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Han Zifeng hit her a few more times before stopping, looking at her paws, and at Snape, and suddenly laughed: "You're stupid, you're stupid, my aunt is born to ban demons. Hahaha, hahahaha ."

Everyone was speechless, and Snape couldn't help but cover his face. Zifeng received the anti-allergic potion and sighed calmly. Then, he collapsed immediately. She only had time to say: "What a trap!"

Everyone's attempt is to consider whether taking allergens will cause death. After Zifeng drank a bottle of magic potion, she discovered a tragic thing, that is, she was allergic to the magic potion.

At this time, Snape also looked at the therapist with doubts. He picked up the bottle of the anti-allergic potion and smelled it: "The anti-allergic potion has not expired. Although there are slight flaws in the brewing process, it is effective." No problem." He was silent for a long time and asked the therapist: "Is this child allergic to magic medicine?"

The healer was so sweaty that he quickly found a more advanced magic healer. Seeing the dying man, the great healer asked: "What's going on?"

The therapist said: "When this child came, she had a simple allergy. I gave her anti-allergic medicine, and the child immediately became like this. We suspect that she is allergic to the magic medicine."

The great therapist was not well. In other words, this child was simply allergic to drugs, which would be fatal. It’s just that the problem is very embarrassing now. There is no need for magic medicine to treat it, but magic treatment alone. Forget it, for the honor of St. Mungo’s, the great therapist called several therapists to help Zifeng treat it together.

All the great therapists said that this child is really cheating! Zifeng felt that several strands of bright power entered her body and helped her get rid of the negative power brought by the potion.

It's just that foreign things are foreign. In her opinion, those powers are somewhat of a drop in the bucket. She still has some understanding of magic, so she simply uses the power of magic to form enough power in her body and then burst out violently.

She also straightened her body and started to move suddenly. Not to mention, this wave scared the therapists quite a bit. Zifeng looked at the condition of his body and realized he was alive.

The previous therapist asked, “Are you okay?”

Zifeng shook his head and said, "It's true. I should be allergic to magic potions. I don't know if I'm allergic to magical creatures. So the energy you just put into my body, the white one, is it holy light?"

The therapist replied: "You can understand it this way, it is the light of healing."

Zifeng nodded and said: "Oh, I will do it. Next time if I have allergies, just flash it and it will be fine. Hmm."

The therapist nodded: "That's fine. Your illness has recovered and you can be discharged."

Zifeng asked unhappily: "So I am disliked by you, right?"

Snape replied coldly: "Very well, Miss Snape, you almost made St. Mungo's face my sky-high compensation claim. What is your situation?"

Zifeng thought about it and said: "To put it simply, no, according to Muggles, when the parents are the same, if a child has magical talent, then the magical gene is dominant. What you call a squib, the gene is recessive. Sexually. This means that the descendants of Squibs can still become wizards."

Everyone nodded, and Zifeng said calmly: "However, my genes are obviously mutated. In other words, although my magic genes are dominant, my resistance to magic medicine is recessive, so I'm allergic to most potions. If I touch elves, it's okay, but that means I'm not allergic to elves, so I'm going to do a good experiment to find out if I'm allergic to them."

The nurse at St. Mungo's was speechless, but she understood what the child meant. After he and Snape left St. Mungo's, Zifeng asked: "My dear uncle, do you want to give your poor niece some compensation?"

Snape looked at the little guy and asked, "Tell me, what do you want? Can you touch the thing in my hand?"

Zifeng said calmly: "Let me get a bottle of vampire blood. I will do research on the blood of vampires with higher levels who can turn into bats."

Snape: "Research on what?"

Zifeng replied: "As for the difference between Western vampires and Eastern zombies, it is rare to compare blood samples."

Snape said speechlessly: "You can go to Mr. Burke's magic shop to look for it."

Zifeng: "Oh, so you don't plan to pay for it. How stingy. By the way, that's where Bell bought it."

Snape: "What do you think, having the same name as an elf?"

Zifeng said speechlessly: "Oh, just like Dumbledore found you, you didn't know my surname was Snape. Only when I saw the recipient of the letter did I know what my correct name was." After saying this, she still looked down upon her. Look at Snape.

Thinking about it, she asked: "Okay, uncle, let me ask you some professional questions. I know that there are dragon leather gloves for protective hands, but do you know the gloves that you wear every day? Also, do you know where you can find masks that you wear every day, or Say, gas mask?”

Snape was laughed at for a moment, but he actually laughed. He shook his head and said, "Okay, I am the only one who can help you buy these things. I firmly believe that taking my Potions class will be a disaster for you. "

Zifeng shook his head: "No, no, no, it should be your disaster. I will turn your potions class into a blasting class. His cooking skills are quite impressive."

Snape covered his face and replied: "Oh, what a sad news. You have not inherited any of the good genes of the Prince family."

Zifeng tilted her head: "What do you mean? I know that grandma should be called Eileen Prince, and grandpa is a rotten alcoholic Muggle, so what do you want to say?"

Snape suddenly asked: "Are you really Chibel Snape?"

Zifeng scratched his head and said: "Well, that's right? Anyway, my current body belongs to Qibbel Snape, and the me you recognize is also Qibbel Snape. And what I will do in the future, Good things and bad things are all Qibel Snape's fault. By the way, since that's the case, I'll let you go for yourself. Anyway, if you kill the noseless one, everyone will be better off."

Snape's eyes became wary: "No nose?"

Zifeng replied: "The owner of the one on your arm, please show me the mark."

Snape opened his clothes, revealing two smooth arms with no hair at all. Zifeng was frustrated: "You really can't see it?"

Snape asked: "Let yourself go?"

Zifeng replied calmly: "Oh, the boy you protect will eventually die. This is a matter of skill."

Snape looked at Zifeng coldly and asked, "What do you know?"