Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 309 308: Phoenix and Dumbledore?

A bonfire was burning in the center of the square.

Mars rises with the heat wave.

Under the night sky, tiny golden tracks are drawn in the air.

In the distance, an old woman was bandaging the wings of several injured "wind chime birds". Their feathers glowed faintly and fell to the ground like stars. Ian stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes passing over those jumping figures - their faces still had bruises from the battle, but they were already smiling wantonly.

The wounded who were dying a few hours ago were now dancing around the fire. A thunderscale tiger burned by dragon breath was carrying three children in circles. The charred wounds on its back had scabbed over, and glowed amber in the firelight. This was a magical animal that was seriously injured and dying before.

The magical animals that were not seriously injured could no longer see any injuries they had suffered. A beast named "Shadow Feather" was using its tail to roll up a wine jug and clinking glasses with a few teenagers.

The chefs also showed off their specialties, and dishes were served one after another, steaming hot, with aromas everywhere. Someone brought a large pot and boiled a pot of "Flame Heart Soup" on the spot. It is said that this is a traditional dish for victory night, stewed with seven different root vegetables, with a strong flavor, and drinking it will make your body warm.

"Isn't your medicine too effective?" Ian couldn't help but ask the pharmacist next to him who was gnawing on a beef rib and then treating the patient's wound with his hands that were bound to have excessive bacteria levels.

Yes.

His hands were not cleaned at all after handling the greasy grilled beef ribs. The degree of contamination was such that even if he did the debridement for a person whose thumb was cut off, the patient would be carried to the ICU.

But this pharmacist who has no idea about microorganisms, bacteria, and infections is indeed said to be the best pharmacist in this town.

and.

He actually cured all the patients without leaving even a scar on their wounds, using such absurd methods that even medical students who came called them impossible.

The reason.

Of course, it is because the medicine is good enough that it can ignore other minor details. As soon as the medicine is applied to the patient's body, the patient's torn flesh will immediately begin to repair itself.

What bacteria?
What microorganisms and infections?
does not exist at all.

What matters is the force with which the brick flies.

"This doesn't even feel magical to me."

Ian had been observing his surroundings. He saw that the people and magical animals, who had seemed to be in a miserable state before, were now being treated with adequate medication, despite the increased contamination caused by the pharmacists' dirty hands.

but.

They still became lively and energetic one by one at a speed beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

Even if the bones are broken.

Also recovered very quickly.

It didn't affect them at all from joining in the celebration of victory.

Ian began to understand why these people were celebrating even though so many of them were injured. Perhaps as long as they didn't die, it would be a small and common problem for these people?
"What is magic? I don't understand. I only know about herbal ratios. As long as the right herbs are mixed in a certain proportion, they can produce very magical effects."

The pharmacist spoke up to respond to Ian.

He is a middle-aged man wearing a colorful turban.

“This is too magical.”

Ian's dignity as a potion master was still being rubbed to the ground by the witch doctor's rough techniques.

Hear the words.

The pharmacist wiped the greasy corners of his mouth.

"Magic? That's nothing! Last month, a rock crusher was crushed into a meat pie by a rolling stone. After drinking our special regeneration potion, it was alive and kicking three days later!"

He patted the herbal bag hanging around his waist proudly.

"..."

Ian was really speechless. He knew that either the guy in front of him was bragging, or the magical animals and humans here had vitality comparable to that of super cell regenerating humans.

"Can I have some medicine to take back to my hometown?" Finally, Ian couldn't help but speak. He didn't want to try it before because he knew there was a high probability that he couldn't bring it back.

however.

Realizing the miraculous effects of these herbs, Ian felt that he had to take a gamble even if the probability was very small, so he asked for some herbs to try to see if he could take them back for reproduction.

"Red cures external injuries, blue restores physical strength, and the purple one, uh, I suggest you don't drink it unless you are about to die. Last time, a howling wolf drank this resuscitation potion and grew three heads."

The pharmacist turned around and took out a few crystal bottles from the rattan box he carried with him.

He thought Ian wanted the finished drug.

"Hero, did you suffer any hidden injuries before?" The pharmacist was quite professional and looked ready to examine Ian personally.

Fortunately, he was not one of the priests of later generations.

This prevented Ian, a little boy, from being frightened.

but.

Ian still managed to dodge the pharmacist's greasy hands.

"Actually." Ian carefully considered his words and stated his request. He certainly didn't want to take these crude finished medicines back. Potions masters had more powerful ways of using good materials.

"I'd rather have seedlings that can be planted." Yes, that's what Ian wanted. After all, he was going to go back and try to cultivate them. The crude way the pharmacist used the medicine didn't even extract one tenth of the effect of the medicinal materials. Even if the medicine was very effective, Ian was embarrassed to use such a potion when he was away from home.

After all, he is a descendant of the Prince family. Even though he has never met anyone in the family except Snape, Ian still has to consider the dignity of his family to some extent.

Potion family.

Only know how to boil Chinese medicine?
That's really laughable.

"seedling?"

The pharmacist was stunned.

The medicine bottle in my hand almost fell into the fire.

“You want to grow your own?”

He obviously hadn't expected Ian's request. He looked Ian up and down, and suddenly realized, "It seems that hero, you come from a place with very scarce resources."

Most people in this place have no knowledge of the world outside the storm, so the pharmacist only made a guess, but his guess cannot be said to be wrong.

after all.

The era in which Ian lived was indeed the Dharma Ending Age. Not only had many powerful raw materials for potions become extinct, but even the power of wizards was far less than before.

It is reasonable to say that the resources are scarce.

Therefore.

Ian nodded.

"Okay, of course no problem." The pharmacist had no intention of keeping it to himself and rushed to the pharmacy. "Come with me! Hero! I'll get you the best seedlings!"

This is also a helpful and very welcoming resident.

The nursery in the backyard of the herbal medicine shop opened Ian's eyes. The moon shadow grass, which glowed with a faint blue light, moved without wind, and the silver bell mushrooms, which made bell sounds, moved in groups underground.

The most amazing thing was a plant called "dragon bone vine" - its root system actually took on the shape of a miniature flying dragon skeleton. These were things that Ian learned from the pharmacist's popular science. Most of the things, even if their names were the same as the names of later medicinal herbs, actually looked like two completely different things.

Ian thanked the pharmacist for his scientific advice.

The pharmacist just smiled. "You young people are willing to risk your lives for others, and you deserve our full support." His tone was full of emotion as he carefully dug out a seedling with golden veins on its leaves.

"I will prepare some of each for you, but you must take good care of these delicate plants. For example, this herb, the star vein grass, needs to listen to music every day in order to grow well."

"I usually let the musical calf sing lullabies for it." As he said this, he handed Ian an exquisitely woven straw bag containing seventy or eighty kinds of exotic plant seedlings.

Flame Moss: Red moss that burns in the palm of your hand without burning you.

Mica root: A special tuber whose roots crystallize into a mirror-like shape.

Warp Fern: A fern that spontaneously performs a space jump every hour.

……

The other party would explain each herb to Ian, and of course Ian memorized them. It must be said that the powerful effects of these potion materials have a lot to do with the fact that they are magical in themselves.

As the saying goes, the more powerful the medicinal material, the more demanding the conditions for its growth. Fortunately, with the help of the middle-aged pharmacist, Ian doesn't have to figure out how to grow it by himself.

I can tell.

Although the people in this place cannot brew real magic potions, their achievements in drug cultivation are far beyond those of later generations. After all, these people have no magic and can only rely on experience to explore.

Naturally, the development of herbal medicine directly reached a very high level.

"This is the most precious." The pharmacist finally took out a crystal box, inside of which lay a seed that kept changing colors. "Rainbow Heart, it only bears fruit once every thirty years. The fruit can heal any spiritual trauma."

Just as Ian was still wondering what to do with such a magical medicine, the pharmacist lowered his voice again, "Last year, the mayor's Lei Long got angry and went on a hunger strike, and he was coaxed into submission by this."

have to say.

This really silenced Ian.

He had already thought of more than a dozen ways to use it, including removing the spiritual pollution left by black magic, but he never thought that the other party would use this thing to coax magical animals.

Can this still be called precious?

Something that only bears fruit once every thirty years is used to appease magical creatures, right? Ian is not prejudiced against magical creatures, but he thinks that using something like this for a temper tantrum and hunger strike is like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito.

Hey.

Places with abundant resources are just so capricious. It can also be regarded as a reflection that the people here may really treat magical animals as family members. Newt will become an ordinary magical animal lover when he comes here.

At least Newt didn't marry a magical creature, right?

Ian accepted the gifts solemnly and suddenly noticed a black plant locked in an iron cage in the corner. It was constantly hitting the railings and its trunk seemed to be very flexible.

“What is that?”

"Nightmare Mandragora." The pharmacist's face changed. "Don't touch it! Last time, Xiaoya's brother touched it secretly, and the whole town had nightmares for three days. They dreamed that they were being chased by dancing broccoli."

Ok.

This should be an excellent material for black magic. Ian also quickly asked for some seeds. Back at the celebration site, the atmosphere became more and more lively. Taking advantage of the remaining fire from the building, the townspeople danced a wild circular dance. The blacksmith who led the dance even asked his lava turtle partner to spit out pillars of fire as a lighting effect.

"Hero! Let's dance!" The silver-haired girl I had seen before came over again. A glowing vine snake was wrapped around her wrist, twisting to the music.

Just as Ian was about to say no, the girl was pulled into the dance circle by another young man.

What a fickle and sentimental girl.

Fortunately, Ian had no intention of dancing. After all, the people here danced quite wildly, which was completely different from the kind of dance that the elegant British people liked.

and.

Their dance steps became more and more outrageous. Some people began to imitate the dancing moves of magical animals. As a result, a group of people fell down in a group, which made Ian laugh out loud. The food area was even more lively. Odin's small figure shuttled between the long tables, and the food in his hands was piled higher than his head.

"Brother Ian, look!"

The little boy's cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel hoarding food. "I ate ten thunder lizard steaks! Twenty flash shell meatballs!"

He raised his greasy little hands and gestured.

"When I grow stronger than King Kong, I will definitely become a wizard!"

really.

Odin, a little boy with a special name, has not forgotten his dream of becoming a wizard, which seems a little different from most children who only have a short-lived enthusiasm.

Xiaoya was relatively gentle, but she was also holding a plate of food piled high. She was patiently cutting the flame mushrooms into small pieces and feeding them to the young fire fox squatting on her shoulder. It was someone else's friend, and Xiaoya seduced it with delicious food and fed it to her. Every time the little guy took a bite, cute sparks would spray out of his ears.

"Eat slowly." Ian ruffled Odin's curly hair, "Be careful not to overeat."

Before he could finish his words, the little boy burped loudly, which caused a small black cloud to come out and a mini lightning bolt "popped" above his head - he was eating a delicacy cooked with magic potion ingredients.

It came from the restaurant of the old man. The people around laughed and several children immediately imitated it, and then colorful small meteorological wonders began to appear frequently in the sky above the celebration.

The night deepens.

The flames illuminated the faces of the people who were enjoying themselves. Although the houses were half destroyed, people still gathered in circles, twirling, jumping, eating, drinking and having fun to the rhythm of drums.

Someone began to sing an ancient ballad, and the singing mixed with laughter echoed over the island. The sky was turning pale, and the dawn had quietly begun to fall.

The carnival gradually subsided with the arrival of day.

The group stayed up all night.

There were also battles and injuries.

I didn't expect that he still looked so energetic.

of course.

Ian was no longer surprised.

Only the children were still sleepy as normal people should be. The embers of the building ruins had turned into warm charcoal piles, and several old men and their rock-type friends began to plan the reconstruction plan. The children curled up beside their elf friends and slept soundly; even the most energetic Odin was snoring on King Kong's furry back.

Ian stood on the remains of the clock tower in the town square.

Looking at the sky that is gradually getting brighter.

The storm barrier appeared translucent in the morning light, like an illusion that could disappear at any time. He touched the herbal bag in his arms and looked down at the townspeople sleeping in all directions.

"What's happening here is as dreamlike as a dream." Ian looked toward the distant sea, where the tide was rippling with soft silver waves in the morning light.

And just then.

He saw the sea in the distance.

Where the morning light meets the blue waves.

A golden-red figure slowly emerged. At first it was just a vague silhouette, and then its huge wings spread out in the morning sun, like a burning cloud passing across the sky.

"Hiss, Phoenix?"

Ian rubbed his eyes.

I found out that I was not mistaken.

A phoenix larger than an airplane was indeed flapping its wings from afar.

(End of this chapter)