Chapter 718 Antidote to Age-Promoting Agent
"Mr. Leslie!" Seeing the familiar figure, Madam Pomfrey subconsciously wanted to yell out, but after thinking about it, she felt that these little guys with white beards had nothing to do with each other. .
But you can't let your guard down. This kid has too many criminal records. Why do you have two more gray hairs? It must all be his fault!
Rubbing her temples, Madam Pomfrey glared at the three little badgers, "Come in and help!"
The little badgers were startled at first, and then happily got into the school hospital.
"Really, what happened to Dumbledore? The hospitalization rate of little wizards suddenly increased so much! I am completely overwhelmed. Should I catch two house elves to help?!" Madam Pomfrey seemed still Somewhat angry, she turned around and waved her wand at the empty area of the school hospital, shouting, "Expand the capacity!"
The school hospital seemed to be suddenly inflated with a balloon. The little wizards were unsteady on their feet, staggered for a moment, and then regained their balance. They looked around in panic, fearing that there might be an earthquake near the castle.
The walls stretched and the floor expanded. In just an instant, the little wizards found that the space under their feet became empty.
The ward that originally could only accommodate a dozen beds suddenly seemed to have no problem cramming in hundreds more.
"The Traceless Stretching Spell?" The little wizards were startled, "Can it still be used in a room?!"
It can only be said that most young wizards have never seen this kind of use. Not to mention that this spell is the same as a portkey. It requires an application to use it. It is still a miserable situation like the Weasley family who can only keep remodeling the Burrow. Relatively rare.
Maybe Mr. Weasley's original plan was to build a house for his beloved woman as lovely as a building block that never falls, but what they didn't expect was that the number of their family members was a little beyond their control. …
Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley think this is very good, at least the family is lively, right?
If you wait until the children start a family and want to move out, they may not adapt to it for a long time.
When the space expanded to a point that Madam Pomfrey thought was enough, she slowly stopped. She nodded, waved her wand gently, and with a few bangs and bangs, another hospital bed was placed in the extra space.
Now, more little wizards can be accommodated.
As for the reports that need to be written to expand the campus hospital space, leave it to Dumbledore! Who asked him to create so many imps to give himself a headache!
"Very good, those lying on the floor." Madam Pomfrey directed the little wizards, "Go and lie down on your bed. I'll come over and check you out later!"
As she said that, she pointed to the three little badgers, "Come here and help me prepare the potion!"
The little badgers looked at each other.
this……
They're not very good at it!
Hufflepuff students are actually better at planting, but they are really not good at preparing potions.
Just like an old farmer who grows vegetables, you really can't expect him to cook a state banquet. He will be satisfied if he can make a home-cooked stir-fry.
Unless it’s a farmhouse.
The depressed little badgers came to Madam Pomfrey's operation room, only to find that there was already a person inside.
Robert looked up and said, "Huh? Hermione? Why are you here too?"
There was a patch of dust on the little girl's nose, and she seemed to have been busy for a while. "Robert!" she called, "have you been arrested to help too?"
Your use of the word "ye" is really expressive.
The little badgers showed "unbearable" expressions at the right time, which amused her.
"Well, I'm just, ha, um..." She seemed to want to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and whispered after a while, "Parvati drank a bottle of age-enhancing agent, and then..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw the curtain next to her being opened, and a thing with a head full of white hair jumped out, screaming, "Hermione, don't say it, don't say it!"
Hermione laughed and was knocked down by her, and the two little girls fought together, almost attracting Madam Pomfrey's attention.
"What potion are you preparing now?" Robert looked at the crucible curiously, a ball of green, very transparent liquid.
He didn't poke the liquid with a stir stick, but observed it directly with his eyes. Unfortunately, the feedback he got was "unknown liquid".
This plug-in is really just a decoration.
Robert cursed silently in his mind, and then looked at Hermione.
The two little girls made a fuss for a while, and then they remembered that there was a boy next to them. They screamed, closed the curtain on the side, and after a sound of tidying up clothes, they returned to the room.
Hermione reached out and touched the crucible and said with satisfaction, "It should be ready."
With that, she shouted in the direction Madam Pomfrey left, "Madam Pomfrey, I'm done!"
Then he turned to everyone and said, "It's the antidote to the age-promoting agent. I don't know what it's called. It's the formula given by Madam Pomfrey."
"As expected of Madam Pomfrey." Robert sighed, "Do you even know the formula for the antidote to the age-promoting agent?"
"Yes, yes." Hermione nodded repeatedly, as if in agreement, "Very knowledgeable."
"What are you talking about?" Madam Pomfrey came out carrying several large bamboo baskets. "Help me deal with these medicinal materials. Do you know which ones are the ingredients of the formula? This one requires flowers, and this one requires Roots, this one pulls back the shell.”
She pointed out several methods of processing medicinal materials. The little badgers looked at it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so they nodded in agreement seriously.
"Let's talk about Madam, you are so knowledgeable." Robert rummaged through the plants and quickly identified them. He began to conceive of the antidote preparation process in his mind, but unfortunately he failed. "You even know the antidote to the age-promoting agent."
"Oh, this kind of gadget is very simple." Madam Pomfrey said nonchalantly, "As long as you can roughly guess the formula of the potion through pharmacology, and then work backwards, you can get the antidote, which is better than those ingredients. It’s complicated and requires the mixing and configuration of several potions. I don’t know how simple it is.”
The little wizards looked at them with admiration.
Under their gaze, Madam Pomfrey suddenly felt that her shoulders, which had been busy for dozens of hours, no longer hurt, her waist was no longer sore, her feet were no longer numb, and her whole body was full of energy.
"Okay, you brats." Although she was very happy, Madam Pomfrey still raised her head arrogantly and said, "Help Miss Granger handle these medicinal materials. She is much more reliable than you guys." Got it!"
With that said, she turned around and left the operation room to check on the new little wizards.
The little badgers shrugged. Are they being disliked? But it doesn't matter, Professor Sprout has always disliked them.
The kind that you despise on the one hand and use on the other without hesitation.
