However, this joyful and tranquil time only lasted for one night.
The next day, Rona Ravenclaw tasted discomfort in her stomach. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted by a knife. She ran between the bed and the toilet on the branch of the big oak tree many times. After tossing and turning several times, Ravenclaw only felt that her legs were weak and her mouth was dry, as if it was stuffed with cotton. Her hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and her clothes were loosely covering her body. She sat on the bed with a pale face, but when Allen got up, she pretended as if nothing had happened.
"When are we leaving?" Allen asked when he saw that Rona did not seem to have washed up.
"Oh … I think we can go another day. I still have some things to do today." I still have some things to do, "Ravenclaw said calmly as she flipped through a thick magic book beside the bed, as if she was really putting all her attention into it.
Allen frowned. He noticed that something was wrong with her. Her feet that were always moving nimbly were now obediently placed on the bed, and her hair was even more messy than usual. Her slightly pursed, pale lips and stiff body told Allen that she was not feeling well. Luna was also in such a state and expression when she ate the pickled lard.
"In that case, I'll borrow your tools for practice today." After saying that, Allen directly set up the alchemy tools and methodically searched for the herbs he needed. Then, naturally, he called the house elf Maggie to go downstairs to the Hufflepuff garden to replenish the missing magic herbs.
"You know." Ravenclaw noticed Allen's movements and knew what he was planning. She did not intend to hide it anymore. She put the book back in her hand and quietly watched Allen make the potion.
In the process of processing the herbs, Allen kept talking to Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw replied intermittently, showing no signs of impatience. Through the conversation, Allen found that in this era, the herbs for making magic enhancement potions and attribute potions were not too rare. However, only very few big families had enough resources to pass down these recipes. In addition, there were many ferocious magical creatures in the wild that were more dangerous. Obviously, these were not a big problem for the four founders of Hogwarts.
A cup of bubbling, piping hot potion was fresh out of the pot. Allen handed it to Ravenclaw who was sitting on the bed. The witch frowned slightly because of the smell of the potion. She closed her eyes, raised her chin, and drank the potion in one gulp. A small amount of the potion flowed out from the corner of her mouth. However, the comfortable feeling of the potion flowing through her stomach made her close her eyes. Then, she leaned her head over Allen's shoulder, her face brushing directly against his shoulder.
Even through his clothes, Allen could feel the warm lips on his shoulder. He tilted his head and saw that Ravenclaw's nose and mouth had changed shape because she used too much strength to wipe his shoulder. Ravenclaw rubbed herself against Allen's shoulder and wiped herself clean with his clothes. Then, she stuffed the wooden cup back into Allen's hand and collapsed on the bed. She pulled the blanket over herself and looked like she was going to sleep with the help of the potion.
Allen took the cup from Ravenclaw and did not move. He just stared blankly at the stain on his shoulder.
It was not until the next day when Alan returned from the toilet that he saw Rona Ravenclaw, who should have recovered, waking up. She was lying on the chair at the desk, reading the blue book that she had not finished to relieve her boredom. It was only until now that Alan could clearly see that it was a knight's book. He had roughly flipped through it before putting it back on the bookshelf, because Alan found that it was full of all kinds of stories that were old and cliché to him.
Seeing that Allen had returned, Ravenclaw nodded in satisfaction. "Your potion formula is indeed better than my previous formula. But let's wait until the carnival is over before we go to the school. I don't want to move around for the next few days."
"Of course, my potion formulas are also on the parchment." Allen nodded in agreement. Ravenclaw had just recovered and it was not suitable for her to go out too far. However, looking at her curly hair that was messy on the chair, Allen could not help but grumble. "Your hair today is much messier than before."
"You know how to comb it?" Ravenclaw asked softly. Allen nodded.
The horn comb beside the silver crown on the dressing table flew into Allen's hand. There were some raven carvings in the middle of the comb. It had two rows of teeth, one thick and sparse, the other thin and dense. Allen also noticed that the elf-style leaf-shaped crown was not the same as the one with a large blue gem that could increase the wearer's wisdom. It looked just like an artistic jewelry of this era.
Allen came back to his senses and realized that he was holding the comb. He hesitated for a moment and understood Ravenclaw's intention. He politely asked for permission with his eyes. After getting Ravenclaw's permission, he went behind the witch and stroked Ravenclaw's hair with one hand and draped it behind the chair. Then, he used the non-stick technique to carefully clean it up. He then held the comb with the other hand and combed her hair gently from top to bottom.
Ravenclaw's eyes were still focused on the storybook, but she relaxed a lot because of Allen's gentleness. She then picked up the cup beside her and took a sip of the juice of the bearded grass.
Allen carefully combed Ravenclaw's hair bit by bit. "What do you think?" Allen asked softly, letting go of the witch's hair and taking a step back.
A silver mirror floated in front of and behind Ravenclaw's head. The witch tilted her head left and right to carefully look at herself in the mirror. Her originally messy hair was now neatly combed. Not a single strand was out of place. Even the strands of hair near her neck were neatly combed by Allen without her noticing. Two long strands of hair fell in front of her chest, and a part of her hair was separated from her ears and pulled back into a wavy braid. With a slight press, the braid was arranged into a beautiful arc, while the rest of her hair was naturally let down. At the top of her hair, there was a silver crown with branches and leaves that was fixed.
Allan looked quite satisfied at this time. He looked at his work with a slightly nostalgic gaze. The current Ravenclaw was very similar to the Ravenclaw that Allan had seen before, except for the fact that its clothes were still messy and casual, its expression was not serious enough, and its face was more young and inexperienced.
"So this is the style you like. You're really fastidious …" Ravenclaw said sarcastically, but her expression showed that she was quite satisfied. She waved her hand and made the mirror disappear. "During the carnival, you can show me that set of clothes and decorations. Anyway, there will be a large area of temporary warming spells. Even if the weather is hot, you won't be affected. Wizards will dress themselves better. Obviously, this suits your taste better."
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