One hundred and forty-seventh sample sent for testing
According to tradition, the first Tuesday after the Dragon Boat Festival is a day to care for small animals.
This is not an official holiday in the wizarding world, but a habit spontaneously formed by school students. After cleaning up silverfish during the Dragon Boat Festival, young wizards need to appease their frightened pets, so this day gradually came into existence.
The student union has already issued relevant notices to all classes, requiring each college to hold Caring Day activities on a class-by-class basis. Downton also reminded this matter at the class meeting last night.
But because it was approaching the end of the semester, there was very little interest in it.
After hearing Xiao Xiao's words, Zheng Qing's eyelids that were originally opened slowly had the urge to close again.
"Whatever...yawn...whatever." He yawned loudly and wanted to turn over and change into a more comfortable position to sleep - well, it's a little hot in the dormitory, so I should change to two cooling charms...tomorrow
Change it again, I'm so sleepy now.
These scattered thoughts floated through the wizard's mind, but he failed to turn over as he wished.
Xiao Xiao grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't sleep yet. Where did you go in the afternoon? We reserved a seat for you in the library, but you never went. In the end, Mr. Zhang looked at us differently... Wait, what is this on you?
Taste?"
Whoosh.
Xiao Xiao sniffed and his voice became a little confused:
"Why does it feel a little fragrant...have you applied powder?"
Zheng Qing's eyelids that were about to stick suddenly popped open.
As soon as he sat up from the bed, he opened his mouth and replied: "I hope the dogs will play with the dogs, and I hope the cats will climb the tree together!"
"Huh?" The doctor had a question mark on his face.
"Didn't you just ask me about the theme of the Care Day?" The young public-funded student replied solemnly: "I thought about it and combined with our recent experiences, this sentence is more appropriate."
Xiao Xiao narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"Hmm... Indeed, it's quite an interesting subject." After saying that, he lowered his head and wrote down this sentence on the parchment.
When the doctor raised his head again, Zheng Qing was hanging new refreshing charms on the tent, and he had already taken four or five refreshing charms scattered around his body - there was no doubt that the fragrance that the doctor had smelled before had already
Dispelled by the talisman.
"That..." The doctor raised a finger, as if he wanted to say something.
"You want some too, right." Zheng Qing stuffed a few cooling charms into his hand very enthusiastically: "Take it, take it, use it as much as you like, if it's not enough I can draw two more... It won't take much trouble anyway.
On such a hot day, I really can’t survive without a few cooling charms.”
As he spoke, he fanned his face with his hands.
Dr. Xiao Da looked at him deeply and finally took the talismans.
"As long as you like it." He muttered, turned and left: "... Anyway, it's not me who was hacked to death in the end."
Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the doctor's last words.
He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the curtains on the bed, and hid himself in the bed.
…
…
Tuesday's Caring Day was lackluster.
There is no float parade, no dance, and no hunting competition. In addition to the hundreds of themed pictorial exhibitions placed along the way from the library to the teaching building, the most watched event of the entire Care Day is the 'Small Animal Protection Association'
A lecture by witches on 'How to clean your pet's coat without using magic'.
Many wizards sighed and opened their eyes when they saw for the first time the anger of cats, dogs or rabbits after being splashed with water.
"This is not caring." In Dormitory 403, Zheng Qing listened to Fatty Xin describing a tabby cat that scratched its owner's face with its paw after getting wet. He couldn't help but complain: "This is abuse, destruction...and ravage. No.
Do people protest their behavior?"
"You didn't see the tears on the faces of the witches who poured water on their pets." The fat man shook his stubby fingers and explained: "After seeing those tears, no one will think that they are abusing their pets...
On the contrary, because of their demonstration, everyone has a deeper understanding of the word 'care'."
The young public-funded student curled his lips, really unable to understand the thoughts of those witches.
"Do I need to reserve a seat for you in the library today?" The fat man changed the subject and asked curiously: "Where did you go yesterday? I wasted the whole night on the seat I occupied for you..."
"I know, I know, the library administrator looks wrong when he sees you." Zheng Qing raised his hands to show surrender, with a look of helplessness on his face: "The doctor told me yesterday... just keep occupying my seat today.
If nothing else happens, I will go... The main reason is that dog, which wastes too much time."
"It didn't stick to you today?" The fat man looked around.
"Anyway, I told you that you can't see it." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and sighed: "In addition, it was exposed a few times yesterday, and it became even more timid..."
"What should I say?" The fat man habitually took out his quill and notepad.
"It's just that it was caught peeping... In short, it has nothing to do with you." Zheng Qing mumbled and walked out of the dormitory: "I put the magic writing homework on the table. You have been there early in the afternoon to help me.
Just hand it over...I might come over later."
"How dare you be late for Professor Emma's class?"
“It’s not that I’m late, I just might not go too early!”
"Why are you going?"
"Professor Monteria's laboratory." Zheng Qing waved back, slammed the dormitory door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fatty is good at everything, but he is too curious. Maybe it has something to do with his part-time job.
.
Zheng Qing was very doubtful that if the fat man drank the deformation potion, he would turn into a lump.
As for going to Professor Monteria's laboratory, it was not something Zheng Qing made casually.
After Su Shijun provided him with three candidate suggestions yesterday, the young public-funded student decided to leave the matter of testing the dog's blood to Professor Monteria after a simple weighing process. For this reason, last night he flew a paper crane and asked the professor
Appointment.
The professor arranged for him to go to the laboratory at one o'clock today.
Whether it's finals or lunch break, it doesn't seem to have the slightest impact on the Institute of Applied Magic. The corridor to the laboratory is empty most of the time. Occasionally, wizards in black robes pass by, walking in a hurry and looking intently.
Zheng Qing longed for this stable and quiet environment, but he doubted whether he could bear the boring life in the laboratory day after day. Although he was still in the first grade, he had already begun to prepare for his graduation from school in three years.
Made plans.
The small bronze door of Professor Monteria's laboratory was tightly closed.
After Zheng Qing stuffed the professor's note into the mouth of the bronze bull-headed knocker beast, it took a long time for the small door to open from the inside. But it was only ajar.
A wizard unfamiliar to Zheng Qing revealed half of his body.
"What's the matter?" His face was full of vigilance and his tone was a little impatient.