All things are three at Hogwarts

Reality gave Allen a hard slap...

Rowena Ravenclaw raised the wand in his hand high: "The power of the dead resists magic, so we can only click directly." A huge, black iron pliers and handsaw appeared out of thin air, and Alan's His eyes widened involuntarily, thinking of what he knew about the Middle Ages. In this era, normal doctors disdained surgery, a dirty job in their eyes. Only blacksmiths and barbers did these jobs part-time. Wizards Although they won't discriminate against this, the methods used are obviously the same...

Allen's face was pale. He was now weak and had no way to resist. He watched helplessly as the black iron pliers flew toward his face. Rowena Ravenclaw's somewhat hesitant expression made her look a little childish: "Don't move around later, or you'll do it again." There will be heavy bleeding." The other party solemnly brought his face towards her, widening his eyes so that they were a little bulging. This surprised expression made Allen finally connect her and Luna together again, and on the other hand I also realized why the other party didn’t remove all four finger bones at once when he was in a coma last time...

Without waiting for Allen to respond, Rowena put the cold iron pliers against Allen's chin, clamped the end of a finger bone, and then cut off the excess part of the cheek with a hand saw making a tooth-itching sound. The tremor of sawing off those finger bone parts that were actually in the mouth really made Alan's teeth itch.

Putting down the hand saw, Rowena took a deep breath and pulled out the two curved finger bones from his cheek without mercy. Allen only felt a sharp pain in his cheek.

Later, the feeling of wet liquid gushing out was blood starting to pour out again.

Obviously Ravenclaw had experience with this. After being stunned for a moment, she used the blue handkerchief that she had just wiped her mouth to wipe away the excess blood under the gaze of Ellen's eyes, which were widened due to pain and thus looked a little bulging. After roughly wiping it off, he dug a dollop of ointment into the large bowl filled with ointment and slapped it on Allen's wounds. The pain was instantly covered by a refreshing and cool feeling.

"Let's talk tomorrow, otherwise it will leave scars if it collapses again." Seeing that Allen's face was covered with cold sweat caused by the severe pain, and a lot of it gathered on his nose, Ravenclaw She wiped it on for him with her fingers, but she didn't expect that the remaining ointment on her hand got on Allen's nose, "It put a piece of dirt on your nose."

Wiping Allen's nose with his clean hand again, Rowena Ravenclaw nodded with satisfaction, as if he had completed a sculpture and looked at it... Allen twitched the corner of his mouth. Already done.

Ravenclaw, who suddenly withdrew his hand, stood there without any warning, "Boom...boom...boom..." Maggie stood next to the crucible where the potion had just been brewed, holding a small silver hammer and repairing it. The broken crucible made a very rhythmic and crisp sound.

The witch held her belly, "Well..." She frowned slightly, "I'm hungry."

"We can go down and have something to eat." Rowena Ravenclaw waved her wand, and the utensils that had been cleaned by Magi automatically flew back to the wooden box. "Don't try to talk until tomorrow, but it's better to have something to eat." It’s okay.”

As she said that, she grabbed Allen's arm, and the two of them apparated to the grass below. "Although Muggles can't see the treehouse, there are always some stupid wizards who want to be apprentices. Therefore, my treehouse has no ladders and is covered with illusion magic, so that most people can't disturb the Apparition. I don’t even want to be an apprentice... Anyway, my neighbor is also a witch, she won’t find it troublesome, and during the day, as long as someone asks for advice, she will teach them.”

Unlike the Ravenclaw treehouse, the unenchanted climate outside made Allen feel a little hot. He looked at the semi-basement-style tavern in front of him, which was transformed from a huge oak root and a mud hole. It was half Underground and half above ground. The orange light jumps out from the circular window, making it look extremely bright and warm. The entire tavern surrounds the big oak tree in a complete circle, the roof is covered with thick green lawn, and the magic garden grows on the thick layer of soil on the roof of the tavern.

"The owner of the tavern is a gourmet. She is an excellent herbalist and healer during the day, but at night, she opens a tavern. Cooking is her hobby, and she is particularly talented in food magic. This is undoubtedly a good thing , also made her very popular among wizards. She opened the door late at night, so that wizards living in towns could have a place to eat after studying magic and working for a day. The curfew set by Muggles made them unable to Try going to the local pub, this is a good place to go.”

Looking at the lively Ravenclaw, listening to what she said, judging from the time spent together, Allen felt that she was more humane now. I wonder if Luna seemed to be careless about everything. Either under the influence of divinity or nearly a thousand years of time, she has lost some of her mortal nature. In comparison, although Ravenclaw at this time looks much older than Luna, she actually feels But he was a lot younger and more energetic. Allen also roughly guessed the identity of the owner of this hotel.

"Unrestricted by time and Muggle laws and religions, when we happily fill our stomachs, in that short period of time, we wizards are casual and free. It is a way to eat without being disturbed by anyone and without any scruples. This kind of aloof behavior is the best cure that our modern wizards are equally given." Rowena Ravenclaw said in a slightly showy tone that made Allen still feel a little rustic, "She I think what you said to me is pretty good."

He led Allen to the circular door that was so green that it almost flowed out.

The door automatically rotated open, and what caught Alan's eyes was a round, low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, with the surrounding walls paneled with wood. The floor is covered with tiles and carpets, and there are shiny tables and chairs in the room. There are many coat hooks nailed around to receive the guests who come to visit. The round windows reveal swaying grass and dandelions outside. There are shiny copper decorations in many places, and there are many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsill.

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor are on the same level. The wooden door on the right is closed tightly. On the left, you can hear the sound of cooking inside. After a quick glance, I found that the wine cellar, pantry and kitchen are integrated into one. In the room, several seemingly underage wizards and a few house elves coexisted peacefully, preparing various foods for the guests outside.

Rowena Ravenclaw skillfully led Alan to find a corner to sit down in. The chair was particularly soft and came in two colors: yellow and black. The copper lamp on the wall gave off warm light, making it look warm and peaceful. Dining in this environment is undoubtedly a great enjoyment.

A kind-faced, fat red-haired lady of about thirty years old came over with a gentle smile. As soon as she saw Rowena Ravenclaw, she said complainingly: "Rowner, you are really a greedy predator. , and picking medicinal herbs from my garden, and besides, there is a horned toad missing from my kitchen, and I know their whereabouts without asking."

The owner of the tavern spoke Welsh, which was actually easier for Allen to understand than Ravenclaw's Anglo-Saxon. This also allowed Allen to completely confirm the identity of the other party, Helga Hufflepuff.

It could be seen from Hufflepuff's expression and tone that she didn't care at all about Ronai Ravenclaw's "plundering" of her. Her eyes finally fell on Allen's face, and she nodded gently to him. , leaned down and pulled Alan into a hug: "Poor boy, I'm glad to see you. Rowena picked the medicinal materials just for the injury on your face. It's really strange, but I have to check it and see. See if there were any oversights, it would be a shame if there were scars. You know, I have never seen her work as a therapist for anyone."