Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 55 Christmas

In the infirmary, Hardy was sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, his cheeks bulging and recovering disorderly.

His tongue was beating "happily", as if it could jump out of his mouth at any time, and he had a "three-day trip to Hogwarts" happily.

This wonderful experience lasted for more than an hour.

eight pm.

Hardy, who was flipping through alchemy magazines boredly, suddenly felt that the jumping range of his tongue was significantly reduced, "Thank God, it seems that it is finally going to rest."

Fortunately for Hardy, no students or professors came to him in the past hour.

Otherwise, he would leave another "good story" in the school of Hogwarts, which was talked about by countless little wizards.

"Hey, as you may not know, Professor Ollivander has a great tongue!"

Hardy didn't want any little witches to talk about him like this in school.

That is not the "crooked" path of teaching he wants to take.

Soon, the tongue that had been tap-dancing hundreds of times finally returned to normal. Hardy quickly put down the magazine and called Madam Pomfrey.

"Professor Ollivander, it seems that you are recovering well and have no other adverse reactions." Madam Pomfrey brought Hardy a cup of coffee, "Come and taste this."

Hardy took the coffee nervously, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, it tasted very bitter, but also very mellow.

Under Madam Pomfrey's expectant gaze, Hardy put the coffee to his lips and took a quick sip.

Hardy smacked his lips and said nothing.

Then he took a second, third, fourth sip...

Seeing that Hardy remained silent, the expression on Madam Pomfrey's face changed from anticipation to surprise, and then to deep confusion.

"Professor." Madam Pomfrey couldn't help shouting.

Hardy drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, then stood up slowly, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you Madam Pomfrey for your efforts, but... Unfortunately, my sense of taste has not recovered."

"Oh, my God, how did this happen?" Madam Pomfrey's face was full of confusion and disappointment.

This is already the most powerful taste restoration potion she knows, otherwise she wouldn't have 21 possible adverse reactions.

However, it doesn't work now.

Pursing his lips, Hardy also secretly sighed inwardly, he knew Madam Pomfrey had done her best.

Just from the several kinds of herbs sent by Professor Sprout before, we know that the potion made by the other party is very valuable.

"It is now certain that the loss of my sense of taste is not a simple physical illness." Hardy couldn't help but judge, "It can be considered that the loss of the soul level caused the physical illness..."

In the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey tidied up the things on the table in frustration, but she didn't help Hardy, which made her feel a little guilty.

"I can't even recover Professor Ollivander's sense of taste, so can I still be a school doctor at Hogwarts?" Madam Pomfrey sighed.

Hardy walked up to the other party and comforted him: "Madame Pomfrey, there is no need for you to feel guilty about what happened to me."

"The loss of my sense of taste is not a simple matter. It is very likely that some kind of advanced soul magic theory is involved."

Hearing what Hardy said, Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips into a straight line, "Oh, my God, if it's really related to soul magic, it's too...unbelievable..."

After thanking Madam Pomfrey again, Hardy took a deep breath and left the infirmary frowning.

He shuttled in the corridor, looking at the heavy snow falling outside the castle through the window, thoughtful.

Is there any way to figure out what's wrong with me?

This question is worthy of further study.

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As the calendar on the wall was turned page by page, finally, the first half of the semester was over.

During the short vacation, those who chose to stay at Hogwarts, except for the three little ones and Malfoy, Percy, the Weasley twins and Ginny, also did not choose to go home.

Rather than going to Egypt with the Weasleys, they'd much rather be at school, playing crack and bang loudly without getting in anyone's way.

You can also wantonly conduct Eudemons card duels or secretly conduct wizard duels.

However, Percy did not take these childish behaviors of the twins and others seriously, and rarely stayed in the Gryffindor common room.

He told Harry and others that he chose to stay for Christmas only because, as a prefect, he had the responsibility to support the work of the professors and the school during this special period of turmoil caused by the secret room.

On Christmas Day, heavy snow covered Hogwarts, and when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds in the early morning, it refracted brilliant light.

Early in the morning, Harry and Ron in the boys' dormitory were woken up by Hermione who broke in suddenly.

She was fully dressed and holding Christmas presents for the two of them in her arms. "Wake up," she said aloud as she drew the curtains.

"Hey, Hermione! You shouldn't just barge in like this," said Ron, covering his eyes with his hand to block the light from the window.

Soon, he suddenly remembered something, jumped into the bed and tossed for a while, put on his pajamas after a while, and stretched in a daze.

"Merry Christmas, Ron." Hermione turned around and threw a present at him, "I've been up for almost an hour, and I added some lacewings to the Polyjuice Potion, it's completely gone It's done."

Hearing this, Harry immediately sat up from the bed, and suddenly became fully awake.

"Are you sure?" Harry put on his glasses and adjusted them.

"Of course." Hermione replied proudly.

She saved Scabbers the mouse from Ron's stinky socks and put them aside, before sitting herself down on the edge of Harry's four-poster bed. "If we're going to do something, I think it should be tonight."

At this moment, Hedwig flew into the room with a small package in her mouth.

"Hi, Hedwig." Harry said happily, "Did you bring me anything nice again?"

Hedwig gently bit Harry's ear in a very affectionate way, this greeting was far more precious than the gift it brought him.

It brought a package from the Dursleys.

In the package, they gave Harry a toothpick, and there was also a letter, asking the latter to inquire about whether he could stay at Hogwarts during his summer vacation.

"My God, what kind of gift is this?" Ron flicked Harry's toothpick away in disgust, and then gave him a book called "Flying with the Cannons".

The book is all about some things about Harry's favorite Quidditch team, and there is a sexy poster of the Quidditch baby in it, which makes Harry's cheeks flush and stare at him angrily.

"Give it to me if you don't like it." Just as Ron reached out to grab the poster, Harry closed the book forcefully, and did not choose to share it with the other party.

"Oh, your actions have betrayed what you really think, my man." Ron said with a wink at Harry.

Hermione on the other side didn't notice this, and she bought Harry a luxurious eagle quill.

The other party immediately opened the last package of gifts, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater and a big raisin cake from Mrs. Weasley.

Ron opened his present, compared with Harry's, and suddenly felt sorry for himself, "Harry, I think your name should not be Harry Potter, but Harry Weasley."

Comparing the vastly different gifts in the hands of the two, Ron strongly suspected that Mrs. Weasley's maternal love had seriously slipped in him.

(End of this chapter)