When Allen woke up again, he felt as if he was in another world. Unlike the blue tent, the room Allen was in at the moment was a standard round room. Everything was curved and matched with the walls. But this was a clean and pure space for rest. He could feel the smoothness and softness of the silk quilt on his body. The floor and the decorations in the room were all exquisitely made of beautiful and high-quality teak. On the opposite side of the bed, the entire wooden wall was carved into a bookshelf. Large and small books were placed on it in a picturesque manner. Through the open window, Allen saw the starry sky outside. It turned out that it was already late at night. He walked to the window and found that he was sitting on the clouds. This was a treehouse that was entrenched in a huge oak tree that grew unbridled in the valley between two mountains.
Allen looked down. He felt that the treehouse was floating on the canopy. Some birdhouses were scattered among the towering trunks. Sometimes, ravens would fall into them. There were a few irregular wooden stairs. Some were wide and big, some were narrow and small. They swayed and rotated. Sometimes, they stretched and changed positions to connect different birdhouses. But when he looked around carefully, he did not find any stairs that connected to the ground.
Whether it was the wooden house, the stairs, or the birdhouses, they were integrated with nature. It made people feel as if they were walking in the city in the sky. When a gust of wind blew, the house would gently shake. Listening to the sound of the wind and the chirping of the birds, feeling the ancient breath of nature, and accompanying this state of moving with the rhythm of nature, it was a kind of "free spirit."
The lake beside the tree was crystal clear under the light of many eternal flame lanterns floating around the big oak tree. The grassland by the lake extended to the root of the tree, but Allen found that the grassland at the root of the tree was obviously higher than the surrounding area.
Looking into the distance, he could see the little flames in the wooden houses with stone foundations in the town. The silhouettes of the houses were dark, short, and quite long under the starlight. Some of the houses were decorated with some ivy or the leaves of creepers, and the windows looked very small.
In front of the wooden desk in front of the bookshelf, Royna Ravenclaw wrote quickly on a piece of parchment with a quill. From time to time, she bit the tail of the quill and thought for a moment. After she finished writing, she picked up the parchment with two fingers and gently blew on it. "Pa!" A house elf wearing a blue linen skirt and a short jacket with a blue hat on her head appeared beside Royna Ravenclaw. The elf was clean and beautiful, but Allen was very familiar with her. She was Maggie, the house elf that the system had rewarded him! But she looked very young for a house elf, as if she had just reached adulthood.
Royna Ravenclaw handed the parchment to Maggie. "Maggie, go to her kitchen and catch a long-horned toad. I want it alive." The elf bowed obediently and looked curiously at Allen on the bed before she disappeared from the room.
Hearing Maggie's name, Allen's eyes flashed. He knew that he must have been subconsciously influenced when he named Maggie. Allen laughed self-deprecatingly. It turned out that he really did not know anything.
Allen looked at Royna Ravenclaw in a daze. She opened a wooden box with a carved metal tab and took out all kinds of medicinal utensils. She put them on the long table and set up the crucible. "I'll pull out the two warthog teeth for you first. I should have some questions for you after reading the memory."
Maggie quickly returned to the room and handed a basket of herbs to her master. Royna took the basket with both hands and said, "Everything is ready."
After that, Ravenclaw added a lot of things into the crucible. Allen could only recognize a few of them. He noticed that some of them were useful in Potions class. Apparently, the way of processing herbs in the Middle Ages was not the same, so they looked completely different. Many plants were extinct or on the verge of extinction in Allen's time.
Maggie jumped up and down to help her master. Royna seemed to have noticed Allen's gaze and began to explain while adding the herbs. "Just in case, we need … a little bit of horned slug tallow, although I usually use it to treat scabies." She took a round bottle from Maggie's hand, turned the bottle upside down, and dripped it into the crucible.
Ravenclaw seemed to be in a good mood when making Potions. She even turned around when she put the bottle down and put her hand into a cage. "And some long-horned toad urine." She caught the toad, squeezed out the urine, and added the liquid to the crucible. Then she flung the toad out of the window, and a raven caught the poor creature in its talons in the air, as if it had done so with great familiarity, and carried it back to the birdhouse.
Allen saw her vulgar and elegant movements. His throat moved and he took a step back.
She raised one of her eyebrows and let her eyes curve. She continued as if she was singing, "Dead finger bone marinated in the sap of the Spelltree and lavender essential oil. The two fingers I took off your face earlier. Very good quality." She put a thick bluish-purple finger to her nose and sniffed it. With an intoxicated and disgusted expression, she said, "I love the smell of lavender and the sap of the Guardian Tree, but the finger bone smells a little too much."
Breaking it with a little force with both hands and letting the finger bones fall into the crucible that was already steaming with mist, Roynar Ravenclaw's gaze drifted over to Allen. "The gold coins, silver siko, and copper nats owned by the wizard who died in an accident were taken from the pockets of three different wizards, plus two teaspoons of the silver substance that contained the emotion of hope and memory extracted from the muggle priest's head." There was a crisp sound of the spoon hitting the crucible. Every time there was a sound, a white mist with the luster of mother of pearl rose up in a spiral.
"Medieval magic potions are indeed different from modern magic potions. Although the active ingredients are similar, it is still full of feudal superstition. Too many unnecessary parts are added …"
She pulled out a strand of Allen's hair and spat into the crucible. Royna Ravenclaw spat into the crucible and added Allen's hair into it. This pulled Allen's thoughts back. He looked at Royna, stunned. She raised her eyebrows slightly and wiped the corner of her mouth with a blue handkerchief. "You have to drink a small jar before you go to bed. The rest is applied externally. The effect is better than the previous one."
She scooped up a spoonful of the blue, viscous potion and put it into a small round jar with satisfaction. Then, she poured the rest of the potion into a large wooden bowl. Noticing the bottom of the crucible, she handed it to the house elf beside her. "The bottom of the crucible is burned. Take it to mend it."
Then, she came directly to Allen, raised the wand in her hand and let the tip of the wand touch Allen's cheek. Apart from the constant pain from the wound, the image of the finger bone stuck in his cheek made Allen feel a little embarrassed in front of Royna Ravenclaw. If Allen's wand core had not 'died' when he went through the veil, and he was still in a cursed state with his physical strength suppressed, he would have taken them out himself.
Allen believed that with Royna Ravenclaw's level of magic, she should be able to gently pull them out without causing him too much pain. He could finally speak.
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