When Alan woke up again, he felt as if he had arrived in another world, unlike the blue tent, the room that Eren was in at the moment, the room was a standard circle, and everything was made in an arc to match the wall. But it was a clean and pure resting space, and he could feel the smoothness and softness of the silk quilt on his body. The floors and interior decorations are made of beautiful and high-quality teak. On the opposite side of the bed, an entire wooden wall has been carved into a bookshelf, on which books of all sizes are arranged in a staggered manner. Through the open window, Alan saw the starry sky outside, and it turned out to be late at night. He went to the window and found himself sitting above the clouds—a tree house perched on a huge oak tree that grew uncontrollably, in a low, narrow valley between the two mountains.

Alan looked down, and he felt that the treehouse was floating in the canopy, some of the birdhouses were scattered among the towering tree trunks, and sometimes there were ravens falling into them, and several irregular wooden staircases, some wide and large, some narrow and small, swaying and rotating, sometimes elongating and changing positions to connect the different birdhouses, but after a careful scanning, there was no ladder on the periphery that connected to the ground for people to go up and down.

Whether it's a wooden house, a staircase or a bird house, they are all in harmony with nature, making you feel like you're walking in a castle in the sky, and when a gust of wind blows, the house gently rocks and undulates. Listening to the wind and birds, feeling the ancient natural atmosphere, and moving with the rhythm of nature are very "free spirit".

The water of the lake beside the trees was crystal clear by the numerous immortal lanterns floating around the large oak trees, and the meadow by the lake stretched all the way to the roots of the trees, but Alan noticed that the meadow at the roots of the trees was noticeably higher than the surrounding ones.

Looking into the distance, you can see the light of the stone and wooden houses in the town, the silhouettes of which are dark and low but quite long in the starlight, and some of the houses are decorated with some green vine or climbing vine leaves, and the windows appear small.

At the wooden desk in front of the bookshelf, Rowena Ravenclaw writes quickly on a piece of parchment with a quill pen, biting the tail of her feather and pondering for a moment—when she is done, she picks up the parchment with two fingers and blows it gently. "Smack!" a house-elf wearing a small blue linen skirt and a short jacket and a small blue hat appeared next to Rowena Ravenclaw, this little elf was clean and beautiful, but Alan was very familiar with her, and it was clear that the system had rewarded him with the house-elf Maggie......!

Rowena Ravenclaw handed the parchment to Maggie, "Maggie, go to her kitchen and catch a horned toad and come back alive." The elf saluted obediently, glanced curiously at Alan on the bed, and the figure disappeared from the room.

Hearing Maggie's name, Alan's eyes flashed, and he knew that he must have been subconsciously affected when he named Maggie. Alan smiled self-deprecatingly, it turned out that he really didn't know anything.

Alan looked at Rowena Ravenclaw in a daze, but she opened a wooden box with carved metal pull rings, took out pharmaceutical utensils of various shapes from it, placed them on the long table, and set up the crucible, "Pull out those two warty teeth for you first, and I should have questions for you after I read the memories later." ”

Maggie quickly returned to her room, where she handed the basket of herbs to her master, and Rowena took the basket with both hands, "It's ready." ”

With that, Ravenclaw had added a few things to the cauldron that Alan could only discern a few, some of which he noticed were also used in Potions class, apparently because the herbs were not concocted in the same way they were concocted at this time of the Middle Ages, making them look completely different...... And quite a few plants were extinct or on the verge of extinction for Allen's time.

Maggie jumped up and down to attack the witch master, and Rowena probably sensed Alan's gaze and began to explain when he was dropping the herbs, "To make sure that in case, we need to ...... A little bit of horned slug fat, although I generally use it to treat scabies. She took a round bottle from Maggie's hand, turned it upside down, and dripped it into the crucible.

Ravenclaw seemed to be in a good mood when making potions, and she even spun around as she moved her steps after putting down the bottle, and then reached into a cage, "Some more longhorned toad urine." She caught the toad, took out the urine, added the liquid to the cauldron, threw the toad out of the window, and a raven took the poor little creature in the air with its paws, and took it back to the birdhouse.

Seeing her with vulgar graceful movements, Allen moved his throat and stepped back.

She raised an eyebrow to curl her eyes, and continued as if chanting, "The dead man's finger bones marinated in the sap of the Dharma Protector Tree and lavender essential oil—the two that were taken from your face earlier, are of good quality. She put a thick blue-purple knuckle on the tip of her nose and sniffed it with an expression of intoxication and disgust, "I love the smell of lavender and the sap of the Dharma Protector tree, but the smell of dead finger bones is a bit bigger." ”

Breaking his hands with a slight force, letting the finger bones fall into the cauldron that was already bubbling with mist, Rowena Ravenclaw's eyes glanced lightly at Allen, "The gold gallons, silver sicos, and bronze nats that the wizard who died by accident - each from the pockets of three different wizards, plus two teaspoons of silver substance containing hope, emotions, and memories taken from the head of the Muggle priest. With a ding-dong sound, the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the crucible sounded, and with each sound, a white mist with a mother-of-pearl luster rose in a spiral.

"Medieval potions are really different from modern potions, although the active ingredients are similar, they are still full of feudal superstition, and too many unnecessary parts are added......"

After tearing off a strand of Allen's hair and making a "......" sound, Rowena Ravenclaw spat into the crucible and added Allen's hair, which made Allen's thoughts pulled back, he looked at the other party in amazement, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a blue handkerchief: "You have to drink a small can before you go to bed, and the rest of the external application is better than the previous one." ”

She scooped up a spoonful of the blue, viscous potion, and contentedly filled it into a small, round jar, and poured the rest into a large wooden bowl - noticing the bottom of the cauldron, she casually handed it to the house-elf beside her, "The bottom of the cauldron is burned, take it and make up for it." ”

Then, she approached directly, raised the wand in her hand and let the tip of the wand touch Alan's cheek, this finger bone was stuck in the cheek, except for the pain that always came from the wound, this image really embarrassed Alan in front of Rowena Ravenclaw - if it weren't for the fact that Allen's own wand core had "died" while passing through the curtain, and he was still in a cursed state suppressing his physical power, Alan would have taken them off himself.

Alan believed that with Rowena Ravenclaw's level of magic, he would be able to pull them out gently without causing himself too much pain—he was finally able to speak.