Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

After Madam Pomfrey left, the little badgers sat around and began to process the medicinal materials.

In this regard, it seems that Chinese medicine and Western medicine are still somewhat similar. It is necessary to select the appropriate part of the medicinal materials to make medicine.

It's just that the wizard's medicinal ingredients have an indescribable taste...

The smell is quite touching.

Hermione put the cooled potion into a bottle and handed it to Parvati, who was hiding behind the curtain and sulking. She thanked him angrily and drank it all in one gulp.

Although the little badgers did not see her beard disappear, it can be seen from Parvati's action of opening the curtain that the antidote was quite effective?

The four of them lowered their heads and continued to deal with the work at hand.

The main reason is that Hermione is quite busy. A potion needs to be boiled for two hours, and it needs to be stirred constantly during the process. Although compared to the Felixir, this time is negligible, but if you boil one pot in the end, it will only If it can produce one potion, the efficiency is a bit ridiculously low.

Robert proposed using an automatic crucible, but I wonder if Hermione was influenced by Professor Snape and started to oppose the use of automatic crucibles.

Seeing her objection, Robert didn't mention the matter again, and got her a big, comfortable chair to lean on so that she wouldn't be so tired.

Crucibles and automatic crucibles are like making fried dumplings in a frying pan or an electric pan. Even if you know that you can quickly and perfectly make fried dumplings by throwing them into the pan, you still feel...

Can food made with an electric baking pan be eaten?

This is probably the disdain coming from professionals, although for ordinary people, the electric baking pan is really a life-saving tool!

But why do I always have to touch the pan every time I cook...

Sure enough, this is the joy of cooking!

After Madam Pomfrey walked around and carefully checked the conditions of the little wizards, she returned to the operation room and found that the little badgers were moving quite smoothly. After handling the magic plants, they had already taken out the crucible. Helped with preliminary processing of medicinal materials.

Although there is no talent in potions, if given specific operating procedures, wizards who pass the test can still make finished products. However, there are some wizards who have no talent, they have no AC number, and they dare to throw anything into the crucible. It's like the rebound after being suppressed by a professor in school.

Aren't you forbidding me to do this or that in class? !

I'm here by myself! Home! Do!

You can't take care of me, can you?

Then he successfully entered St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and received a gift package of being surrounded by healers for several days.

To be honest, there are so many wizards sent to St. Mungo's every year, but there are still people who enjoy it and are proud of it.

This is not made up. Mr. Lovegood discovered it accidentally and brought the topic to "Weird Weekly". As a result, the topic continued for several months. Even now, some people still mention "Weird Weekly" from time to time. News like "I was sent to St. Mungo's for taking the wrong potion that I prepared" were sent to the editorial office, as if wizards had tacitly acknowledged that it was an honor to live in St. Mungo's.

The brain circuit is very strange.

Throughout the day, they were preparing various magic potions, some of which were antidotes to age-promoting agents. This thing was not something that could be finished in just one sip. Instead, one needed to drink it for several days, observe the condition, and adjust the formula in a timely manner, so it was a bit Troublesome, but the other people's injuries are a bit weird.

There was also someone who seemed to have put a curse on the Goblet of Fire, but was ejected and the curse backfired. He was lying on the hospital bed like a mummy, and Madam Pomfrey had to tell from his physical features what this guy was doing. What kind of curse is it? Even the curse can't be solved to save him.

After finally tidying up these young men, Madam Pomfrey let a few young wizards leave.

However, as soon as the four of them walked out of the operation room, they heard a Beauxbatons girl whisper, "The medical conditions at Hogwarts are really poor. Even this kind of thing requires students to help."

"Yes, in Beauxbatons, we have a team of twelve healers alone."

The girl in the next bed asked enviously, "Really? Doesn't that mean your medical conditions are very good?"

"Yes, the ward is very spacious. There will never be a situation where we have to use the Seamless Stretching Charm because there are too many people admitted."

"Wow, that sounds great!"

"And the therapists are very gentle and don't yell at us."

"Wow!"

"They will wear light blue or light pink treatment uniforms and look very professional."

A bunch of envious voices sounded.

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but taunted, "If you think the therapists at Beauxbatons are more professional than Madam Pomfrey, you can transfer there next semester. I'm really sorry, You have been kept in such a low-level treatment environment."

Hearing her sarcasm, a few girls realized that they seemed to have said something that was not conducive to their school, but other girls were not so polite and said bluntly, "We just feel that the magic you configured The medicine won’t work, Miss Granger, Madam Pomfrey is a licensed healer after all, who are you! You’re obviously just a fourth-year brat!”

As they said this, they were still laughing and joking, and seemed to think that what they said made sense.

It makes people very angry.

"If you think the potion I prepared is not good, you don't have to drink it." Hermione said angrily, "There's no need to laugh at me here."

"We drink your potion just to pity you." The girl said with a smile, "When you graduate, let alone making potions, it will be a question of whether you can live in the magical world."

"Judging from her appearance, she probably wants to marry into a pure-blood family. After all, she is very close to the Weasley family."

"The Weasley family is a bunch of poor people. After she gets married, she will be just like that chubby lady, busy from morning to night..."

"Ha, maybe in a few years, she won't even know what Jin Gallon is..."

"Looking at her buck teeth, she could just go to Diagon Alley and make money performing as a beaver."

These guys were getting more and more exaggerated, while several Beauxbatons girls stepped aside silently, frowning, obviously not wanting to get involved.

Hermione's eyes widened. She had no idea that after a hard day's work, helping these guys prepare potions, she would receive such a comment. She was stunned for a moment.

"Please take back what you just said, Barbara." Robert pulled the little girl behind him. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that any magic spell will come out of my wand."

The girl sneered and opened her mouth to say something. At this moment, a wind blade slashed across her cheek, and blood slowly seeped out from the corner of her mouth.

"Sorry, my hands were shaking just now." Robert's face was expressionless, and his tone was a bit colder. "Then let's continue. Miss Barbara, can you take back what you just said and tell Mrs. Weasley and Granger Where's the apology, miss?"