Hunting College

By convention, the first Tuesday after the Dragon Boat Festival is a day of caring for small animals.

This is not an official holiday in the wizarding world, but a habit spontaneously formed by the school students. After cleaning the silverfish on the Dragon Boat Festival, young wizards need to calm their pets' frightened mentality, so this day is gradually coming.

The Student Union has issued relevant notices to the classes very early, requesting the colleges to organize the Care Day activities on a class basis. At the regular class meeting last night, Downton also reminded this matter.

But since the end of the term is approaching, there is little interest in this.

After hearing Xiao Xiao's words, Zheng Qing's eyelids, which had been opened, slowly had the urge to stick again.

"Follow...yawn...whatever." He yawned big and wanted to turn over and sleep in a more comfortable position-well, the dormitory is a little hotter, so it should be replaced by two cool charms...tomorrow Change it again, I'm so sleepy now.

These fragmentary thoughts drifted through the wizard's mind, but his body did not turn over as expected.

Xiao Xiao grabbed his shoulders.

"Don't sleep, where did you go this afternoon? We took a seat in the library for you, but you never went. In the end, Mr. Zhang didn't look at us right... Wait, what's this about you Smell?"

Shoo.

Xiao Xiao smoked his nose, and his voice became a little puzzled:

"How does it feel a little fragrant... Have you powdered it?"

Zheng Qing's eyelids that were about to stick suddenly opened.

He sat up from the bed and said, "May the dog play with the dog, and the cat will go up the tree with the cat!"

"Huh?" The doctor had a question mark on his face.

"Didn't you just ask me about the theme of the Caring Day?" The young public-sponsored student replied solemnly: "I thought about it, and combined with our recent experience, this sentence couldn't be more appropriate."

Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes, and nodded in thought for a moment.

"Um... indeed, quite an interesting subject." After that, he lowered his head and wrote the sentence on the parchment.

When the doctor raised his head again, Zheng Qing was hanging new cool charms on the tent, and he had taken four or five fresh charms scattered on his body-no doubt, the aromas that the doctor smelled had already Dispelled by talisman paper.

"That..." The doctor raised a finger, as if to say something.

"You want some too, don't you." Zheng Qing stuffed a few cool charms in his hand very enthusiastically: "Take it, take it, although it's not enough, I'll draw two more...It won't be troublesome anyway. In such a hot day, few cool charms really can't live."

As he said, he fanned his face with his hands.

Dr. Xiao Da took a deep look at him, and finally took the talisman paper.

"It's fine if you like." He muttered and turned and left: "...Anyway, it was not me who was hacked to death in the end."

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the doctor's last words.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled on the curtains on the bed, hiding himself in the bed.

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The caring day on Tuesday was lacklustre.

There is no parade, no dance party, and no hunting competition. Except for the hundreds of themed pictorial exhibitions placed along the way from the library to the teaching building, the most watched event of the entire Care Day is the "Small Animal Protection Association" A lecture on "How to clean pet hair without using magic" by witches.

Many wizards sighed and opened their eyes for the first time seeing the anger of cats, dogs, or rabbits after being exposed to water.

"This is not caring." In the 403 dormitory, Zheng Qing couldn't help but complain when he heard Fatty Xin describe a tabby cat scratching its owner's face after being drenched in water: "This is abuse, devastation... and ravages. Do people protest their behavior?"

"You didn't see the tears on the faces of the witches who poured water on their pets." The fat man shook his stubby fingers and explained, "After seeing those tears, no one would think they were abusing their pets... On the contrary, because of their demonstration, everyone has a deeper understanding of the word'caring'."

The young public servants pouted and couldn't understand the thoughts of those witches.

"Do I need to occupy a seat in the library for you today?" The fat man changed the subject and asked curiously: "Where did you go yesterday? I wasted a whole night by giving you a seat..."

"I know, I know, the administrator of the library sees that your faces are all wrong." Zheng Qing raised his hands to signal surrender, with a helpless expression on his face: "The doctor told me yesterday... continue to occupy my seat today. If nothing happens, I will go...it's mainly the dog, which wastes too much time."

"It didn't stick to you today?" The fat man looked around.

"I told you that you can't see it anyway." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and sighed: "Plus, it was slapped a few times yesterday, making it less courageous..."

"How do you say?" The fat man habitually took out a quill and a notepad.

"It's a peeping and being caught by someone... In short, it has nothing to do with you." Zheng Qing vaguely walked out of the dormitory: "I put the magic text homework on the table, and you went to help me in the afternoon. Turn it over...I may be there later."

"Do you dare to be late for Professor Emma's class?"

"It's not late, but maybe not too early!"

"Why are you going?"

"Professor Montelia's laboratory." Zheng Qing waved back and slammed the door of the dormitory, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Fatty is good everywhere, but he is too curious. Maybe it has something to do with his part-time job.

Zheng Qing doubted very much, if the fat man also drank the transformation potion, would he be like Tuantuan.

As for going to Professor Monteria's laboratory, Zheng Qing was not just talking about it.

Yesterday, after Su Shijun provided him with three suggestions for candidates, the young public-sponsored students decided to hand over the blood test to Professor Montelia after only a simple balance. For this reason, he flew a paper crane last night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make an appointment with the professor.

The professor arranged for him to go to the laboratory at one o'clock today.

Regardless of the end of the term or the lunch break, it does not seem to have a slight impact on the Institute of Applied Magic. The corridor to the laboratory was mostly empty most of the time, and occasionally wizards in black robes passed by, hurriedly walking by without squinting.

Zheng Qing is longing for such a stable and quiet environment, but he doubts whether he can bear the boring life day after day in the laboratory-although he is still in the first grade, he has already started to graduate from school in three years. Made plans.

The small bronze door of Professor Montelia's laboratory was closed tightly.

After Zheng Qing stuffed the professor's note into the mouth of the bronze bull head of the knocker beast, it took a long time before the small door opened from the inside. But it was only half-open.

A wizard that Zheng Qing was not familiar with showed half of his body.

"What's the matter?" He was wary, his tone a little impatient.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.