gradually grew longer, and the evening breeze slipped through the cracks in the window, making a whining sound. It also fluttered the curtains, and occasionally fluttered a few times, as if there was a monster hiding behind it with teeth and claws.

In the classroom, O'Loughlin finally failed to arouse Snape's anger, and the professors who stopped to leave also failed to watch the good show.

After Dumbledore spoke to stop Snape's output and cleaned up the blood on the ground, O'Loughlin returned to the school hospital.

In the campus hospital ward, the windows were closed, Filch was lying quietly on the bed, and Madam Pomfrey was wearing glasses, flipping through an old parchment book, and stirring the cauldron beside her.

The fire under the crucible was not strong, but the liquid in the crucible, which was dark purple for a while, deep red for a while, and then turned into orange-red, was rolling violently. Judging from the bubbles that popped up and burst, this pot of magic potion It is getting thicker and thicker, probably not long after the Flobber caterpillar slime was added.

There are many potions that will gradually change from dark purple to orange-red with the addition of Flobber caterpillar mucus. However, considering that Filch was lying in the ward, and Pomfrey had to boil the potion while flipping through notes, so The crucible should contain the Wigenveld potion.

This is a very unpopular potion. It is generally used as an antidote to the Living Hell Decoction, and sometimes as an antidote to the Sleeping Potion, because it can dispel despair and lift the spirit. In theory, It certainly suited the symptoms Filch had shown earlier in the Great Hall.

The liquid in the crucible had completely turned orange as Madam Pomfrey stirred it, so the next step should be to add honey water and berry juice, but Madam Pomfrey was still staring at the parchment.

Orolin had to remind her aloud: "Mrs. Pomfrey, it's time to add honey to the water."

"Oh, oh! Merlin's beard—"

Madam Pomfrey woke up, quickly put down the parchment, picked up the cup filled with honey water that she had prepared in advance, poured it into the crucible, and stirred it.

The liquid in the cauldron slowly turned turquoise, and before Madam Pomfrey could take the next step, Oralin handed her a small glass of berry juice.

"Thank you, Michael." Madam Pomfrey thanked her, took the berry juice, poured a few drops into the cauldron, and continued to stir.

With his sharp eyes, Orolin saw that the parchment on the table that Madam Pomfrey was looking at just now was filled with small handwritten words. No wonder Madam Pomfrey had to wear glasses and read so intently. Pharmacy is also a very rigorous subject, and sometimes the medicine obtained may have completely different effects from the target just because of the different stirring directions.

After Madam Pomfrey stirred a few more times, she stopped. Next, she only needed to let the liquid simmer slowly for half an hour, then turn off the heat and cool to normal temperature.

"Mike, I heard from Pomona that Quirinas is missing? Is there any problem in the investigation?" Madam Pomfrey wiped her hands and asked with worry, "If something like this happens in the castle, will it affect the little wizard?" Do they pose a danger?"

"Don't worry, Poppy," Orolin gently reassured Madam Pomfrey's worries, "There shouldn't be any problems for the time being, Dumbledore is still here."

O'Loughlin had no intention of telling Madam Pomfrey about his suspicions about Quirrell's disappearance, as it would have no effect except causing panic to the kind old lady.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore is here -" Madam Pomfrey murmured.

After chatting with Madam Pomfrey for a while, Eurolin walked out of the campus hospital.

It's still early, and Orolin plans to go to the Forbidden Forest to find Catherine and take her to watch the Slytherin ball.

In the Forbidden Forest, Catherine was confronting a red-haired centaur.

"Exit our territory! You evil human being!" The centaur pointed the stone spear in its hand at the frowning Catherine, as if it was preparing to attack if Catherine did not leave.

"Yubdan, isn't this forest the property of Hogwarts?" Catherine asked doubtfully. Just now she was going to help Atrak find a habitat outside the Forbidden Forest, but she didn't go far when she encountered two horses. One of them is the red-bearded centaur in front of him who calls himself Ronan. The other black-haired centaur has run away and must have gone back to report the news.

"How do I know? I'm new here too." Youbudan lit up his homemade smoke again and puffed away the smoke. He also held a very mini wine bottle in his hand, which he had used when eating in the auditorium. , filled secretly, "The wine at Hogwarts is really terrible, worse than the low-quality products sold in the Pig's Head Bar."

Under Catherine, Atrak made a clicking sound while rubbing its sharp front legs, as if to warn the centaur not to act rashly.

"Hey! Red Beard, I want to find a place for Atlac to live, preferably a cave, or on higher ground. Do you have any recommendations?" Catherine shouted to Ronan. As a witch, Ronan had The stone spear posed no threat to her at all, even if she lost her wand. She was a warrior who could challenge a polar bear alone.

Ronan didn't know what the witch opposite was thinking, but it didn't dare to act rashly at all. Although it hated wizards extremely, it was not one of those young centaurs. It knew how terrifying wizards were, especially the tall one in front of it. The witch, who looked innocent and harmless, was actually able to comfort a lone Acromantula!

"Say it again! Human! Get out of here!!" Ronan could only try his best to push the time and wait for the arrival of his companions. It would be better if the hybrid giant named Hagrid also came.

"Click! Click!" Atrak suddenly made a rapid sound.

Ubudan, who was sitting on Catherine's head, was not as anxious as Atlak showed. He translated leisurely: "Sister, Atlak said that many centaurs are coming around. Should we run away?" It's like he's talking about something insignificant.

"Why are you running? Centaurs should be smart, right? We can reason with them, and maybe they are willing to accept Atlac. In this case, we don't have to worry about Nakoa, right?"

Ronan heard all of Catherine's calculations, which made it even more puzzling. Why would this human think that centaurs would be willing to accept a bloodthirsty and cruel creature like the Acromantula?

"I'm sorry, madam, our centaur tribe may not be able to accept living with the Acromantula."

An old and weak voice sounded from behind Catherine. Catherine quickly turned her head and saw a centaur with white hair and white beard standing beside a giant tree not far away. It stood there quietly, as if it was Already arrived.