Hogwarts is nothing more than this, the time when the roses of England are full of flowers, it does look like a crimson light cloud, but there is also no shortage of crash courses for groups of "Qing students", with big braids on their heads, and the top of the student's hat rises high, forming a Mount Fuji. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info also have braids, flat, remove the hat, the oil can be seen, just like a little girl's bun, but also twist the neck a few times. It's really Peugeot.

There are a few membrane books to buy in the concierge of the Qingguo International Student Association, and sometimes it is worth a visit; In the morning, you can still sit in a few of the bungalows inside. But in the evening, the floor of one room is often loud and loud, and the room is full of smoke and dust; Ask someone who is well versed in current affairs, and he answers, "That's because the scumbag offended Professor Clam and fell under the Tarantella dance spell, and if he couldn't solve it, he had to dance all night." ”

How about going somewhere else?

I went to the screaming shack in Hogsmeade. From Hogwarts, it wasn't long before you saw a wooden sign that read: Screaming Shack. Somehow, I still remember it. The second is only the pig's head bar, which was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion Club in 1612. The Pig's Head Bar is a shabby bar and not big; Winter is bitterly cold; There are no students from the Qing Kingdom yet.

It's probably because things are more expensive. The willow bark of Yangcheng was transported to Chang'an, and the bark was tied with a red head rope, tattooed with a few snake stripes, and hung upside down at the head of the membrane article store, respecting it as "African tree snake skin"; I was also treated at Hogwarts with no tuition, and a few house-elves were worried about my room and board. I first lived in an old stable, next to Hagrid's hut, and it was quite cold in the early winter, but there were still many mosquitoes, and then I covered my whole body with a quilt, and covered my head and face with clothes, leaving only two nostrils to breathe. In this breathless place, the mosquitoes can't intervene, and they actually sleep peacefully. The meals weren't bad either. But a gentleman surnamed Granger thought that this was a stable for horses, and that it was not appropriate for me to live there. Although I didn't think it mattered, but I had no choice but to find a suitable place to live. So he moved to the castle and lived in the common room of Gryffindor House.

Since then, I have seen many strange gentlemen and heard many fresh handouts. Membrane pharmacy is divided between the two professors. Originally it was primary membrane pharmacy. Coming in was a handsome young man with silver hair and no beard, but wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and carrying a stack of books. As soon as he placed the book on the podium, he introduced himself to the students in a slow and abrupt tone:-

"I'm the ...... named Jack Silver."

A few people in the back laughed. He then went on to tell the history of the development of membranous pharmacy in England, and the books on this subject, large and small, from the beginning to the present day. At first, a few of them were wire-bound; There are also those who translate the Qing translation, and their translation and research on the new membrane pharmacy are not earlier than those of the Qing Dynasty.

The one sitting in the back laughing was the repeater who failed the previous school year, and he had been in school for a year, so he was quite familiar with the story. They then gave a lecture on the history of each professor to the new students. This Mr. Silver has an extraordinary background, but he has no temper, and he is quite polite to Qing students, so in his class, Qing students dare to laugh a few words.

A week later, about Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I got to the research room, I saw him sitting in the middle of the bottles and cans.

He was working on a special membrane drug, and a paper was later published in the university's journal.

"Can you copy my handouts?" He asked.

"You can copy a little."

"Show me!"

I handed over the copy of the handout, and he took it, and returned it to me on the second or third day, and said that he would show it to him once a week thereafter. When I took it down and opened it, I was taken aback, and at the same time I felt a sense of unease and gratitude. It turns out that my lecture notes have been corrected with a red pen from beginning to end, not only adding many omissions, but also correcting grammatical errors. This continued until he had finished teaching his lesson.

It's a pity that I was too hard-working at that time, and sometimes I was very willful. I remember one time when Mr. Silver called me into his laboratory and said to me kindly, "I'll take the test for you, do you know where to find the bezoar?" ”

I don't think I have much love for membrane medicine, and I know so much.

Silver said eagerly, "I don't know! You have to remember that you will use the medicine in the future. ”

I waved my hand impatiently: "Isn't it just looking for it in the cow's stomach!" ”

Silver said happily, "Yes, yes! He shook his legs and asked, "There are four kinds of animals that can find bezoars in their stomachs, do you know which ones?" ”

I ignored him. He looked at me expectantly, and finally lowered his head in disappointment.

He said two things that I still don't understand: "I finally entered a familiar world, but I can't think of it or find the protagonist of luck......"