Chapter 72 Good things for disinfection and sterilization
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Early Sunday morning, two major events came out of Hogwarts.
First, Seamus and Dean, Ron and Harry, the four first-year lion cubs, each proudly scored 30 points for Gryffindor House.
It is impossible to add more, and it is impossible to add so much before the end of the semester.
The second thing is that Professor Quirrell, who is very timid, met a mysterious person last night, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.
"Who treated him?"
"Old Bat."
Vincent in the library smacked his lips, "He even passed this level."
George said with a smirk on his face: "It is said that our Professor Quirrell is very scared, and he hugged Snape's thigh tightly and never let go~"
"Quiet!"
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, glared at him immediately.
Fred, who just wanted to demonstrate, sat back angrily.
He moved his face closer, and said in a very low voice, "Is she very similar to a vulture? Even her voice is very similar."
Hermione also stared over, "This is a library, so loud noises are forbidden."
George pointed around, "Look, there are powerful forces everywhere.
If you speak louder, or accidentally soil a book, she'll come to you faster than Filch. "
Hermione, who was a little speechless, continued to browse with her head down.
Mrs. Pince was as much a Squib as Filch.
Apart from their gender differences, the two have somewhat similar personalities.
"I'm sure both of them are just jealous that we can use magic."
Vincent turned to the next page of the voluminous "History of Magic", "It's human nature not to want to live in Muggle society, and only Hogwarts is willing to accept them."
"You pity them?"
"A little bit, but more of emotion."
The Squib who was kicked out of the magic world, the way to go back is to rely on descendants.
Examples like Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Pince are, after all, very few.
"I think I know what Quirrell wants."
Vincent put down the quill and pointed to the profile of a legendary alchemist with his index finger.
"Nicole Flamel—"
Hermione watched excitedly along the way.
When Dumbledore was in school, he was already a pen pal who often wrote and exchanged letters.
The Sorcerer's Stone is a treasure that all wizards are flocking to. No wonder Quirrell would break into Gringotts no matter how big the risk was.
"Turn a stone into gold~" The twins, full of yearning, fell into fantasy.
Weasley raised his hand and buried Malfoy Manor proudly.
The annoyed expressions of the two Malfoys, one old and one young, made them laugh more and more wildly.
"Get out of here!"
Mrs. Pince pointed, and the four of them ran out of the library in desperation.
"She was really mean."
"well enough."
"This is a kind of unreasonable power, and she didn't even intend to give you a chance."
Hermione, speechless, walked up the steps.
"Aren't you going to visit Professor Quirrell?"
"I still have two papers to write."
Vincent was about to go back with her when the twins dragged him downstairs.
"Dude, homework can be done anytime."
"This is a walking academy, as long as his true colors are exposed, our Gryffindors will usher in glory again!"
Being persuaded, he thought for a while, and took out a Galleon from his pocket, "You must bring a small gift when you go to visit, right?"
The twins looked at him with a smirk, and immediately understood what was going on.
It is acceptable not to act openly and aboveboard, but to make Quirrell uncomfortable secretly.
……
……
The school hospital at Hogwarts is run by Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school.
She wasn't very old, but she looked at least several years older than Snape.
"Professor Quirrell, it's time to drink your medicine."
Quirrell slowly straightened up from one of the six beds.
A bowl of green bubbling potion, he drank it all without hesitation.
Suffering is not bitter, after all, he was attacked.
It is estimated that Madam Pomfrey is used to brewing medicine for mischievous students, so their appearance is getting worse and worse.
Well, professor, it's normal to be a little bit privileged.
"Thank-thank you."
Quirrell, who had changed back to being submissive, lay down again. .seven
He's going to play a victim who's always on edge, at least for a while.
"Ma'am, we are here to visit the professor."
"Oh, he just finished his medicine."
"We won't bother him for long."
"go in."
Quirrell turned sideways nervously, and saw three big smiling faces.
"Professor, are you okay?" Vincent put a bouquet of flowers in his hand into the vase.
"It's--it's okay." He stretched out his hand a little at a loss.
"Let's do it." The twins enthusiastically grabbed one of his shoulders and gently helped him up.
Before Quirrell was full of doubts, Vincent took out a bottle of black, black, yellow and yellow potions from his pocket.
"This is high-concentration povidone iodine, which my father often uses to disinfect wounds."
Looking at this mediocre potion, Quirrell became more puzzled.
"Sorry, but if you don't mind using Muggle items, this is such a good antiseptic."
"It--does it really do that?"
"of course."
Vincent unscrewed the bottle cap with sincere eyes, "You know that Malfoy and I are good friends, and he used this for boils on his face before."
Quirrell didn't pay attention to the first half of the sentence, he was just wondering if this thing could cure pustules.
The physical injury is not serious, but the back of his head, which is wrapped in a long scarf, has been soaked in sweat for more than ten hours.
If there is no ventilation and disinfection, maybe the whole face will rot.
"Thank you, Way-Wayne."
Vincent screwed the cap on the bottle and placed it on the bedside table, "Professor, we all hope that you can recover quickly and be discharged from the hospital."
"Yes, Professor."
George sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, "Can you describe the appearance of the mysterious man? We all want to catch this man as soon as possible."
Quirrell shook his head, then nodded, "He was dressed like a bat, it was dark, I couldn't see what he looked like."
All three nodded in a daze.
He successfully cleared himself of the suspicion, and did not forget to transfer the target to Snape.
Only one dressed like a bat, probably not many people in Hogwarts know about Batman.
Just because of this, Snape could heal him, and this Oscar-level acting skill has to be admired.
"What is Oscar?" George, who walked out of the school hospital, was very curious.
"Just like your wizarding drama awards."
Quirrell's acting skills just now, if he doesn't win the best performance, he will step down.
"Will he really use that iodophor?"
Fred walked up the steps with some concern, "I don't know why, I always feel that he will be very resistant to using Muggle items."
"It will work."
From the first second he entered, Vincent noticed the fluorescent green around Quirrell's neck.
Unless it is a big face that does not want the back of the head, it will definitely be used when there is no other way.
"If I knew it earlier, I would have added something in."
Seeing the sighing twins, he couldn't help but gasp.
High-purity povidone iodine is powerful enough, if you add some fluorescent yellow, boil potion, etc., any fool will know who Batman is.
"No, you have taken Madam Pomfrey's..."
Looking at the two faces with identical smiles, he couldn't help but start to worry about the back of Quirrell's head.
……
……
First, Seamus and Dean, Ron and Harry, the four first-year lion cubs, each proudly scored 30 points for Gryffindor House.
It is impossible to add more, and it is impossible to add so much before the end of the semester.
The second thing is that Professor Quirrell, who is very timid, met a mysterious person last night, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.
"Who treated him?"
"Old Bat."
Vincent in the library smacked his lips, "He even passed this level."
George said with a smirk on his face: "It is said that our Professor Quirrell is very scared, and he hugged Snape's thigh tightly and never let go~"
"Quiet!"
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, glared at him immediately.
Fred, who just wanted to demonstrate, sat back angrily.
He moved his face closer, and said in a very low voice, "Is she very similar to a vulture? Even her voice is very similar."
Hermione also stared over, "This is a library, so loud noises are forbidden."
George pointed around, "Look, there are powerful forces everywhere.
If you speak louder, or accidentally soil a book, she'll come to you faster than Filch. "
Hermione, who was a little speechless, continued to browse with her head down.
Mrs. Pince was as much a Squib as Filch.
Apart from their gender differences, the two have somewhat similar personalities.
"I'm sure both of them are just jealous that we can use magic."
Vincent turned to the next page of the voluminous "History of Magic", "It's human nature not to want to live in Muggle society, and only Hogwarts is willing to accept them."
"You pity them?"
"A little bit, but more of emotion."
The Squib who was kicked out of the magic world, the way to go back is to rely on descendants.
Examples like Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Pince are, after all, very few.
"I think I know what Quirrell wants."
Vincent put down the quill and pointed to the profile of a legendary alchemist with his index finger.
"Nicole Flamel—"
Hermione watched excitedly along the way.
When Dumbledore was in school, he was already a pen pal who often wrote and exchanged letters.
The Sorcerer's Stone is a treasure that all wizards are flocking to. No wonder Quirrell would break into Gringotts no matter how big the risk was.
"Turn a stone into gold~" The twins, full of yearning, fell into fantasy.
Weasley raised his hand and buried Malfoy Manor proudly.
The annoyed expressions of the two Malfoys, one old and one young, made them laugh more and more wildly.
"Get out of here!"
Mrs. Pince pointed, and the four of them ran out of the library in desperation.
"She was really mean."
"well enough."
"This is a kind of unreasonable power, and she didn't even intend to give you a chance."
Hermione, speechless, walked up the steps.
"Aren't you going to visit Professor Quirrell?"
"I still have two papers to write."
Vincent was about to go back with her when the twins dragged him downstairs.
"Dude, homework can be done anytime."
"This is a walking academy, as long as his true colors are exposed, our Gryffindors will usher in glory again!"
Being persuaded, he thought for a while, and took out a Galleon from his pocket, "You must bring a small gift when you go to visit, right?"
The twins looked at him with a smirk, and immediately understood what was going on.
It is acceptable not to act openly and aboveboard, but to make Quirrell uncomfortable secretly.
……
……
The school hospital at Hogwarts is run by Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school.
She wasn't very old, but she looked at least several years older than Snape.
"Professor Quirrell, it's time to drink your medicine."
Quirrell slowly straightened up from one of the six beds.
A bowl of green bubbling potion, he drank it all without hesitation.
Suffering is not bitter, after all, he was attacked.
It is estimated that Madam Pomfrey is used to brewing medicine for mischievous students, so their appearance is getting worse and worse.
Well, professor, it's normal to be a little bit privileged.
"Thank-thank you."
Quirrell, who had changed back to being submissive, lay down again. .seven
He's going to play a victim who's always on edge, at least for a while.
"Ma'am, we are here to visit the professor."
"Oh, he just finished his medicine."
"We won't bother him for long."
"go in."
Quirrell turned sideways nervously, and saw three big smiling faces.
"Professor, are you okay?" Vincent put a bouquet of flowers in his hand into the vase.
"It's--it's okay." He stretched out his hand a little at a loss.
"Let's do it." The twins enthusiastically grabbed one of his shoulders and gently helped him up.
Before Quirrell was full of doubts, Vincent took out a bottle of black, black, yellow and yellow potions from his pocket.
"This is high-concentration povidone iodine, which my father often uses to disinfect wounds."
Looking at this mediocre potion, Quirrell became more puzzled.
"Sorry, but if you don't mind using Muggle items, this is such a good antiseptic."
"It--does it really do that?"
"of course."
Vincent unscrewed the bottle cap with sincere eyes, "You know that Malfoy and I are good friends, and he used this for boils on his face before."
Quirrell didn't pay attention to the first half of the sentence, he was just wondering if this thing could cure pustules.
The physical injury is not serious, but the back of his head, which is wrapped in a long scarf, has been soaked in sweat for more than ten hours.
If there is no ventilation and disinfection, maybe the whole face will rot.
"Thank you, Way-Wayne."
Vincent screwed the cap on the bottle and placed it on the bedside table, "Professor, we all hope that you can recover quickly and be discharged from the hospital."
"Yes, Professor."
George sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, "Can you describe the appearance of the mysterious man? We all want to catch this man as soon as possible."
Quirrell shook his head, then nodded, "He was dressed like a bat, it was dark, I couldn't see what he looked like."
All three nodded in a daze.
He successfully cleared himself of the suspicion, and did not forget to transfer the target to Snape.
Only one dressed like a bat, probably not many people in Hogwarts know about Batman.
Just because of this, Snape could heal him, and this Oscar-level acting skill has to be admired.
"What is Oscar?" George, who walked out of the school hospital, was very curious.
"Just like your wizarding drama awards."
Quirrell's acting skills just now, if he doesn't win the best performance, he will step down.
"Will he really use that iodophor?"
Fred walked up the steps with some concern, "I don't know why, I always feel that he will be very resistant to using Muggle items."
"It will work."
From the first second he entered, Vincent noticed the fluorescent green around Quirrell's neck.
Unless it is a big face that does not want the back of the head, it will definitely be used when there is no other way.
"If I knew it earlier, I would have added something in."
Seeing the sighing twins, he couldn't help but gasp.
High-purity povidone iodine is powerful enough, if you add some fluorescent yellow, boil potion, etc., any fool will know who Batman is.
"No, you have taken Madam Pomfrey's..."
Looking at the two faces with identical smiles, he couldn't help but start to worry about the back of Quirrell's head.
……
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