Spell Players at Hogwarts

It's still the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, and it's still that familiar room.

The white curtains were blown by the breeze, and amidst the swaying light and shadow, on the white hospital bed, there were things that Professor Nut had not yet sorted out.

Whether he was a professor at Hogwarts or teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, he always thought back to his experience that day, the earnest invitation from Mr. Albus Dumbledore, an old headmaster who was known as the greatest white wizard of our time.

It must be admitted that this is a good opportunity.

Especially when Dumbledore promised five insurances, one housing fund, and a super-standard professor's salary. More importantly, according to Dumbledore's experience over the years, as long as he didn't work for a full year, the curse would not catch him.

As long as you resign safely one month before the end of the term, you can still add the title of Hogwarts professor to your name.

However, no one said that this curse would take effect so quickly?

According to the market situation, doesn’t everyone get into trouble near the end of the semester?

But why...why did it become like this?

Lying on the bed, feeling the slowly recovering strength in your body.

Just the day before yesterday, just by walking down the stairs, you can break your foot. Can you believe it?

How far is it to go to the campus hospital?

I had to crawl back by myself. Why are there so many oil paintings in Hogwarts?

What's the use of a bunch of people who only gossip?

How can it be repaired!

"Professor Nutt, it's time to take your medicine."

The door to the school infirmary was pushed open, and Madam Pomfrey walked in with a disgusting look on her face, carrying a bowl of dark brown mud-like substance.

What TM flavor does not affect the efficacy of the medicine?

If St. Mungo's always fed shit to patients, they would have been complained about, right?

"Mrs. Pomfrey..." Professor Nut's face was full of bitterness, "Actually, you can call me Robert..."

"I said, take the medicine!" Madam Pomfrey slammed the bowl on the table, "As long as you take it today, you can be discharged from the hospital. Really, you can't even resist such a little curse. They also forced me to use whole Ream beef bone powder.”

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore say that he... reimbursed..." Looking at Madam Pomfrey's unkind eyes, Professor Nutt swallowed. For this old man who had mastered his own health password since school, Therapist, it's impossible not to be scared.

Even though he rarely came here during the three years of school, Professor Nut still could not forget the white smoke coming out of his head.

That’s all the therapist’s deep love!

Professor Nut shut his mouth sensibly. Anyway...it doesn't matter whether he reimburses him or not, or he calls himself Nat.

Is resisting something more important than being comfortable today?

Picking up the bowl, he poured the smelly mud into the bottom of the bowl, feeling the burning sensation in his throat. After enduring it for five seconds, a turbid gas with an unknown color came out of Nat's mouth. squirt.

In life, you are either being fed shit or on the way to being fed. You have to choose one of the two, but isn’t the end result still the same?

"Oh, so are you. Why can't you think of applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position? You weren't that bad when you were in school. I remember you were the first in your grade at that time, right?"

"just one time."

"That's very rare. Not everyone can get this honor from Lily. In seven years, it was only the year you first came... Forget it, poor Lily, I asked her not to follow Bo Especially that brat, but she just didn’t listen, so I told her to stay away from Dumbledore..."

Madam Pomfrey did not continue. Thinking back to the girl who could help in the school infirmary and was also skilled in brewing various healing potions, Madam Pomfrey felt filled with regret.

"It's all over." Professor Nut said with a deep expression, "Won't that child also come to Hogwarts next year?"

"That's a poor child." Madam Pomfrey regained her indifferent expression, "Those who are targeted by Dumbledore will not get any good results."

"Uh……"

Professor Nutt didn't answer. In all of Hogwarts, I'm afraid this lady who holds everyone's health password is the only one who can brazenly praise her immediate boss, right?

However, just as the two fell into silence, the noise in the corridor made Madam Pomfrey frown.

In the Hogwarts Infirmary, silence is always the first rule here.

"It must be those brats from Gryffindor again. They are fighting with the Slytherin team again?"

Madam Pomfrey's anger turned into a triple plus.

"This is the first week of school..."

"Charlie and those bastards Wood, don't you know? They come to my place even more often than your Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Madam Pomfrey said without hesitation, as a Quidditch player As the backbone of the team, it is normal to report to the school doctor's office every day, right?

Professor Nut felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he still couldn't answer the specific problem.

After all, this is no longer the days when the Predator Four were swaggering around.

At this time, the sounds in the corridor became clearer and clearer.

"Everyone, please line up and let me go first!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Professor Nut's expression suddenly became erratic.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing the unconscious curve of Nat's mouth, Madam Pomfrey felt a little baffled.

"Nothing, I want to say something happy." Professor Nut said seriously, and at this moment, a fair-skinned boy appeared at the door of the school doctor's office.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, where are you? Come and save Professor Snape, otherwise the Hogwarts education system will be paralyzed."

Madam Pomfrey walked out of the white curtains with a surprised look on her face. Immediately afterwards, at the gate, the boy who had sent Professor Nut over was standing there obediently.

Behind him, three corpse-like guys were floating in the air, controlled by a wand.

As for the position further back, there are rows of little wizards, boys and girls, all standing in line with grins on their faces. The red patches on their faces have not faded, and a few restless little ones even want to use their hands. Go and touch them, but judging from the way they restrained themselves, they must have been warned well.

As for those three bodies... three people?

Madam Pomfrey, who is from Hogwarts, should know everyone. I have never heard of anyone coming to school with a bald head?

"What...what's going on, and where is Professor Snape?"

Madam Pomfrey walked over quickly, "Also, what are these burns? You are not allowed to scratch them with your hands. If you want to leave scars in the future, you can do so."