While Ivan was pondering, a gentle female voice rang out in the room.

"I suggest you stay in bed for a while when you first wake up, preferably without moving."

Ivan turned his head to look, but saw Madam Pomfrey coming from the other side, with a serious expression on her face, and a large bowl in her hand, which was brought to Ivan.

"Come, drink this potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray and black in front of him, and there was an unknown turbidity soup on it, and he had a bitter face, but he still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

Potions in the wizarding world don't taste good at all, and this may have something to do with the strange potion materials...

"Tranquility... Clover.. Rat Lee..."

With a fourth-level knowledge of potions, Ivan quickly discerned most of the medicinal herbs contained in the gray-black soup.

It's all about speeding up mana recovery and calming the nerves...

"Well, that's right, that's pretty much it, except for the black bat's tail and a bit of snail slime. It's a pity that I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points! "Madam Pomfrey didn't expect Ivan's Potions level to be so high, and although she couldn't recognize them all, it was already very good.

Hearing that there was such a thing as snail mucus in the material, Ivan's face changed, and he almost vomited out the medicine he had drunk...

It's disgusting...

"You're going to need a few days of recuperation, so you'll need to drink twice a day." Madam Pomfrey said to herself, as if she hadn't seen Ivan's uncomfortable expression.

"Also, how the hell did you use up all the magic in your body?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan dissatisfied. "It's a good thing that Albus sent you here in time, otherwise you might have to be a squib in the future."

"So serious? There's no after-effects, right? Ivan didn't care about the question of whether the potion was nauseous or not at this time, and hurriedly asked.

"Not this time, but I hope it won't happen a second time!" Madam Pomfrey said very seriously.

Ivan's chick nodded frequently as if he were pecking rice.

I don't know if this is Madam Pomfrey's exaggeration, but if it's true, he doesn't have the guts to try it a second time.

In fact, if he hadn't forcibly snatched someone's head before, he wouldn't have drained all his magic power.

Madam Pomfrey babbled on and on a lot of precautions, told Ivan to rest, and then took the empty bowl away, muttering how he had done it in the safety of Hogwarts.

Safe?

The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched a few times, he had seen or dealt with trolls, fire dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark Lord at Hogwarts this semester, and this can also be called safe?

How dangerous would that be elsewhere?

Ivan kept complaining in his mind, and the door of the school hospital was pushed open again, and it was Dumbledore.

The old headmaster, dressed in a conspicuous purple magic robe and a crimson scarf pinned around his neck, seemed to be in a good mood, and after a few words of conversation with Madam Pomfrey at the door, he walked over to Ivan.

Ivan ran the Occlumency Technique again, and spent a hundred GPAs to exchange for the experience card mode, but there was no way he was so cowardly.

Who made his Occlumency too low...

However, instead of a meaningful conversation, as Ivan had imagined, Dumbledore tapped his wand at the long table next to him, expanding it into a semi-circular table.

The snacks and cards on top of it seemed to be activated, and they were stacked against the wall by themselves, vacating a large number of places.

Ivan looked at such a smooth spell without a curse, and he didn't know how long it would take him to do it.

"Although Madam Pomfrey thinks you should eat something lighter, I still think I need to ask your opinion first, how about it? Want something to eat? "Dumbledore was as elegant as a diner in a fine dining restaurant.

"Let's have a roasted whole lamb and put more cumin... Peppers.. Thank you! Ivan said.

Dumbledore's figure paused, and he had the heart to say that it was too greasy, but considering that his words were released, he could only helplessly wave his wand to achieve Ivan's expectations.

A whole roasted golden buttery lamb appeared on the long stretched table, sprinkled with cumin, green onions, peppercorns, and a little sesame seeds, and next to it was a thoughtful drink with cornflakes, apple pie and other lighter foods, and lemon juice.

"Since you've been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to cushion your stomach first, or you'll spoil your stomach, and Madam Pomfrey won't let me in again next time." Dumbledore stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed, and said helplessly.

Two days in a coma? So why haven't I starved to death yet?

The thought crossed Ivan's mind, but quickly tossed it aside.

After being hungry for so long, Ivan ate a few pieces of apple pie at random, drank some lemon juice, and then took a knife and fork and cut off a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that the skills of the house-elves in Hogwarts are really good, the skin of the lamb is roasted until it is brown and crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender, and the taste of the ingredients seems to have penetrated into the meat, dispelling the fishy smell of the mutton itself...

If this cooking was also a form of magic, then he had to learn how to do it.

Dumbledore sat quietly on the sidelines, watching with interest as Ivan feasted on his lack of image, and from time to time he refilled the glass after Ivan had drunk all the lemon juice.

Perhaps he was too hungry, and in about half an hour, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy plate, burped with satisfaction, and leaned comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore resumed the clean-up, waving his wand to empty the plates, then turning the table where the Extension Charm had been cast back to its original state.

Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to have come to deliver him food, and his heart became inexplicably nervous.

However, Ivan knew very well that he couldn't give Dumbledore a chance to ask first, so he was the first to ask.

"Professor, where's my Philosopher's Stone? I managed to snatch it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it up? ”

Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, and his gaze clearly said,

When are you going to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?

Dumbledore's expression paused, and then he looked at Ivan with a smile, when did the Philosopher's Stone become his?