Hunting High School

There was supposed to be a Potions class on Thursday morning.

But Zheng Qing, who is a "sick person", doesn't need to care about this matter at all.

Today, he doesn't need to recite complicated and awkward medicine formulas before class, and he doesn't need to wear deerskin gloves to clean up the aconite ants attached to the head of aconite, and he doesn't have the risk of staying in the building where the laboratory explodes at any time .

This made him feel very happy after waking up in the morning.

So much so that the light breakfast prepared by the hospital for the patients became extra sweet in his mouth.

Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, an egg, two slices of soft bread, and a small dish of appetizers.

The golden corn grains are round, and the thick rice oil oozes out under the slow fire. When the white porcelain spoon is stirred in the bowl, you can clearly feel the vibration of the rice grains slipping from the bottom of your hand; The strong aroma diffuses on the tip of the tongue, giving people a very fulfilling sense of satisfaction.

It's just that Zheng Qing didn't have much mood to appreciate the sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Professor Yao has arranged for a teaching assistant to help him with the discharge procedures. After breakfast, he needs to go to Professor Yao's office immediately for a private consultation.

Yes, a private consultation.

When Zheng Qing heard the news clearly for the first time, he felt a little ridiculous.

"Why don't you treat Zhang Yu in the school hospital?" He looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously, his eyes resting on the gray hair and broad forehead of the teaching assistant for a moment, and asked curiously: "I remember the great therapists in the school They are all in the school hospital... Could it be that Professor Yao is also proficient in these things?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced around the ward where he was.

Early morning is the time for patients to change their dressings and receive treatment. Bright light shines through the glass windows, making the whole ward look much more lively.

Most of the curtains are now rolled up, allowing the patients to enjoy the good time.

On the hospital bed near the door, a patient whose head was covered with octopus tentacles was floating in the air. Several therapists flipped through the books in their hands, and used spells of different colors to clean up the newly grown octopus for the patient last night. foot.

Cutting, clearing, and healing, the therapists demonstrated their professionalism to Zheng Qing with a smooth rhythm.

"Your situation doesn't require big therapists to do anything." Zhang Yu didn't show any impatient look because of Zheng Qing's suspicion, and his voice was still very gentle: "Besides, even big therapists don't need it." It will be better than Professor Yao... Any senior professor in the school is proficient in some degree of healing."

Although he still had some doubts in his heart, Zheng Qing did not continue to express his objection verbally.

After swallowing the last mouthful of millet porridge, he took off his hospital gown, put on a bright red student gown, and went to the office building of the middle school of the school according to the previously agreed address.

Lao Yao's office is located at the end of the north corridor on the first floor.

The wooden door was very clean, and there were no statues of door gods hanging on the door of other offices, which made Zheng Qing's movements a little more aggravated when he knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Please come in."

Through the wooden door, Professor Yao's voice seemed a bit dull.

Zheng Qing pushed the door open and walked in. The room did not have the smoky and lifeless feeling he had expected.

The layout of the house is very simple.

The bright red hue of the whole body looks a little dazzling in the bright sunlight, like a group of burning flames.

The huge mahogany bookcase occupies an entire wall, and apart from that, there is only a red desk in the office, which can be regarded as a large piece of furniture-the furnishings here are not even the student office or some student clubs that Zheng Qing used to go to. Rich.

"Sit down first, I'll deal with this morning's report." Professor Yao sat behind the large desk, wearing a pair of small round eyes framed in gold wire, flipping through the materials at hand without looking up.

Zheng Qing didn't say a word, quietly chose a red soft leather swivel chair opposite the desk, and sat down quietly.

The professor didn't make Zheng Qing wait too long.

Soon, he put away the documents on the table, stuffed them into a drawer, and then took out another stack of documents from his hand.

"Do you know what you're here for today?" The professor raised his eyelids, glanced over the upper edge of his glasses, and glanced at Zheng Qing, then immediately lowered his eyelids, carefully flipping through the documents at hand under the bright sunlight outside.

"Mr. Zhang said, you want to help me find out what's wrong with my headache..." Zheng Qing moved his body a little awkwardly and replied in a low voice.

"Well, that's what it means..." Professor Yao didn't get too entangled in the details of Zheng Qing's words, he was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Before the specific treatment, first talk to me about your hallucinations...you What do you think?"

"Hallucinations?" Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment: "Are you referring to nightmares?"

"Sunshine, shadows, sandy beaches, strange rocks, mermaids, sirens...all kinds of things in dreams are illusory." Lao Yao raised his eyelids, and there was a bit of interest in his eyes: "Since you call it a nightmare, then It must have felt like it was bad for you."

Zheng Qing straightened up a little uneasy, and did not answer the question.

"Night." Lao Yao turned his eyes back to the books under his hands, and with a smile on his lips, he continued to ask, "Then, when did they appear?"

"Uh...a week ago?" Zheng Qing replied hesitantly: "After the first night patrol at Zhonghu Lake, I had a nightmare... But if you talk about headaches, the latest obvious attack was on the special plane to the school. "

"The last time." Old Yao repeated thoughtfully, and asked, "When was the first time?"

"Six or seven years old? Maybe a little earlier." Zheng Qing was not sure about the exact time, but deep in his memory, that severe pain seemed to run through the entire time of his childhood.

"When was the last attack?"

"It's about my age." Zheng Qing felt his face was hot, and it seemed that he couldn't give a clear answer to every question the professor asked.

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"That's almost ten years." The smile on Professor Yao's face became more and more obvious: "Ten years."

He grabbed his pipe and tapped it on the rim of the ashtray on the table.

A few blue elves flew out from nowhere and put a water glass on the desk.

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.

The liquid in the water glass rippled attractively, without a trace of color, it looked like a glass of plain water.

Professor Yao took out a blank yellow talisman paper from the drawer, dipped his fingers in cinnabar, and quickly drew a talisman.

Then he lit the talisman paper and threw it into the water cup.

The talisman paper sank when it came into contact with water, until it sank to the bottom of the water.

The light blue flame burns slowly at the bottom of the water, and a few small milky white bubbles evaporate, looking like a colorful effervescent tablet.

"Nightmare is a small problem." Professor Yao said again, his voice was very gentle: "Maybe one of your friends made a little joke for you, and cast a 'nightmare curse'... in the palm of your hand, people from the school hospital You can see it in the blink of an eye.”

Zheng Qing raised his hand, feeling a little bewildered.

"But," he couldn't hold back his curiosity, "how did I fall under this spell?"

"This Nightmare Curse is mixed with the Rain Curse... There are not many talisman masters in the wizarding world who can embed the Nightmare Curse in the Rain Curse."

Zheng Qing thought of the little Young Master of Taylor's family, and suddenly felt a sudden in his heart.

"Drink it." Lao Yao pointed to the water glass on the desk.

The talisman paper in the cup had been burned completely, and the originally clear water had also turned a little dusty.

Without hesitation, Zheng Qing took the cup and drank it down.

Different from the dry feeling he expected, this cup of talisman water tasted sweet and delicious.

"What is this?" He didn't think of this question until he finished drinking.

The wrinkles on Professor Yao's face unfolded quickly, and he showed a satisfied smile. I don't know whether he thinks Zheng Qing's question is very interesting, or he appreciates the attitude of the young public finance student.

"Pull out the rune water of the nightmare curse."

"Can't the school hospital handle it?" Zheng Qing became more and more confused: "My doctor Ma has already helped me suppress the curse."

"Nightmare can't be suppressed, it can only be cleared, and the most authoritative person in the entire First University who made this kind of spell is sitting in front of you." His tone changed, and Professor Yao's expression became a little dignified: "Your situation is more complicated... ...You are my student again, before contacting your parents, the school hospital would not dare to do anything casually."

"Want to contact the parents?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly raised a lot.

"Since I have already burned the talisman water for you, there is no need for it."

"That's good, that's good." Zheng Qing sighed softly, his expression much more relaxed.

"Nightmare is a small problem." Professor Yao repeated again: "Drink the talisman water, and there will be no problem."

Zheng Qing nodded gratefully.

"But your headache is a big trouble." The professor raised his head and said solemnly: "You have to be mentally prepared."