Chapter 455: Return to Normal
After applying the ointment, the wound on Bill's face was no longer bleeding, but it was no more, compared to the magic treatments Darren had seen before, it was almost ineffective, according to Madam Pomfrey, scars were inevitable, in that case, it might be better for him to stay with Moody. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Soon Harry and Ron arrived, along with Ginny, and brought the news that Seamus refused to go home with his mother, and they had a quarrel in the foyer until they agreed to stay at the funeral.
However, Darren soon found that his current state was not as easy as it seemed, after all, the body structure of lions is still very different from that of humans, and many things that were usually easy have become very difficult, such as drinking water.
Just like he can't bite his own lip, the lion doesn't have a fully closed cheek and can't use his mouth to suction, so things like straws have left him, and his shallow jaw can't stop the liquid from flowing outward, so if he doesn't want to change his shirt every time he drinks, Darren has to put water deep enough into his mouth, preferably in his throat......
Fortunately, at Hogwarts, it was not difficult to find a flask, which saved Darren a lot of trouble, but in addition to drinking, there was also food.
After millions of years of natural selection, the lion's teeth have evolved specifically for hunting and eating raw meat, sharp canines and incisors capable of piercing through the animal's thick leather, sharp molars, or "cracked teeth" to be exact, like guillotines that can chop and tear any tough muscles, ligaments, and turn large pieces of body tissue into pieces of meat to swallow.
In addition, the cheeks that are not completely closed, although it is convenient to use the role of cracked teeth to cut large pieces of meat, also means that it is difficult to control the position of food in them, so after changing to the daily diet of humans and the habit of chewing slowly, it is simply natural to skip rice or something......
Alas, the life of becoming a beast is too difficult and painful! Looking at the messy dining table in front of him, Darren screamed silently, and most importantly, because the other party was unwilling to leave, his image in Hermione's eyes was completely ruined!
Fortunately, after Bill's situation improved, Darren had a solution to the problem, and the guy suddenly liked to eat fried and tender beef, and he also took the medicine according to the prescription, but even the knife and fork were saved, and he just picked up the whole piece and stuffed it in his mouth, and the big raw meat lumps could be eaten, and the steak was nothing, at least cut into large slices......
ββ¦β¦ "I'm glad he's marrying me," said Fleur, pleased with her fiancΓ©'s new hobby, as she helped Bill to make the pillow softer, "because the English always fry meat too old, and I've said that many times." β
"Well," Darren chewed the steak with one of his teeth, kindly reminding her, "then it's best to freeze beef, freezing it at a low temperature can kill parasites, but bacteria can't help it, it's better to eat it directly after thawing, don't freeze it repeatedly, it's easy to get sick if you eat too raw." β
However, Fleur gave him a roll of the eye, well, a beautiful ......
In the afternoon of the next day, Madam Pomfrey told Darren that the professors would come back to see him in the evening, but perhaps a little later, and hoped he would be able to wait, which he said was of course fine.
However, when Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick arrived, it was indeed a little too late, it was already the middle of the night, and they had put up a fence around it so as not to disturb Bill.
"Sure enough," Professor McGonagall sighed after a careful examination, "the magic is fading," she looked very tired, she must have been busy these two days, "and to be on the safe side, it's best to do it tomorrow morning." β
"Well," both Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey nodded, "he'll be able to get out of here then, just in time." β
"Darren, tomorrow is Professor Dumbledore's funeral," Professor McGonagall whispered, "you'll be back to normal before then, don't worry. β
"No, I'm not worried, I can ......"
"Dumbledore must want his students to be normal. β
ββ¦β¦ Thank you, Professor. β
"Alright, you can rest first, we'll come back tomorrow morning, there's a lot going on, he's not there, it's all ......," Professor McGonagall said, leaving the room.
It was Darren's last night in lion's head form, and by breakfast he was able to suck the pumpkin juice on the table with his lips.
Darren returned to normal, and Hermione was the happiest, "Great, you're okay!" and attracted the attention of the people around him, after all, the atmosphere in the entire auditorium was very oppressive, and it seemed that no one was happy except for the two of them.
"Yes, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick think that there is no problem anymore, and that I can even become a lion again as before, as long as I make sure that I succeed when I return to human form. But like Hermione's emotions, Darren happily felt his tongue moving in his mouth, rather than the feeling of a cold wind blowing through it from time to time.
"No, let's wait until you learn your Transfiguration," Hermione said immediately, keeping her voice as low as she could, "You'll have to go back and pack your bags, the Hogwarts Express will leave an hour after the funeral." β
Just as Darren was considering whether to go back to the dorm now, or wait until it was over, Professor McGonagall stood up, "It's almost time," she said, "please follow your Dean to the grounds." Gryffindor classmates come with me. β
Everyone got up from their seats, lined up, barely making a sound, and when they got out of the gate, they walked in the direction of the lake, and came to a place where hundreds of chairs were arranged, and in the middle of the chairs there was an aisle, and in front of it was a marble table, all the chairs facing it.
Half of the chairs were already occupied, and there were all sorts of people: ragged and neat, old and young, and Darren recognized some members of the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley, Moody, Black, Tonks, Lupin, and Weasley, and Fleur holding Bill, followed by Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets.
Darren also saw Lady Maxime, the Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, the hairy double bass player in the Eccentric Sisters, the rider bus driver Ernne Pullan, Lady Morkin, and the ghosts of the castle also coming, barely visible in the sunlight, recognizable only when they walked, glittering with an illusory glow in the bright air.