The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

At night, after his roommates went to sleep, Lind sat at the window of the dormitory with a note in his hand, and a shadow was flying back from outside.

In the moonlight, you can see the words on the note: Remember to bring your assistant - Draco Malfoy.

His signature and the previous text don't look like they were written by the same person, which shows that he has practiced his signature. For a noble, a beautiful signature is very necessary.

Lind still remembered that in the original plot, Malfoy and Harry made an appointment to duel, and then he stood up Harry's pigeon and deliberately asked Filch to catch Harry and Ron who were deceived.

So he deliberately asked Andersen to wait at the door of the Slytherin lounge to see if Malfoy would come out.

Andersen slowly landed on the window, and Lind leaned over to his ear.

"Coo-coo--" it called in a low voice.

Malfoy really came out, with Crabbe and Goyle. It seems that Lind's words "Write a letter to your father!" poked his noble dignity.

Thinking of this, he supported his head helplessly and cursed himself loudly as a fool.

He might as well tell Malfoy with a righteous face: As a Gryffindor, I will never do such a thing as a night tour of Hogwarts.

After all, if I really duel with Malfoy, I will be famous tomorrow.

So he still thinks it is best to let Malfoy down. Thinking of this, he is actually looking forward to Malfoy's bad face tomorrow.

I think he should say that he is a softie in the group of young wizards.

Linde told Andersen to avoid Malfoy and his group when exploring the way, and then he slowly walked out of the dormitory and walked down the spiral staircase. Then he saw a familiar figure standing below, as if waiting for someone.

"Miss Jane, what are you doing outside tonight? Seeing you like this, as a Gryffindor, I will never allow any classmates to go out for a night tour." Linde spoke slowly.

Jane was relieved when she saw the person coming. She ignored what Linde said and directly stated her purpose.

"I heard what you said today. You are going out to duel, right? You don't know, wizards need an assistant for a duel. I want to go with you and be your assistant. I have wanted to beat up that Draco for a long time." She was excited.

"Yes, but I think I have an assistant, so I don't need your help." Linde had a black line on his face. He really didn't expect that this girl would be so excited about "beating people".

Jane looked like she had seen through Linde a long time ago, and waved her hand, "Okay, don't be stubborn. You don't have any friends here, and you still need an assistant! I'm afraid you wouldn't know if I hadn't told you just now that you need an assistant for a duel!"

"Indeed, I don't have many friends, but I think it's much more powerful than you as my assistant." Linde pointed at Andersen with a disdainful smile on his face. This is the expression he learned from Malfoy.

"You... go! Go by yourself. Wherever Malfoy is, there will definitely be those two followers. I'll wait to see you being beaten to the school infirmary by the three of them."

Then, she walked back to the girls' dormitory with a thump, her face flushed and she cursed.

Linde shook his head and smiled. Not to mention that he didn't intend to fight with Malfoy and his group, even if he wanted to fight, could he not beat them?

If he really couldn't beat them, he would have lived in vain for most of his life.

Linde slowly walked out of the Gryffindor common room. As usual, Andersen flew in front and Linde followed slowly behind.

Step by step, he finally came to the eighth floor of the castle. During the period, he avoided Malfoy and his group on the fourth floor, and was almost discovered by Mrs. Norris, the stinky cat. Fortunately, Andersen was smart and led it away.

Linde walked into the magic practice room as usual. Then he started today's Transfiguration practice.

Every time he practiced magic, he would get hurt to some extent. Although he had a recovery bonus when in the water, he often couldn't heal completely overnight.

So whenever he was injured, he would practice Transfiguration. After all, if Transfiguration failed, it would hurt something else...

It was almost three o'clock when he practiced. Linde picked up a dark green wand on the practice table. Then he spread out the wand in his hand and compared the difference between the two.

There was not much difference. This was the best one. After comparing for a long time, Linde exclaimed at himself.

Two identical wands, one of which he transformed with a branch through Transfiguration.

In order to make it easier for him to simulate the casting process of the spell with branches, he had already begun to try to transform different branches into the appearance of his own wand.

And today was his most successful one. He felt the magic covered on the fake wand, which should last for one or two hours.

Then, Linde put away the two wands, one real and one fake, and walked out of the Room of Requirement again, and then turned it into a swimming house and walked in again.

Lind took off his robe, revealing shocking scars on his chest and back. Many of the fragments from the puppet explosion were picked out, but sometimes he couldn't take care of them all because of the great pain.

So he basically cut open different wounds every night and took the goods from the flesh.

Most of the wounds were scabbed, but a few began to fester.

Lind first touched his left rib, where there were three small wounds and a huge wound over three centimeters.

Two of the small wounds had scabbed, and the big wound began to fester.

But these were not his goals. He placed his finger on a small wound at the bottom and pressed it gently.

"Hiss——"

As his hand pressed, the wound also felt a stinging pain under the skin.

Lind first treated the pus and blood at the wound, then used a knife to re-open some of the granulation tissue that had grown and adhered, and then took out a small pair of tweezers to try to pick out the fragments inside.

After repeating this many times, in waves of severe pain, he finally picked out the thing inside.

A small thorn of only two or three millimeters.

After picking it out, Lind finally couldn't hold the nerve, and threw the tweezers aside with trembling hands, and then took out a bag of white fresh from his robe.

He bought this at the pharmacy in Diagon Alley, and it just arrived today.

Like owls and ravens, this white fresh is actually a variety cultivated by wizards for generations with magic. Compared with the white fresh bought in the Muggle world, it is much more effective.

In the seventh part of the original book, Ron used this medicine when he was accidentally injured by Apparition.

After treating the wound, he felt the state of his body again, "There should be no other fragments inside." He thought with some relief.

But he was still not sure, because he had this thought almost every night.

Every day after processing, he thought: there should be no other fragments.

As a result, he would find abnormal pain coming from a wound during his daily life.

Lind sighed, and began to clean other festering wounds and disinfect them.

Then he rushed into the water. The cold water to others gave him a warm feeling.

He didn't come out of the water until dawn, and then disinfected the wound again, applied white water, and walked out of the room.

Happy National Day