Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain stayed by the lake for a long time, and so did Firenze. It wasn't until Cecilia the Unicorn kicked Gawain up impatiently that he returned to the castle.

After all, he did not follow his original idea of ​​making a big fireball and blowing up the Acromantula's nest. Of course, this is not out of sympathy.

"About the spider thing, maybe you should ask Hagrid for his opinion first."

Before parting, Firenze looked at Gawain seriously.

But at least Gawain recognized a truth.

——He is not an idiot.

Because idiots don't catch colds.

Great Hall on Friday morning.

"Gawain, you have to go check on Madam Pomfrey! You've got a fever!"

Hermione looked at Gawain with a firm attitude.

"Jane, please spare me...the potion she has there will keep me from eating all weekend!"

Gawain refused more firmly.

As much as he admired Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, he was afraid of the taste of her potion. He couldn't understand why ordinary disinfectant would become as terrifying as a witch's potion in her hands.

"I don't think Professor Snape will grant me leave just because I have a cold, and it's the weekend soon. I'll be fine if I just lie down for a day."

He added some scrambled eggs for himself.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can't stay in bed over the weekend! You're going to attend the launch of Ms. Gorshak's new revised version of the Standard Spell!"

Hermione stared at Gawain dangerously.

She crossed her arms and said matter-of-factly.

"That's a rare opportunity! Think about how many spell masters will be there and what magical spells she will teach!"

"But I can't leave Hogwarts yet, can I? Flourish and Blotts isn't in the library."

Gawain felt confused.

He had already made a perfect arrangement for his weekend - he would sleep naturally, take a lot of puddings for a picnic by the lake, and hang out at the castle in the evening.

"Of course not! But Professor McGonagall said yes!" Hermione raised her eyebrows proudly and said with a cute smile, "When I went to Professor McGonagall's office, I mentioned your invitation by the way."

Her enunciation was particularly clear when she said "by the way."

"Oh, this is a rare opportunity. You will need it when you apply for a scholarship for Mr. White! And, Miss Granger, if you are free, why don't you join us?"

Hermione imitated Professor McGonagall, kept a straight face, and spoke seriously.

"simple..."

Gawain felt that his precious weekend had already taken wings and flew to the distant horizon - that place that you can clearly see but can never reach.

"So, if you hurry up, you can still catch Potions class after visiting Madam Pomfrey."

At Hermione's urging, Gawain desperately ate the remaining scrambled eggs on the plate and rushed to the hospital wing.

It turns out.

Apart from Gawain's real lack of talent in herbal medicine, at least his judgment was accurate.

Madam Pomfrey's potion still tasted bad, like a mug of scalding hot pepper water had been shoved down her throat, and Gawain was late for Potions class.

Even though Hermione explained it to him, Professor Snape was never one to forgive.

"Mr. White, since you are so arrogant that you think you can cook food without my explanation,

Potions, why not just do it? "

Professor Snape punished Gawain by not allowing him to borrow other people's notes when he was brewing the potion, but he always stood by Gawain's pot.

Whenever Gawain didn't follow his instructions, he would point it out mercilessly and ask Gawain to do it all over again.

"This old bat! He did it on purpose!"

After class, when Ron complained softly that Snape deducted 5 points from him because he accidentally got the proportions of slugs wrong, Gawain nodded in agreement for the first time.

However, Madam Pomfrey's potion was indeed effective. By the afternoon, his fever had basically subsided, but his throat was still a little uncomfortable.

This gave Gawain a little more courage to survive the "cram school" at night. Snape asked Gawain to participate in brewing a potion called "Invigorating Potion" and wanted him to measure the steps and each ingredient.

"Mr. White, I hope you are serious enough about doing this. Otherwise, the third grade students will have an unforgettable lesson."

"Of course, Professor. Good night, Professor."

Gawain closed the door and went back to Gryffindor Tower.

Although he returned to his dormitory as early as possible and got up as late as possible, Saturday was there.

Putting on the best shirt Elsa had prepared for him, Gawain put on a blue-black wizard robe, which would make him look more energetic.

After he looked in the mirror and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him, he only grabbed two sandwiches on the dining table and hurried to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Yes, Mr. White, it seems that you understand the importance of today. Miss Granger emphasized your efforts many times before I agreed with her and applied for this opportunity for you from Professor Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall had arrived a long time ago. She looked at Gawain up and down for a while, and pursed her lips slightly.

Hermione on the side turned her head in embarrassment. Obviously, Professor McGonagall's words revealed that she was not that "incidental".

Today, Hermione finally ditched the terrifyingly heavy backpack and looked much more relaxed.

She put on a plain green robe and tied a silver belt around her neck. The hair style has undoubtedly been taken care of carefully, because it is not fluffy at all.

Quite the opposite.

They draped over Hermione's head.

It is arranged into a long shape.

Gawain even wants to ask "Who are you?"

"Disapparation is prohibited in Hogwarts, so we will go to Diagon Alley via Floo. You all know what St. Mungo's spokesman, Rutherford Burke said, right?"

Professor McGonagall took down a small bowl from the fireplace, which was filled with gray-black powder that looked like soot.

"Uh...it's only two Silver Sickles in a spoonful. Stop throwing rune fang powder into the fire, and stop blowing yourself out of the chimney! I swear I'll die if you do it again!"

Gawain thought about it for a while before answering.

Upon hearing Gawain's words, Professor McGonagall's hand holding the small bowl suddenly tightened, almost not holding it.

"My original intention is that Floo powder is managed by the Ministry of Magic and the formula is strictly controlled. You must not try to crack it. But this way..."

She pursed her lips and gave the bowl to Gawain.

Gawain, knowing that he had said something wrong, obediently took a handful and handed it to Hermione, then grabbed a handful himself. They followed Professor McGonagall into the fireplace.

“Flourish and Blott Books!”

Gawain said clearly.

A sudden burst of flames engulfed him.