Reality slapped Allen hard in the face.
Roina? Ravenclaw raised the wand in her hand high. "The power of the dead is against magic, so I can only do it directly." A huge, black iron pliers and a handsaw appeared out of thin air. Alan's eyes widened unconsciously as he thought of the Middle Ages that he knew. In this era, normal doctors disdained to perform surgeries, which were considered dirty work in their eyes. Only blacksmiths and barbers would do these part-time jobs. Although the wizards did not discriminate against them, it was obvious that they used the same methods …
Allen's face was pale. He was so weak that he could not resist. He watched helplessly as the black iron pincers flew towards his face. Loina? Ravenclaw's hesitant expression made her look a little childish. "Don't move later, or you'll bleed profusely again." She put her face closer to Alan and widened her eyes. Her surprised expression made Alan connect her with Luna again. On the other hand, he also realized why she didn't take out all four of her phalanges last time when she was in a coma ….
Without waiting for Allen to respond, Roina pressed the cold iron pliers against Allen's chin and clamped the end of a finger bone. Then, she used the handsaw to saw off the excess part of his cheek. In fact, the trembling of the finger bone in his mouth really made Allen's teeth itch.
Putting down the handsaw, Roina took a deep breath and mercilessly pulled out the two bent finger bones from his cheek. Allen only felt a sharp pain on his cheek.
After a while, there was a feeling of a wet liquid gushing out. That was blood flowing out again.
Obviously, Ravenclaw was experienced in this. After being stunned for a moment, she used the blue handkerchief to wipe off the excess blood while Allen widened his eyes because of the pain. She then used her hand to dig out a lump of ointment from the big bowl and applied it on Allen's wounds. The pain was instantly replaced by a cool feeling.
"Speak again tomorrow, or else it will leave a scar." Seeing that Allen's face was covered in cold sweat due to the severe pain, and a lot of sweat had rolled down and gathered on his nose, Ravenclaw helped him wipe it with her finger, but did not expect to smear the remaining ointment on Allen's nose. "I got something dirty on your nose."
She then used her clean hand to wipe Allen's nose. Ravenclaw then nodded with satisfaction, as if she had just completed a sculpture. Allen twitched the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, it was done.
Ravenclaw suddenly withdrew her hand and stood still without any warning. "Knock … knock … knock …" Maggie stood beside the crucible that she had just used to brew the potion. She held a small silver hammer and repaired the broken crucible, making a very rhythmic and crisp sound.
The witch covered her abdomen. "Ugh …" She frowned slightly. "I'm hungry."
"We can go down and eat something." Ravenclaw waved her wand, and the utensils that had been cleaned by Maggie automatically flew back to the wooden box. "Don't try to speak until tomorrow, but it's okay to eat something."
She then grabbed Allen's arm, and the two of them teleported to the grass below. "Although the Muggle can't see the treehouse, there are always some dumb wizards who want to be an apprentice. That's why I didn't set up a ladder in my treehouse. Instead, I set up an illusion spell. This way, I can prevent most people from coming to harass me. Who would want to be an apprentice if they don't even know how to use Transfiguration … Anyway, my neighbor is also a witch. She won't mind the trouble. During the day, as long as someone asks for advice, she will teach them.
Unlike Ravenclaw's treehouse, the weather outside without magic made Allen feel a little hot. He looked at the half-basement tavern in front of him, which was transformed from a huge oak tree root and a mud hole. It was half underground and half above ground. Orange-yellow light jumped out from the round window, and it looked very bright and warm. The whole tavern surrounded the big oak tree, and the roof was covered with thick green grass. The magic garden grew on the thick layer of soil on the roof of the tavern.
"The owner of the tavern is a gourmet. She is an excellent herbalist and healer during the day, but at night, she opens a tavern. Cooking is her hobby, and she is especially talented in gourmet magic. This is no doubt a good thing, and it also makes her popular among the wizards. She opens the tavern late at night, so the wizards living in the town can have a place to eat after a day of research and work. The Muggle's curfew makes it impossible for them to go to the local tavern, so this tavern is a good place to go. "
Looking at the lively Ravenclaw, listening to her words, and judging from the time they spent together, Allen felt that she was more human now. Luna seemed to be careless about everything. He did not know whether it was because of the influence of divinity or because she had lost some of her human nature after nearly a thousand years. In comparison, although Ravenclaw looked much older than Luna, she gave off a younger and more energetic vibe. Allen could roughly guess the identity of the owner of the tavern.
"When we are not restricted by time and Muggle law and religion, we wizards are free and happy to fill our stomachs. In that short period of time, we wizards are free and not disturbed by anyone, and eating without any scruples is a kind of lonely behavior. This behavior is the best treatment that we modern wizards are given equally." Ravenclaw said with a slightly boastful tone that Allen could not help but feel a little rustic. "I think this sentence she told me is not bad."
She led Allen to the round door that was so green that it was almost flowing out.
The door automatically opened, and Allen saw a round, low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy fragrance. It was like a tunnel-like tubular hall, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with wooden planks. The floor was covered with tiles and carpets, and there were shiny tables and chairs in the room. There were many coat hooks nailed around to receive guests. Through the round window, one could see the swaying grass and dandelions outside. There were shiny copper ornaments in many places, and there were many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsills.
All the rooms on both sides of the corridor were maintained at the same level. The wooden door on the right was tightly shut, and the sound of cooking could be heard on the left. Glancing around, Roland found that in this room that was a combination of a wine cellar, a pantry, and a kitchen, a few underage wizards and a few house-elves were peacefully coexisting, preparing all kinds of food for the guests outside.
Roynar? Ravenclaw skillfully led Allen to a corner and sat down. The chair was especially soft, and it was yellow and black in color. The copper lamp on the wall emitted a warm light, and it was cozy and peaceful. Dining in such an environment was undoubtedly a great pleasure.
A kind-looking, plump red-haired lady in her thirties walked over with a gentle smile. The moment she saw Ravenclaw, she complained, "Ravenclaw, you really are a greedy plunderer. You plucked herbs from my garden again. Also, my kitchen is missing a long-horned toad. I know where they are without asking."
The tavern owner spoke Welsh, which was actually easier for Allen to understand than Ravenclaw's Anglo-Saxon. This also allowed Allen to confirm the identity of the other party — Helga? Hufflepuff.
From Hufflepuff's expression and tone, it could be seen that she did not care about Ravenclaw at all. Ravenclaw's "plunder" of her. Her gaze finally fell on Alan's face. After nodding gently to him, she leaned over and pulled Alan into a hug. "Poor boy, I'm glad to see you. Ravenclaw plucked herbs for the wound on your face, right? How strange, but I have to check to see if there are any oversights. It would be a pity if it leaves a scar. You know, I've never seen her act as a healer for anyone. "
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