Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 81: Professor, Where Did You Hide My Philosopher's Stone? - Novel Cool

Chapter 81: Professor, Where Did You Hide My Philosopher's Stone?

Chapter 81: Professor, Where Did You Hide My Philosopher's Stone?

Just as Ivan was deep in thought, a gentle female voice echoed in the room.

"I suggest you stay in bed a bit longer after waking up, and try not to move around."

Ivan turned his head and saw Madam Pomfrey approaching from the other side. Her expression was serious, and she was holding a large bowl, which she placed in front of Ivan.

"Here, drink this Potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray-black liquid with some unknown sediment, and his face contorted in distaste. However, he obediently picked up the Potion and drank it down.

The Potion in the Wizarding world tasted no better, which might have something to do with the strange ingredients used.

"Calming Flower, Four-Leaf Clover, and Rat Tails..."

Thanks to his Fourth-Year Potions Level knowledge, Ivan quickly identified most of the herbs in the gray-black liquid.

They were all for accelerating magical energy recovery and calming the mind.

"Hmm, well said. It's mostly these, but you missed the black bat's wing and a bit of snail slime. Unfortunately, I’m not a teaching Professor, so I can't give you any House Points!" Madam Pomfrey was surprised by Ivan's high level of Potions knowledge. Although he didn't identify everything, it was still impressive.

Hearing that snail slime was one of the ingredients, Ivan's face turned pale, and he almost vomited the Potion he had just swallowed.

That's so disgusting.

"You need to rest for a few days, so you'll need to drink this twice a day." Madam Pomfrey continued, seemingly oblivious to Ivan's discomfort.

"Also, how did you manage to completely deplete your magical energy?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan with disapproval. "Fortunately, Albus brought you here in time, otherwise you might have become a Squib."

"Really that serious? So there are no aftereffects?" Ivan, now more concerned about his health than the Potion's taste, quickly asked.

"Not this time, but I hope this doesn't happen again!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly.

Ivan nodded rapidly, like a chicken pecking at grain.

Whether Madam Pomfrey was exaggerating or not, he definitely didn't have the courage to try it again.

Actually, if he hadn't forced himself to take a kill earlier, he wouldn't have drained his magical energy so completely.

After Madam Pomfrey finished her long list of precautions and instructed Ivan to rest, she took the empty bowl and left, muttering about how he managed to get into such a state in the supposedly safe Hogwarts.

Safe?

Ivan's lips twitched. This semester, he had encountered trolls, Dragons, Unicorns, and even the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. How could this be considered safe?

What would other places be like?

Ivan kept grumbling in his mind when the hospital's door opened again, and Dumbledore entered.

The old Headmaster was wearing a striking purple robe with a deep red scarf around his neck, looking quite cheerful. He chatted briefly with Madam Pomfrey at the door before walking over to Ivan.

Ivan once again activated his Occlumency, reluctantly spending a hundred House Points to activate the Trial Card mode. He couldn't help it; his Occlumency level was still too low.

However, Dumbledore didn't start with a deep, meaningful conversation as Ivan had expected. Instead, he tapped the long table beside him with his wand, extending it into a semicircular dining table.

The snacks and cards on the table seemed to come to life, hopping and skipping to stack themselves against the wall, clearing out a large space.

Ivan watched the smooth and seamless wandless Magic with envy, wondering how long it would take him to achieve such skill.

"Although Madam Pomfrey thinks you should eat something lighter, I still think it's best to ask for your opinion first. What would you like to eat?" Dumbledore asked, as elegantly as a waiter in a high-end restaurant.

"I'll have a Roast Lamb, extra Cumin and Chili Pepper, please!" Ivan said.

Dumbledore paused, intending to suggest something less greasy, but since he had already asked, he could only reluctantly wave his wand to fulfill Ivan's request.

A whole golden, oily lamb appeared on the extended table, sprinkled with Cumin, Green Onion, Sichuan Pepper, and a bit of Sesame Seeds. Alongside it were lighter foods like Cornflakes and Apple Pie, and beverages like Lemon Juice.

"Given that you've been unconscious for two days, I think you should eat something else to line your stomach first. Otherwise, if you get sick, Madam Pomfrey won't let me in here again", Dumbledore said as he walked over and sat by the bed, sounding somewhat exasperated.

Unconscious for two days? How come I haven't starved to death yet?

This thought flashed through Ivan's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

After going so long without food, Ivan casually ate a few pieces of Apple Pie and drank some Lemon Juice, then picked up his knife and fork to cut a piece of lamb and put it in his mouth.

It had to be said that the House-Elves at Hogwarts were truly exceptional chefs. The lamb's skin was crispy and golden, while the meat inside was tender and juicy, with the flavors of the seasonings fully absorbed, masking the gamy taste of the meat.

If this kind of cooking was a form of magic, he would definitely want to learn it.

Dumbledore sat quietly beside him, watching with interest as Ivan indulged in his meal without any regard for his appearance, occasionally refilling his Lemon Juice when he finished it.

Perhaps because he was so hungry, Ivan cleared the table of all the food in about half an hour, leaving only a messy plate. He let out a satisfied burp and leaned back comfortably on his pillow.

Dumbledore took on the task of cleaning up, waving his wand to clear the plates and return the extended table to its original size.

Ivan then realized that Dumbledore was unlikely to have come just to bring him a meal, and he felt a sudden nervousness.

But Ivan knew he couldn't let Dumbledore ask the first question, so he spoke up first.

"Professor, what about my Philosopher's Stone? I went through a lot to get it from that Snake-Faced Wizard. Have you put it somewhere safe?"

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,

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

Dumbledore's expression changed, and he looked at Ivan with a mix of amusement and exasperation. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?

(End of Chapter)

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