The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 61 Gathering the Wool

[The system is a serious system, and the potions are also serious potions]

Love looked at the formula of the magic tonic potion and couldn't calm down for a long time.

He now needs to find a way to obtain the witch's physical medium.

Hair, nails and body fluids!

All three media can be used to prepare magic replenishing potions, but the difficulty of obtaining these three media is very different. Not to mention nails, which are mediums that cannot be easily separated, we only talk about body fluids and hair, although blood, sweat, **

And various metabolic fluids are body fluids, but these are not easily accessible to Love.

He couldn't trick the little witch into the bathtub and then wait for them to leave and have a drink, right? He was not a professional basketball forward who had won an NBA championship, and he had no interest in the bath water.

Obviously, hair is the easiest to obtain among these three items. The little witches of Gryffindor House lose a lot of hair every day. As long as Loveken collects it, he can still pick up a lot of it in the common room, but

He refused.

Love didn't want to add these unidentified hairs to his potion.

This is a potion that needs to be put into the mouth. What should I do if I accidentally pick up a boy’s hair? What if the girl didn’t wash her hair? How unhygienic!

"Huh? Why can't the physical medium of wizards work?" Thinking of this, Love was a little confused: Is it because he is a boy? What if his biological gender is male and his psychological gender is female, or his biological gender is female and his psychological gender is male

, will the formula of the potion change?

Love scratched his chin and asked, "I mean, can I help you comb your hair?"

Hermione's face suddenly turned red, and her tone became unnatural: "We are students, we should focus on studying instead of thinking about dressing up every day!"

She made up a lame excuse, but Love agreed.

Hermione:......

Next to them, Ron and Harry's chess game slowed down significantly. Ron didn't even notice that Harry had made two consecutive moves. They both stretched their ears, wanting to hear some gossip.

Love inserted the wooden comb into the ends of his hair and combed it patiently. Soon some unruly hair strands were combed out and put into Love's pocket.

"What's wrong?" Hermione turned her head and looked at Love, wondering why he suddenly called her name.

Hermione looked up at him and found that he was really happy.

This is just a strong statement, but at first glance it makes some sense.

The lights in the lounge were dim, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, and coupled with the comfortable touch, Hermione even felt a little drowsy.

But no matter what, in order to make his magic replenishing potion not so unacceptable, he needed to act quickly. His eyes fell on Hermione sitting next to him. She was watching Harry and Ron playing wizard chess.

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To Love, these few seconds were longer than hours, and time seemed to have stopped. It was not until Hermione responded that it resumed its flow.

Very suitable object.

Hermione's ears turned red when she heard what Love said. She lowered her eyes and did not respond to him immediately.

He couldn't ask for it!

"Great, it's getting late. I'm going back to rest first. See you after the holiday!" After making an agreement with Love, Hermione jumped up from the chair and ran back upstairs.

"It looks much neater." Love was very satisfied with his work, and at the same time, he quietly stuffed a bunch of brown hair into the pocket of his robe.

Love moved the stool behind Hermione's seat and gently pulled up her hair. Harry and Ron on the other side watched the wizard's chess with a philosophical sense of Go.

"Thank you." Hermione didn't see Love's little move. She thanked him and then plucked up the courage to ask: "Hey, if I can trouble you in the future, um... I'm actually not very good at doing hair, your skills are good.

Not bad.”

Hermione was born in the year of Sheep, so does this count as shedding wool? Love suddenly had a strange idea.

Somehow, she also became happy. The girl smiled and said, "Thank you for the hard work."

"I mean, um, comb your hair more naturally before going home. I didn't say your current hair style doesn't look good, but, uh, it's Christmas..." Love was very nervous inside: he felt that his proposal seemed

Somewhat presumptuously, he now felt that the operation of searching for a few unknown hairs from the carpet was not unacceptable.

The brown hair looks fluffy, but after you use it, it has a soft feeling. It seems that the fluff is just on the surface, but it is extremely delicate on the inside. More importantly, there is a faint fragrance in the hair, which makes people feel out of thin air.

Feeling somewhat good about it.

Love's eyes fell on Hermione's obviously disheveled brown hair.

"Do you usually comb your hair?" Love asked.

"If you have time, that's okay." Hermione finally gave the answer after thinking for a few seconds.

"Hermione~" Love moved the stool next to Hermione's seat and called her name softly.

"Of course I know how to comb it!" she replied angrily. It's not that Hermione's unruly hair cannot be dealt with, but if she wants to comb it smoothly, it will take a lot of time and energy. She doesn't want to go back and forth.

Regardless, the girl's hair remained slightly disheveled.

"Really? That's great!" Love was very happy, because his magic replenishing potion was now available. He didn't need any strange or strange hairs, he could just use Hermione's! This is really great.

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Hermione dug out a wooden comb from her robe pocket and handed it to Love.

After a while, she felt Love playing with her hair. The boy held a rubber band in one hand, and pulled up Hermione's hair with the other hand, twisting it around and twisting it into a simple ponytail.

It's tied up.

Hermione sat in her position, feeling the wooden teeth passing over her head. Occasionally there would be a feeling of obstruction, but the young man behind her patiently eliminated these obstacles one by one, giving her an extremely comfortable experience, almost like a massage.

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A happy smile appeared on Love's face: There is a stable supply of magic potion! Wool can be harvested every day!

Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to each other, looked at each other in confusion, with only one thought in their minds: Isn't Love too idle? Isn't it troublesome to comb Hermione's hair every day? With the amount of hair she has, it would take a lot of effort to look at it.

Ron glanced at Love, who seemed to be in a good mood, and sighed - what a poor kid, forced to do such hard work, shouldn't he use this time to play wizard chess?

Love didn't know what his two friends were thinking. He just wanted to find a place to prepare the magic tonic potion quickly, and then taste it and test its efficacy.

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The second update, good night everyone, see you tomorrow at 12 noon!

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