Joel glanced at his ointment-covered ankle, thought for a moment, unscrewed the small medicine bottle sent by Haylis, and took a sniff.
It seems to be similar to the ointment Madam Pomfrey sent, but the smell is not pungent, but has a faint grassy scent.
Since he had already applied the ointment, Joel simply did not use the portion that Haylis sent.
"What happened to Sergey's family?" Eddie sat on the chair and began to gossip, "He has missed more than a month of classes this semester."
"I don't know." Joel was not interested in other people's housework, but if Sergey was in trouble and needed help, he would be bound to do it. "If you really want to know, just ask Professor Flitwick."
Professor Flitwick, as the dean, is responsible for their leave requests and must know the reason why Sergey took leave to go home.
Allen hurriedly brought a potion book over and said, "Stop gossiping. There are only three weeks left before the final exam. If you don't want to get a T, you should study hard!"
"Okay, okay..." Eddie agreed and took out his notebook.
Joel shook his head. He had trouble with his legs and feet, so he simply lay down on the bed and started doing push-ups. Although he was a wizard, it was also necessary to keep fit. After all, Joel still had the dream of being a melee wizard.
"Don't use liquid weeds with herbicides. It will dilute the crucible potion. After adding it, the effect of the herbicides will become very poor..."
Allen babbled and wrote a few strokes on Eddie's CLBT potions course. The exercises in this booklet originally had answers, but Allen had pulled them all out early, leaving Eddie to read each chapter.
The chapter is slowly completed.
"Moonstone powder cannot be added to the recall agent. We have to ensure that the main ingredient, the soundless bird feathers, can fully play its role in the agent. The effect of moonstone powder is too mild and is not suitable for the recall agent."
"Potion science is not difficult. You have to distinguish the habitual effects of these potion ingredients, and then pay attention to the temperature when the potion is heated..." When talking about potion science, Allen's eyes lit up, while Eddie scratched his head in distress.
He was not sensitive to the complicated names of various types of potions, and he felt dizzy and drowsy when he heard them.
Allen assigned him heavy potion practice questions, trying to get him to memorize the knowledge points in a short period of time in order to cope with the final exam.
In addition to the written test, the final exam also has a practical assessment, which accounts for 50% of the total score. The practical assessment in the Potions class is brewing potions.
Eddie's cooking skills were extremely poor. Fortunately, he had a lot of money on hand, so he bought a bunch of potion ingredients from the Diagon Alley drugstore and stayed in the dormitory all day watching Alan demonstrate the techniques to him.
Allen also worked hard. He learned a total of more than ten kinds of potions in the second grade. Apart from a few potions that were too simple for Snape to test, he learned all the remaining potions one by one.
Show it to Eddie.
If it doesn't work once, try it twice, or if it doesn't work, try it three times. Under his strict guidance, Eddie finally succeeded in brewing the first pot of potion. He looked at the nagging soup swirling in his cauldron with tears in his eyes.
A bit moist.
Joel on the other side was uneasy. Under normal circumstances, he would not know Professor Quirrell's normal identity. Being called to the office by the professor was not a big deal, but Joel knew about Professor Quirrell's purple turban.
There's something hidden underneath.
On Friday evening, Haylis came out of Professor McGonagall's office with her notes in her arms, her head a little dizzy.
She had just finished asking a few questions about summoning. Joel's previous words gave her an enlightenment. She felt that the door to a new world had been opened, and she also became interested in summoning.
I went downstairs to the auditorium. As the weekend approached, the atmosphere in the auditorium became much more relaxed.
"Have you encountered any troubles?" Hailis came to Joel's side and saw that his brows were furrowed and worried, so she asked.
"Hmm..." Joel put a piece of chicken strips on his plate and thought for a moment, "Professor Quirrell asked me to go to his office tomorrow night."
"Huh?" Hailis was a little curious, "Why would someone like him ask you to go to the office?"
The words clearly looked down upon Quirrell, which is not surprising. Most of the students in this school have a very bad impression of Quirrell, especially the second-year students and above. Compared with Professor White, who taught them last year, Quirrell is simply worse.
Extreme.
"Who knows?" Joel shrugged, and he looked at Haylis, "If there is any problem with my body or memory when I show up again tomorrow, you can go find Flitwick...Professor Dumbledore,
Tell me something."
"What are you talking about?" Haylis didn't understand. "What's wrong with your body and memory?"
"When we meet tomorrow, you ask me what gift I gave you last Christmas," Joel explained. "If my answer is wrong, you go to Professor Dumbledore."
"Quirrell is Tom," Joel bowed slightly and looked directly into Halys's eyes, "Just tell Professor Dumbledore like this and he will understand."
Haylis frowned, "Okay, but can I ask the reason? It was Quirrell who taught him..."
"It's no big deal. I'm just telling you this just in case." Joel looked at Hailis's clear eyes full of worry and quickly covered up his uneasiness with a smile, "It's all my irresponsibility.
It's just a guess, maybe Professor Quirrell just wants to teach me some magic spells."
Haylis snorted coldly, looking at the delicious food on the table but losing her previous appetite, "What kind of magic spells will Quirrell teach? He may not be able to cast a few magic spells himself because of his unclear speech."
"What you said is a question," Joel pondered for two seconds. "How do you think a person who is born with a stutter should cast a spell? In a daze?"
"You can't cast a spell like that, right?" Haylis said uncertainly, "Singing the spell improperly can have serious side effects."
"Yes, they can't be born with the ability to cast spells silently," Joel knew that he had successfully changed the subject. "You haven't tried to explore it? I think this issue is of great research value."
"Interesting..." Haylis' originally gloomy eyes suddenly brightened up. She picked up the tableware and accelerated her eating pace, planning to go back to the dormitory to think about this problem carefully. Joel then settled down to eat.
Haylis took two mouthfuls of food and walked towards the tower, as if she was immersed in the question of "how do stutterers cast spells correctly", but a trace of worry and uneasiness flashed in her eyes when she left the long table.
How could she not know Joel's intention in changing the topic just now? But since Joel didn't want to worry her, she followed Joel's wishes and no longer showed worry on her face.
She has always been very well-behaved.
Sighing, Hailis walked upstairs with her textbook in hand.
Joel finally made up his mind at the dinner table. If he didn't go to Professor Quirrell tomorrow, he would still come to him in next week's class. He could avoid the first grade but not the fifteenth grade. Instead, he would arouse suspicion in vain. He might as well be honest.
Go to the appointment.
But preparations still needed to be done. Joel finished the food on his plate in a few bites and returned to the dormitory to open the system panel.