Moonlight Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 82 The Return
"How could it be a magic riot?" Hermione looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, "Didn't that appear when wizards without magic first awakened?"

"All cases of magic disorder can be called a magic riot. Forget it, let's send him to Madam Pomfrey first, and the time must be fast!" Professor McGonagall said, and he jumped onto a horse with Ivan in his arms. The unicorn rushed out, and Hermione also rode a unicorn to follow. Anyway, Ivan is the most important thing now.

Soon, Ivan was brought to Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary by Professor McGonagall. After a preliminary examination, Madam Pomfrey quickly brought over a bottle of potion and wanted to pour it down for Ivan.

However, Aiwen, who was immersed in severe pain, clenched his teeth and couldn't drink the potion at all. Just when Madam Pomfrey wanted to take physical measures, Hermione hurriedly stopped her, took the potion and fed it to Ai Wen herself. Wen, Ai Wen's situation has improved a lot.

"Eat a piece of candy." Madam Pomfrey took out a piece of honey candy from the front pocket of her body and stuffed it for Hermione. Only then did Hermione belatedly realize how bitter the potion was.

"Madame Pomfrey, is Ivan okay?" Seeing that Ivan frowned again not long after, Hermione asked nervously again.

"Don't worry, it's just a normal reaction to the medicine, it's fine." Pomfrey comforted the anxious Hermione, signaling her to feel relieved.

But how to put it, sometimes I really can’t feel at ease. Life is not Qiong Yao, and it’s not that you can wake up people from a coma by playing the piano, singing a song and calling out a few words. If it can be done like this, Then why do you need a doctor? Just ask Qiong Yao.

Professor McGonagall sat by the hospital bed, stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Ivan's eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth Ivan's eyebrows. Professor McGonagall, who is usually strict, is actually a gentle person. ...

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pain,

Severe pain.

And all kinds of bizarre dreams.

I seem to be going upstream in a river, the river is very yellow, the bones in the river are floating up and down, red flowers are blooming on both sides, a strange woman with no face is stretching out her hands to him, he dodges backward instinctively , the scene suddenly shattered and then reassembled. When I looked at it, I was already sitting on the top of a mountain of corpses, with a very bitter cigarette in my mouth.

Cigarette mist spewed out of his mouth, reflecting Hermione's expressionless face. Surrounding her, red eyes appeared and disappeared, and he grabbed it forward in anger. The mist shattered, and he fell suddenly. Countless evil ravings sounded in his ears, and a huge monster composed of countless broken limbs was moving towards him, trying to fuse him into one body, so he turned around and ran back, but the surrounding light became brighter and weaker. It's getting darker, it's getting darker...

Finally, a light appeared, and Aiwen crawled forward with hands and feet...

"Well……"

Ai Wen woke up and found himself lying in a very simple room with a stone ceiling and ordinary decorations. There were really no features at all. If it wasn't for Hermione lying beside his bed, there would still be scattered With a pile of study notes, he thought he had been kidnapped.

After carefully sensing his physical condition, Aiwen found that his magic power had formed a cycle with his body, perhaps because the magic power was not enough, this cycle chain did not pass through the brain and heart... But even so, it was already very good Yes, at least my physical fitness has been greatly strengthened, and the other thing is to cast spells without a staff...

Forget it, Ivan is still used to having a magic wand, because this magic wand really makes him like it very much.

As for now...

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the decoration of this room looked familiar. After staring at the ceiling and thinking for a while, Ivan finally thought of the answer. He stretched out his fingers and cast a sleeping spell on Hermione. This silly girl must be exhausted. Come on, don't wake her up.

Sit up, put on slippers, and move Hermione to the bed, Ivan shook his head, and pushed open the small door on the wall. Outside the small door, Professor McGonagall was working hard to correct his homework. There was a sound, and he turned his head in astonishment, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

"Cough cough, Mr. McGonagall, good evening, I'd better correct your homework first." Ivan coughed lightly, then walked over and sat opposite Professor McGonagall's desk, and then put the stack in front of Professor McGonagall A part of the homework was moved over and placed in front of him.

The window in the stone room is small, but through the small window, you can still see the sky full of stars and a crescent moon as picturesque. Inside the stone room, there is a pair of teachers and students, and a touch of warmth.

Because of Professor McGonagall's teaching and Ivan's own study, it is not a problem for Ivan to correct some first and second grade homework. This helped Professor McGonagall reduce a lot of workload, so this time Professor McGonagall The homework was corrected much earlier than before, and Ai Wen also completed his task almost at the same time.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm sorry for making you worry." Moving the student's homework aside, Ivan sincerely apologized to Professor McGonagall. In any case, Professor McGonagall really cared about him, and it was indeed him this time. It's not right.

"It's okay, just be safe." Professor McGonagall wiped the corners of her eyes again with a handkerchief. That day she followed Ivan and Hermione to the Unicorn Tribe, but Ivan and Hermione rushed in directly because of Lawrence's help. , but she was blocked outside. When someone came to pick her up, the first thing she saw was the spit out Aiwen passed out on the ground. How could she not be worried?
As for what happened to Aiwen there, she didn't ask, and she wasn't going to ask. Everyone has secrets, and she is no exception, and Aiwen is naturally no exception.

It's just that this time it's different. She didn't ask, and Ivan had already told Professor McGonagall about the general matter. If Professor McGonagall didn't ask, it was because of his trust in him, and Ivan chose to say it, but also for Professor McGonagall. The trust, of course, must have been cut.

In this regard, Ivan has no other requirements. He only asks Professor McGonagall to keep him secret. He can naturally trust Professor McGonagall's character. If he agrees to keep him secret, even Dumbledore will not explain.

And Professor McGonagall was also very surprised by Ivan's experience. When Ivan finally said that he gave the green mark to Aishara, Professor McGonagall nodded and looked at Ivan with more satisfaction.

"It turned out that the magic riot was caused by a large lack of magic power. No wonder you were in a coma for a month this time." Professor McGonagall put a cup of milk tea in front of Ivan, said thoughtfully, and just took a sip Ivan of the milk tea almost didn't spit out.

"One month? How is it possible?" Ivan still said it was hard to believe.

"It's a month, my dear." Professor McGonagall raised his eyes and shattered his unrealistic fantasy again, "Okay, it's late, you and Hermione are resting here for the time being, and tomorrow Go to class!"

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PS: Although Professor McGonagall is very strict, his emotional fluctuations are sometimes really violent.

(End of this chapter)