Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

(The contents related to traditional Chinese medicine in this chapter are fictitious and have nothing to do with real-life traditional Chinese medicine.)

Three days later.

Glenn and Autumn came to Dumbledore's office again.

"You are here?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "How do I need to cooperate with the final treatment process?"

Qiu took out a small deerskin bag from his pocket and said with a smile: "You just need to relax and be patient."

Dumbledore nodded "obediently" and sat down in the armchair.

Qiu unfolded the acupuncture bag, revealing the silver needles of different lengths inside.

"This is the family heirloom silver needle that the old patriarch gave me when I left the family. It is a bit more effective than ordinary acupuncture needles." She explained, "When the acupuncture is applied later, it will involve the top of the head.

You don’t have to worry about the four important points of Shenting, Baihui, Fengchi and Dazhui on the back of the neck, they are to protect your heart.”

"Of course I won't worry." Dumbledore said with a smile, "You have already proven your healing skills through that potion. Although the taste is a bit unacceptable, I can still really feel the effect."

Qiu couldn't help but feel amused when she thought of the scene when he was so tortured by the bitterness of the soup that he couldn't even control his expression.

"Okay, if there are no problems, we should be able to get started."

Dumbledore nodded and cast a trusting look.

Although she has mastered the master healing technique that has been certified by the system, she does not have much experience in practicing medicine. She can only rely on the knowledge in books, so she is inevitably a little nervous.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem." Glenn also encouraged.

"Hmm..." Qiu nodded and twisted out a long needle.

A burst of soft magic was emitted, and Dumbledore and Glenn looked sideways at the same time, feeling surprised in their hearts.

Although Qiu's strength is outstanding among her peers, she is still young after all, and is far inferior to famous wizards like Dumbledore. But the intensity of the magic flowing on the needle tip at this time has far exceeded what she should have

strength.

Glenn looked at her holding the silver needle and felt in a trance.

This picture is quite reminiscent of an urban medical sage.

The silver needle was inserted into the acupuncture point and gently twisted. The several-inch-long needle tip sank into his forehead. Dumbledore's eyes lit up, as if he could feel the effect of the silver needle.

With the continuous movements of his white jade hands, Dumbledore's head soon became like a hedgehog.

"Does something feel wrong?"

Another silver needle pierced the skin on the back of the neck. Qiu wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked softly.

Just protecting her heart had consumed a lot of her energy, so much so that her face turned pale.

"No." Dumbledore did not dare to shake his head, but just smiled and said, "Chinese healing techniques are really amazing. I can feel that my body is better than ever."

"That's good..." Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervousness on his face softened slightly.

"Are you okay?" Glenn asked softly with concern on his face.

Qiu turned her head and smiled at him and nodded: "I'm fine. The process of officially removing the curse will begin next."

Glenn nodded, stepped aside, and stopped disturbing.

Qiu took a deep breath, picked up the longest silver needle, took out the magic stone from her pocket, and held it tightly in her other hand.

Although the Philosopher's Stone was precious, she had no intention of coveting it. Glenn also had absolute trust in her and handed the Philosopher's Stone into her hands early.

As the greatest alchemical creation in the world, the Philosopher's Stone not only has the ability to turn stone into gold and make elixirs of life, but it can also provide wizards with a steady stream of powerful magic when needed.

This is why Qiu has the confidence to believe that she, a minor wizard, can cure Dumbledore's big problems that even Professor Snape is unable to solve.

If it weren't for the help of the magic stone, it would be difficult for even the old patriarch of the Sumire Zhang family to completely eradicate that powerful black magic curse.

There was a flash of white light, and the soft magic power emitted again.

Qiu calmed down and gently inserted the silver needle into the Neiguan point on Dumbledore's wrist.

As the silver needle penetrated, the burnt blackness on Dumbledore's ring finger suddenly changed, as if the curse hidden in it was stimulated and began to struggle for survival.

Qiu immediately frowned, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which was obviously a sign of great exertion.

At the same time, the magic stone lit up.

A wisp of black slowly swam along Dumbledore's ring finger, like a living poisonous snake swimming towards the place where the needle dropped, as if it had found the place where the threat came from.

Qiu gently twisted the silver needle, and two jade-like white lights lit up in Dumbledore's palm, like two hunters, chasing the black ray along the injured meridian.

At the moment when the two colors clashed, Dumbledore frowned.

With his strength, even without using his eyes to observe, he can completely feel the changes in magic power in his body and what is happening at this moment.

One side is the curse that has been consumed by the potion for nearly three months, and the other side is the pure power supported by the Sorcerer's Stone. When the two confront each other, Qiu's magic is obviously superior, driving the black ray back to Dumbledore's side.

On the ring finger.

The two rays of white light were like generals attacking a city. One ray swept across all corners of the hand except the ring finger, wiping out several thin lines of black energy that were so light that the color was almost invisible.

Soon, only the distinct black and white colors were left on Dumbledore's right hand, as if he was waiting for the final confrontation.

If Qiu had only relied on his own strength, the whole process might not have been like this, and there was even a possibility of being counterattacked by the black curse. But with the almost infinite magic power of the magic stone, the curse didn't even have a chance to resist slightly.

Qiu's face turned paler, obviously exhausted.

She didn't delay any longer, and another burst of magic surged, launching a general attack on Dumbledore's ring finger.

It seems that it is because of the powerful effect of the previous potion, or perhaps because of the overwhelming advantage of the magical power of the magic stone. The last trace of the black magic almost made any effective resistance, and was defeated step by step like a ravage, and was dispelled in the blink of an eye.

All.

Dumbledore's ring finger quickly returned to life. Although it was not as delicate as a baby's, there was no trace of it being dry and burnt.

A trace of dark ink-like liquid was repelled by the white light and squeezed out from the gap where the nails connected with the skin. It dripped on the marble floor of the room. With a "chi" sound, it turned into a wisp of black smoke, as if it wanted to escape.

Glenn quickly pulled out his wand and waved it lightly.

The silver light flashed, completely burying it in the air.

Qiu watched the black smoke disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, stopped transmitting magic power, and gently pulled out the silver needle.