Chapter 81: Professor, where did you hide my Philosopher’s Stone?

While Ivan was thinking hard, a gentle female voice rang in the room.

"I suggest you lie down in bed for a while when you first wake up, and it is best not to move."

Ivan turned his head and looked over, but saw Madam Pomfrey coming from the other side. The expression on her face was serious, and she was holding a big bowl in her hand, and she brought it to Ivan.

"Come on, drink this potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray-black in front of him, and there was still some unidentified muddy soup on it, with a bitter face, but still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

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"Soothe the nerves... Four-leaf clover... Rat plum..."

With up to level four knowledge of potions, Ivan quickly distinguished most of the medicinal materials contained in this gray-black soup.

is to speed up the recovery of magic power and calm the nerves...

"Well, that's right, it's basically the same, except that the tail wing of the black bat and a little snail slime are omitted. Unfortunately, I am not a teaching professor, but I can't give you extra points!" Madam Pomfrey did not expect Ivan's potion level It's so high, although I can't recognize them all, but it's already pretty good.

Hearing that there was something like snail mucus in the material, Ivan’s face changed and he almost vomited the medicine he had drunk...

This is disgusting...

"You will need to rest for a few days, so you need to drink twice a day." Madam Pomfrey said to herself as if she didn't see Ivan's uncomfortable expression.

"In addition, how did you exhaust all the magic in your body?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan very dissatisfied. "Fortunately, it was timely when Albus sent you over, otherwise you might be a dumb gun in the future."

"Such a serious problem? There are no sequelae, right?" At this time, Yifan didn't care about the nausea of ​​the potion, so he hurriedly asked.

"Not this time, but I hope this kind of thing won't happen a second time!" Madam Pomfrey said seriously.

A whole roasted golden lamb appeared on the extended long table, sprinkled with cumin, spring onion, pepper and a little sesame seeds, and next to it was thoughtful with corn flakes and apple pie. Kind of lighter foods, drinks such as lemon juice.

"Since you have been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to cushion your belly first, or else you'll break your belly, and Mrs. Pomfrey will never let me in again next time." Dumbledore walked away Stepping forward to sit on the side of the bed, he said helplessly.

was in a coma for two days? Then why haven't I starved to death?

Ivan had this idea in his mind, but quickly threw it aside.

After being hungry for so long, Ivan casually ate a few pieces of apple pie, drank some lemon juice, and then took a knife and fork to cut a piece of lamb and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that the house elves at Hogwarts are really good at craftsmanship. The skin of the lamb is roasted until it is browned and crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender. The taste of the seasoning seems to penetrate into the meat and dispel the lamb. The smell of itself...

If this kind of cooking is also a kind of magic, then he must learn how to do it.

Dumbledore sat quietly, watching Ivan's unimaginative feasting with interest, and from time to time Ivan refilled his glass after Ivan drank the lemon juice.

Maybe he was too hungry. In about half an hour, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy dinner plate. He hiccups satisfied and rests comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore did the cleaning job again, swiping his wand swept the plate away, and then returned the table where the extension spell was cast back to its original state.

Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to have come to deliver him food, and he became nervous inexplicably.

But Ivan knew very well that Dumbledore could not be given a chance to ask questions first, so he asked first. .

"Professor, where's my Philosopher's Stone? I finally snatched it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it away?"

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,

When do you plan to return the Philosopher’s Stone to me?

Dumbledore's expression took a while, and then looked at Ivan dumbfoundingly. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?