Sword and Magic and Taxi

Back at Hogwarts, Zhao Mai still had some time to worry about the magic drugstore before school officially started. Most of his funds are used for testing and making flu medicines, and there are some gems and gold left, but he does not want to be exploited by the goblins of Gringotts, so there is nothing wrong with using it for life. He wants to conduct research and Cultivation is a little stretched.

　　 Poor culture and wealth is a big truth. It takes a lot of resources to break through the limits of body and spirit. Fortunately, Zhao Mai is a druid. The natural force's healing ability saves him a lot of consumption of medicines, and the magical aspect is mainly to communicate with the natural will, and command after forming mutual understanding, instead of researching like a wizard. The principle of each spell, this can also save a lot of costs.

　　 Originally, Zhao Mai thought that his flu prescription could bring some income, even if it was just to recover the cost. Unexpectedly, after the Allied powers were mainly the United States and Britain taking his prescription, there would be no more. The flu outside is still fierce, and it seems to be getting worse. Although some prescriptions have appeared, none of them are as targeted as those made by Zhao Mai.

　　 "How's Edith, she's still in Oxford, is she safe lately?" Zhao Mai asked Tolkien when he saw Tolkien. Tolkien is very busy recently. In addition to writing articles, he seems to be helping the Ministry of Magic "translate" some Muggle world things into a guiding outline that is easy for wizards to understand. Zhao Mai also "caught" Tolkien in the cafeteria several times.

"She is fine now, doing some temporary work at school. I have prepared some flu medicines, and she mixed them in the school drinking water, which can also play a role in preventing and preventing recurrence. It is a pity that the number of medicines is too large. Less, Edith always hopes to get more, but..." Tolkien looked at Zhao Mai and sighed for a long time: "The materials in the Potions Store are all out of stock, and the government has nothing to follow. "

"This shows that the opponent has come in front of us." Zhao Mai said to Tolkien: "I went to the forbidden forest to collect medicine not long ago and met the centaur tribe inside. They were also infested by the Spanish flu, and the earliest time of onset It was earlier than the people outside. The people did not like to leave the forbidden forest, but two of them were missing. According to their chief, both of them had symptoms at the time and were probably taken away."

　　 "Do you mean that it is possible that horses and horses are the original source of disease?"

"It's not necessarily that they are the first, but they should be the earliest known." Zhao Mai said: "If you believe in Chief Centaur, you must know that only wizards can enter the Forbidden Forest, then the whole thing is likely to be wizards. made."

"Wizards poison humans, this is unlikely, right? If the wizards did it, what is their purpose? The whole incident is not good for the wizards, and they themselves will be infected with this disease, or they may die." Elkin shook his head: "I don't believe this was initiated by a wizard, and the curse you mentioned, although it looks like a curse, but I have checked it, and there is no similar effect. It’s hard to be sure that it comes from a wizard, right?"

　　 "Do you only believe in absolutely certain evidence?"

"I believe in the solid evidence, and I also believe in you, Mike. But sometimes you always think things too badly." Tolkien said: "Rather than spend a lot of brainpower on guessing, it is better to worry about it soon. Sorting ceremony. I hope to be able to enter Gryffindor, how about you?"

"It doesn't matter, either." Zhao Mai saw that Tolkien was really not interested in discussing the flu conspiracy, so he no longer reluctantly turned the topic back to the magic school: "I can take any class, which college to go to. It’s okay. But I hope everyone can be in the same college so that they can take care of each other and there will be no conflicts due to competition between colleges.”

"Clashes? Even if the children do, we certainly won't." Tolkien smiled and said, "Ah, I am going to class with middle school students again. It feels weird. Fortunately, I am old enough. Now, you can take the ultimate wizard rank exam and graduate at any time without having to really endure so many years. This is the only good news. By the way, when are you going to complete the exam?"

"Me? You also know what my spell is, how could I have passed the test?" Zhao Mai smiled bitterly, and then said: "No one thought that the spell you invented for me would really work, but this also proved I can't use the spells of the current wizards to cast spells. Unless the Ministry of Magic is more open one day and is willing to modify the exam standards, I may have to repeat the grade forever."

　　 "Always an eighth-grade senior." Tolkien couldn't help but smile, the smile under his mustache clearly visible. Every time he talks about magic spells, he is quite proud, after all, not everyone can create a real magic language. Zhao Mai was very cautious about this matter, and hoped Tolkien would not say anything. However, Tolkien believes that this is due to Zhao Mai's consistent character: He always seems to view the world from the perspective of conspiracy theory ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ thinks things badly. Although the most comprehensive and far-reaching arrangement can be made from this perspective, isn't it too unhappy to live like that?

　　 Tolkien likes linguistics, especially the creation of various languages, and gives these languages ​​a historical accumulation. A civilization without stories, legends, and myths is empty, and so is language. Therefore, based on his experience on the battlefield, and also to commemorate the friends who died on the battlefield, he began to write "The Lost Story", celebrating the birth of a spell language by creating a legend. He sent the draft of the story together with the spells back home for his wife to collect, and hoped that she would also participate and help him inspire inspiration.

　　 When the first draft of the book was finished, he decided to show it to Zhao Mai as a gift to commemorate their friendship. Since it's a gift, it's better to be accompanied by a surprise, so keep it secret for now. He smiled, thinking about Mike's expression when he received the gift.

　　 "Eternal eighth grade is actually nothing. I found out that doing magic research is not as good as Hogwarts outside." Zhao Mai has heard about eighth grade too many times, and he has long since become indifferent. Even if he can never graduate, it is because of the examination system, and it does not mean that he is inadequate. "There are potions garden, various laboratories, large libraries, cafeterias, and a relatively isolated environment. Moreover, I go to class if I want to, and run away if I don’t want to. Do you think there is a better life than this? ?"

　　 "You're not saved!" Tolkien shook his head, packed his dinner plate, and left.