Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 87 Questionnaire (available on the 18th)
In the office, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout all looked at Hardy at the moment.

Obviously, in their eyes, although this Professor Ollivander is young, he is reliable enough.

You know, as Snape, who has always been dull, it is almost impossible to invite others so actively.

"Professor Ollivander, I think we need your help." Madam Pomfrey said.

After thinking for a while, a bright smile appeared on Hardy's face, "Is there any reason for me to refuse?"

"Welcome to join." In the room, the two ladies were relieved.

They have been troubled by Draco's lethargy symptoms for a long time, and Hardy's joining will provide them with a new way of thinking.

"How are we supposed to find out?" asked Professor Sprout, "without causing panic among the students."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets already made everyone's nerves extremely tense."

Hardy glanced at the stack of parchment on the desk, "Questionnaire."

"What?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"We could do a questionnaire on sleep quality among the young wizards," Hardy said, "but it would require cooperation from other professors."

After listening to the thoughts in Hardy's mind, the other three people in the office expressed their feasibility one after another.

"I'll leave it to me to convince the other professors," says Professor Sprout, who has experience in this area.

After the discussion, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout left one after another.

And Hardy also told Snape about Neville Longbottom's situation.

"I thought Longbottom was born so dull." Snape was a little surprised, "It turns out that he has been cast with the Oblivion Curse."

"Professor Snape, we should have more confidence in the students." Hardy waved his wand, and the silver jug ​​flew over, refilling himself a glass of cherry juice.

"I put a potent veritaserum in that pot." Snape glanced at the silver pot, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Hardy still took a big gulp of peace of mind, "It's okay, I've drank a powerful anti-curse potion beforehand."

Snape's face twitched unnaturally, "Prudent fellow!"

Smiling, Hardy told the whole story of his wish for Snape to help brew the recovery potion.

Originally, he thought that the other party would think more about it, but he didn't expect Snape to agree directly.

"To get rid of the aftereffects of the Oblivion Curse, it will take a little time to cook individual materials." Snape said, "But it's not a big problem, and it can be completed in seven days."

"In addition, the students of Hogwarts were maliciously cast the Forgetting Curse. Neville's guardian should be notified of this matter."

Snape casually pulled out a student roster from a drawer, "Ah, Neville Longbottom, his father Frank Longbottom and mother Alice Longbottom are all living in St. Mungo's Magic Injury due to mental problems. sick hospital."

"His current guardian is, um, his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom."

After hearing about Neville's family situation, Hardy sighed in surprise.

Both parents are at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and it's hard to imagine how each other's childhood survived.

"I'll make time to visit Neville's grandmother," Hardy said afterwards.

Then, he left after praising Professor Snape for his humanistic care for the students.

He had seen Snape, and his lips quivered with anger.

the next two days.

Professor Sprout visited every professor at Hogwarts and asked them to agree to set aside 5 minutes in their class to mention the questionnaire.

And the task of making the questionnaire fell into Madam Pomfrey's hands.

"It is necessary to find out whether anyone has experienced the same drowsiness symptoms as Draco, and to cover up as necessary."

In the middle of the night, Madam Pomfrey sat on the desk in the infirmary, poured herself a bottle of refreshing potion, and scratched the parchment with a quill.

"Question [-]: How do you feel about your sleep quality recently? (Single choice)"

"A. Very good B. Good C. Average D. Poor E. Terrible"

"Question [-]: How many hours do you need to sleep every day recently? (Single choice)"

"A. 9 hours B. 10 hours C. 11 hours D. 12 hours"

"Question [-]: How many times do you wake up in the middle of sleep every night? (Single choice)"

"A. Never B. 1-2 times C. 3-5 times D. More than 6 times"

"..."

"My God, this is really a challenge for me." Madam Pomfrey murmured under the dim table lamp, "I didn't choose to become a magic medical theorist because of my poor theoretical grades..."

In the early morning of the next day, Madam Pomfrey gave Hardy a sample of the questionnaire with a tired expression.

The rest of the work was reviewed and revised by him and Professor Snape, and then printed in batches.

"Are you okay, Madam Pomfrey." Hardy took the sample and asked while looking at it.

"Yes, great, I've found the old feeling of being dominated by History of Magic papers again."

Madam Pomfrey smiled shyly, "To be honest, I used to like to finish all my homework in one day after the holidays, with the help of my roommate."

"I totally understand," Hardy said, smiling and blinking, "that's how everyone got there in their school days."

"Oh, Professor Ollivander also has such an experience?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously.

"Yes, but in your story, I'm supposed to be your roommate."

"At that time, I made a lot of money in Galleons."

In the infirmary, Hardy was talking with Madam Pomfrey, and Hermione and Harry suddenly walked over with Ron.

"Oh my God, I'm so sleepy, I can hardly keep my eyes open..." Ron's fiery red hair was messed up like a chicken coop.

"Ron! There's something wrong with you." Hermione looked at the other's dark circles.

Harry couldn't help pursing his lips, "From last night to this morning, you slept for a full 11 hours."

Covering his ears with his hands, Harry frowned, "Do you know how loud you snore at night?"

With a long sigh, "I dreamed that there was an earthquake at Hogwarts all night. The whole castle collapsed, and I saw you rushing into the girls' dormitory excitedly."

"Hey!" Ron waved his arms dissatisfied, "I was in your dream, is this the image? You are slander!"

"and also--"

Ron glanced at the surprised Hermione and protested, "I don't snore when I sleep, Harry, you must have made a mistake."

"Dream! That's right, Harry, you should be dreaming everything in a dream, and then dreaming in a dream, what is this called...a dream within a dream."

The three little ones walked through the corridor of the castle and soon came to the infirmary.

When Hardy saw the dark circles under Ron's eyes, he couldn't help pursing his lips immediately, "Madam Pomfrey..."

"I saw it. It seems that the questionnaire is necessary." Her lips trembled.

"Professor Ollivander, Madam Pomfrey." The three little ones came over and quickly described Ron's troubles.

"Mr. Weasley, how long have you been in this situation?" Madam Pomfrey took out Ron's medical record folder.

"Just in the last few days, after the Christmas holiday." Ron thought seriously.

"Nope." Hermione folded her hands on her chest angrily. "I think it started very early."

"Why?" Ron looked back at him in disbelief.

Hermione raised a finger, "Remember? When the Chamber of Secrets was just opened, you and I were going to come out to find Harry."

"But it doesn't make sense for you to fall asleep on the sofa in the common room."

Harry nodded, "Hermione is right, I was the one who resisted you back to the dormitory that day."

He added, "You snored that time too."

Ron glared at Harry viciously, then lowered his head helplessly.

"Okay, okay, then I'm going to be extremely sleepy intermittently." Ron admitted reluctantly.

Madam Pomfrey's complexion became a little ugly, "Professor Ollivander, this is earlier than Draco's drowsiness symptoms."

"Yes, it seems that this matter is far more serious than we thought." Hardy whispered.

At Madam Pomfrey's insistence, Ron reluctantly lay down on the hospital bed, "Oh, I said, is it really like this? A comprehensive examination? This is too exaggerated."

"Honestly, Ron, nothing is louder than your loud snoring," said Harry silently.

Ron looked at each other, his eyes widened, "Harry! Don't mention it!"

　Thanks to the book friends for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)