Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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When Aaron woke up again, he found that the hot, heart-wrenching sensation on his face had been replaced by a refreshing sensation. He moved his fingers, and then tried to raise his arm and touch it. After removing his cheeks, it is estimated that the cracked bones on the face have been restored by the curse. The 4 finger bones that penetrated the cheeks from the lower jaw had also been taken away. A sticky and greasy blue ointment was on his wound. On hand.

He tried to move his mouth and found that he could open and close to a certain extent without affecting the injury, but there was still some pain involved in the wound and still did not allow him to have enough space to speak.

Aaron put his hand on the bed and barely sat up—the curse of the finger bone in his hand seemed to have at least disappeared.

“Time-Turner!” Thinking of Luna’s previous explanation, Aaron’s hand touched his neck again, and the time converter necklace was held in his palm. Now the three hourglasses in the middle have stopped turning, and the beautiful pink sand is emitting With fascinating brilliance, the sand in the other two hourglasses is at the bottom except for the hourglass on the far left which is slowly flowing down. This makes Aaron sighed in relief. He doesn’t plan to wait until he can go back. His age will instantly age 3 years old—just like Luna did to him, he can’t keep her there. Time-Turner should return to the modern time. It was about the same time as he returned to the past. He has made up his mind to wait for the return and go directly into the veil to pick up Luna again. The other side’s giant dragon form should be able to hold on for a while…

Aaron touched his neck again, and turned around with difficulty on the bed where he had just been lying on. He and Luna’s raven blood were gone! The witch did not take away the precious time converter, but took away the blood oath that had no effect on her. Why? But judging from the fact that the other party can treat the wounds for himself, it seems that he is not at all malicious.

Lifting the blue bed curtain, Aaron observes the room he is in. This is a linen tent with an A-shaped roof and a square dyed blue underneath. There is a pole in the middle placed on two upright supports. on. All the furniture is made of wood. The crossed planks are used as tables. The large and small wooden boxes are stacked on the ground. Some textiles are spread on the boxes, and some boxes are decorated with golden metal.

After just sitting for a while, Aaron felt unsupported, and put himself on the bed to rest again.

After more than ten minutes, the sound of footsteps came, and Aaron raised his head and found a tall witch walking in with a food tray. She was wrapped in a black robe with a slightly broken hem, and her feet were tightly wrapped with straps. He was wearing a pointed leather boot sewn directly from a piece of leather without a sole or heel. Aaron suddenly appeared. The sole appeared in the Middle-Stage in the 14th century, and the heel did not appear until the 15th century.

She placed the food plate on the wooden table, lightly shook her robe, sat down and picked up a piece of brown bread that looked like barley flour and rye flour, and broke off a piece of soaked broth ready to eat. Hearing the sound of Aaron on the bed because she wanted to sit up again, she turned her head and glanced at Aaron, then mixed a bowl of broth in her pan with a little pea paste, and put it in a small bowl. On the table, she ordered the small bowl with wand, and the small bowl floated to the side of Aaron, who was already struggling to sit up.

Obviously, these things were not originally prepared for Aaron, but when she saw Aaron wake up, she gave some of them to him.

But Aaron’s mind wasn’t on the food, his eyes were fixed on the raven-shaped blood oath pendant he carried around his neck.

“Although I don’t know the specific reason, it seems that it is not my blood… But through it I can sense your presence.” She lowered her head and followed Aaron’s eyes to look at the pendant on her chest, “I am Rowena · Ravenclaw.”

When Aaron heard her name, he turned his gaze to the other person’s face in amazement. After settling his mind, Aaron saw that the face of the witch in front of him was indeed similar to the sculpture in the Ravenclaw common room, but it was just like Rowena’s thoughts that Aaron had seen. Compared with the times, she does not have the daunting majesty. The meticulously refined Rowena Ravenclaw at that time is so beautiful that people dare not desecrate, and at this time Ravenclaw is only 18-19 years old. Her messy dark-brown hair piled on top of her head casually, but this did not affect her beauty. The refined face, which was carefully carved by Merlin, showed a messy beauty even in such a casual dress.

Aaron was filled with joy and sorrow. He thought he would never see Luna again. He didn’t expect to be able to meet Ravenclaw again here, but even though they were indeed the same person, the Rowena • Ravenclaw in front of him had no relationship. Aaron’s common experiences in later generations made Aaron feel alienated and unfamiliar, and the implicit arrogance of the opponent’s half-squinted eyes made him feel that she was a bit repulsive to herself. Thinking of Luna still staying in the gloomy area, surrounded by the dark army of undead, Aaron couldn’t help but feel sad.

“This is something I gave to myself, you can’t keep it.” Ravenclaw pointed to the head of the raven pendant, and Aaron discovered that a lot of bright silver substance was stored in the head of the raven whose shell was disassembled. .

“I didn’t bring the meditation basin, so I can only go back and see-I still don’t know what will happen to you and me in the future, but you should eat something, now you can’t bear Disapparation.” With her, Aaron Feeling that the words full of earthy accent fell, the spoon in the small bowl floated by itself, scooped a spoonful of broth and pea paste mixture, and fed it to Aaron’s mouth.

Only the salty broth and the pea paste without other things made him accustomed to food, even if it was just modern British cuisine, Aaron was a bit uncomfortable and frowned, but he still let himself swallow it-fortunately, after tasting those peas Feeling that the quality is good brings back sweetness.

“I basically don’t cook by myself. I didn’t bring house elf in a hurry. I just grabbed some food from the neighbor’s house.” Rowena Ravenclaw frowned after eating a few bites. I took out some arrow-shaped green leaves in the small bag, added some powder that should be salt, and let them grind them into green clay in a stone bowl, and finally let a clean white linen filter them into some sauce— —Ravenclaw didn’t forget to give Aaron a bit, adding a bit of sourness to his small bowl.

After a bite of Ravenclaw, who finally started to eat, he still seemed a little dissatisfied. “Forgot to pick some herbs when picking peas and sorrel from her garden. I don’t have the innate talent of my neighbor in cooking.”

Trying to eat these green and muddy Aaron hearing this with a mouth that can’t be opened too wide, she can’t help but wonder in her heart, “Why does she get everything from the neighbor’s house…because it is a wizard, her neighbor dare not say anything. ?”

Later, Ravenclaw took the lead to finish her share of food. She took her wooden cup and took a sip so that the food residue and aftertaste in her mouth filled her stomach together. She noticed that Aaron was also browsing tightly frowns over there and trying to swallow the food. , She raised an eyebrow: “Little boy, it seems that you are from a good background. Are you a nobleman? But pure blood or muggle…Well, I forget that you can’t talk anymore, so I want to have some Ale?”

Without waiting for Aaron nodded, she let the wooden goblet in her hand fly into Aaron’s hands. As a last resort, Aaron took a sip and frowned immediately. This is ale without hops, without foam, and only a little scent of wheat. Without the special bitterness and aroma of hops.

“After you go back, I also suggest that you don’t drink water directly. These Als are brewed by my neighbors from the springs in the highlands. The rivers near my house are not clean, ravens and muggle farmers who don’t know anything get it. Yes, even if you have treated it with a spell, there will still be a smell.” After speaking, Witch let the wooden goblet fly back into her hand to drink.

Aaron hearing this, I feel that my throat is hairy, and for the first time in a real sense that I am back in the Middle Ages…