Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 76 Wanting to play on a slide on my collarbone

"Harry, don't envy others. Once you learn the Transformation Charm, you can summon a giant snake too. Come on, let's get the broom."

If Wood knew his players had thrown away their brooms, he'd be furious and pull up all the grass on the field.

Harry felt a pang of regret whenever he recalled Wood's furious outburst; he shouldn't have dropped the flying broomstick back then.

"good!"

Then, Robin put his arm around Harry's shoulder and pushed him forward. "Unintentionally" he turned his head back, and the spider corpse, as big as a carriage horse, vanished into thin air in an instant.

After retrieving the flying broom, the two flew back to the castle, skimming the treetops. They then lingered near the greenhouse for a long time, and only after feeling that everyone should be asleep did they quietly climb to the eighth floor.

"Where have you two been?"

The plump woman saw that the two of them were covered in dirt and asked in a muttered tone.

"Don't ask anymore, Dragon Scum, the password is Dragon Scum," Luo Bin urged.

The portrait floated forward, revealing a dark hole, and the two climbed into the lounge one after the other.

Some mischievous troublemaker must have extinguished the fireplace, making the lounge pitch black.

"It's so dark, should I cast a glow-in-the-dark spell?"

"It's best not to take it."

boom!

A faint blue light appeared behind him, and Robin turned around, saying, "Harry, what you're doing will get us caught by the police, Hermione. What are you doing here?"

"Robin Lestrange, how dare you ask me why I'm here?" Hermione said menacingly, holding up her glowing wand.

Generally speaking, snow-white skin, gloomy eyes, and a bluish glow can give people a sinister, terrifying, and ghostly feeling.

However, when a person is excessively beautiful, charming, and youthful, the situation is quite different.

For Little Chili, the blue fluorescence did not add to her gloomy aura, but rather gave her a touch of hazy beauty.

"Hermione, I think we need medicine, especially a healing potion containing white peony extract," Harry interjected.

"medicine?"

Hermione walked over suspiciously, and when she saw the injuries on the two of them, her jaw dropped in shock. "You two got into this state, did you fight Fulvi the Cerberus?"

"No, it has nothing to do with it. Robin and I got into this mess to save two owls. Look, these two."

Hermione glanced at it and said, "If I may be so bold, it looks more like a turkey, stuffed with spices, ready to be roasted in the oven any second now."

Despite saying that, she quickly slipped into the girls' dormitory and soon returned with a first-aid kit about the size of a low stool. After lighting the fireplace, she woke up Ron, who was fast asleep in a single sofa chair.

"Is it dawn? Time to go downstairs for breakfast? Chicken leg, mmm, a big chicken leg, nobody's allowed to take it from me!"

Ron, with the white cloth strips stuck in his nostrils, was clearly half asleep.

"Nobody's going to steal your chicken leg, come help me!" Hermione said angrily.

"Couldn't you have used a gentler, calmer tone to say, 'Hey Robin, Harry, what's wrong with you two? Did you go to war?'"

From Ron's perspective, Robin had a scratch the size of a pigeon egg on his forehead, and his disheveled robes were covered with unidentified bluish-green stains (spider blood). Harry was in even worse shape; half of his glasses were broken, his robes were torn to shreds, and the bright green sweater that Mrs. Molly had given him was also in terrible condition. He also had seven or eight narrow and deep wounds on his hands, wrists, and ankles.

"Let's treat the wound first," Harry said.

Hermione took out her wand and chanted, "Clean and refreshed!"

As soon as the spell was cast, the mud and bloodstains on Robin and Harry disappeared completely.

"Cool! But what if Filch follows the muddy footprints on the stairs and finds it?"

"No, Harry and I came up barefoot."

Luo Bin: I was looking for my phone with my phone's flashlight on, and my brain was half-damaged and shut down. I completely forgot about the Cleansing Spell.

"Robin, Harry, you two sit down. Ron, you're in charge of treating Harry's wound. Remember, the order of applying the medicine is brown-yellow-clear. If you get the order wrong, it will leave a scar."

"Ha, I've been paying attention in class, do I need you to remind me?"

After Ron finished complaining irritably, he dipped a cotton ball in medicine and was about to apply it to the wound when suddenly, his wrist was grabbed tightly.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"The order of application is brown-yellow-clear. Look down at the color of the cotton ball," Harry said helplessly.

Ron looked down and saw that the cotton ball at the bottom of the tweezers was as yellow as it could possibly be.

"Oops, I used the wrong potion!" Hermione said in a tone that sounded like she was on a winding mountain road.

"You Robin, shut up your Hermione!" Ron said through gritted teeth.

thump!

The cotton ball, along with the tweezers, fell into the medicine bottle. Hermione, her ears red, huffed, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Even a blind man could see it, it's obvious about the two of you."

cough~

Luo Bin coughed three times to stop the two from arguing. "Um, if I don't apply the medicine soon, the wound will get infected and I'll suffer a lot."

"Yes, applying the medicine is important. Harry, you need to open your eyes wider so the wound won't leave a scar."

Just as Ron was about to continue arguing, his wrist was grabbed again. He noticed that his friend's wrist wound was bleeding again, so he quickly wiped it clean with a cotton ball.

On the other side, Hermione was applying medicine to Robin's forehead with tweezers, her brownish hair falling down to his collar.

Ouch, it pricks, but it smells so good. It's not the scent of shampoo, it's the scent of mistletoe and milk. Is she wearing mistletoe accessories?

Luo Bin's nose twitched, trying to sniff out the source of the fragrance. Suddenly, he heard a slightly coquettish but angry voice in his ear, "Behave yourself, or don't blame me for the scars."

Luo Bin: (⊙o⊙), so what if I have a high thirst for knowledge? How does that relate to being "restless"?

Just as he was about to ask what was wrong with her, he noticed that Little Chili's neck, earlobes, and cheeks were flushed an abnormal red, and her breathing was much more rapid than usual. He immediately realized what was wrong with him.

She was wearing loose-fitting pajamas, and when she bent over, her well-defined and perfectly shaped collarbones were on full display. Coupled with her snow-white skin, which was as tender as cream, one would want to slide down her collarbones.

Suddenly, the aroma of mistletoe and milk wafted far away. Just then, I heard a clanging sound of something being packed up beside me. It turned out that I had lost track of time while admiring the beautiful scenery.

By this time, Hermione's blush had faded, and Ron was still panting as he applied medicine to Harry. After frowning and thinking for a moment, she stepped forward to help, but she didn't look at Ron once during the entire process.

After applying the medicine to Harry, she fed the little owl a tube of calming and stamina-boosting medicine, treated the turkey's injuries, and fed it an animal version of hair growth potion.

Thanks to the twin brothers and Mrs. Lorris, the school hospital had a few bottles of animal hair growth potion in stock. This is the bottle Hermione asked for from Ms. Pomfrey last week.

After all the injuries were treated, the four of them nestled on the sofa. Robin noticed that Ron's nostrils were stuffed with white cloth strips and asked, "What happened to your nose?"

(End of this chapter)