Back at Hogwarts, before the official start of school, Zhao Mai still has some time to worry about the affairs of the Potion Shop. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Most of his funds were used to experiment and make flu potions, and there were some remaining gems and gold, but he didn't want to be exploited by the goblins at Gringotts, so he had no problem living on it, and it was a bit stretched to carry out research and cultivation.

It is a great truth that it takes a lot of resources to break through the limits of body and spirit. Fortunately, Zhao Mai is a druid, and the healing ability of the natural force saves him a lot of consumption of medicines, and the spell aspect is more about communicating with the will of nature, forming mutual understanding and commanding, rather than studying the principles of each spell like a mage, which can also save a lot of money.

Originally, Zhao Mai thought that his flu prescription could bring some income, even if it was just to recover the cost. Unexpectedly, the Entente side - mainly the United States and Britain - took his prescription and there was no follow-up. The flu outside is still raging, and it seems to be getting worse. Although some prescriptions have also appeared, none of them are as targeted as those made by Zhao Mai.

"How is Edith, she's still in Oxford, is she safe lately?" Zhao Mai asked Tolkien when he saw him. Tolkien has been very busy lately, and in addition to writing articles, he seems to be helping the Ministry of Magic "translate" some Muggle world stuff into a guideline that wizards can understand. Zhao Mai also touched it several times before he "caught" Tolkien in the cafeteria.

"She's doing a good job at the school now, doing some temporary work at the school. I put some flu medicine in it, and she mixed it in the school drinking water, and it also had some effect on preventing and preventing recurrence. It's just a pity that the number of potions is too small, and Edith always hopes to get more, but ......" Tolkien looked at Zhao Mai and let out a long sigh: "The materials in the potions shop are all out of stock, and the government has no follow-up. ”

"It shows that the opponent has gone ahead of us. Zhao Mai said to Tolkien: "Not long ago, I went to the Forbidden Forest to collect medicine, and I met the Centaur tribe inside, which was also infested by the Spanish flu, and the earliest onset time was earlier than the people outside. Centaurs never like to leave the Forbidden Forest, but two of them have gone missing. According to their chief, both men were ill at the time and were most likely taken captive. ”

"You mean to say that it's possible that Centaurs were the initial source of the disease?"

"Not necessarily the original, but the earliest known. Zhao Mai said: "If you believe the Centaur Chief, you must know that only wizards can enter the Forbidden Forest, then it is very likely that the whole thing was done by wizards." ”

"It's not very likely that a wizard poisoned a human being, right? If a wizard did it, what was their purpose? The whole incident didn't do the wizard any good, and they themselves would have contracted the disease and could die. Tolkien shook his head: "I don't believe that this could have been initiated by a wizard, and the curse you said, although it does look like a spell, but I have also checked, and there is no spell with a similar effect, and it is difficult for you to be sure that it is from a wizard, right?"

"Do you only believe in absolutely conclusive evidence?"

"I believe in the evidence, and I believe in you, Mike. But sometimes you think things too badly. Tolkien said, "Rather than spend a lot of brain energy guessing, you should worry about the sorting ceremony that is about to take place." I want to be able to get into Gryffindor, how about you?"

"It doesn't matter, either one. Zhao Mai saw that Tolkien was indeed not interested in discussing the flu conspiracy, so he was no longer reluctant and turned the topic back to the magic school: "I can take any class, and I can go to any academy. But I want everyone to be in the same house, so that we can take care of each other and not have conflicts because of competition between houses. ”

"Conflict? Even if it's a kid, we're not going to. Tolkien smiled and said, "Ah, I'm going to go back to class with middle school students, and it feels weird." Fortunately, I'm old enough to take the ultimate wizard level exam and graduate at any time, and I don't have to really stay up for so many years, which is the only good news. By the way, when are you going to finish the exam?"

"I, you also know what my spell is, how can I pass the test?" Zhao Mai smiled bitterly, and then said: "No one thought that the spell you invented for me would really work, but this also proves that I can't use the spells of the wizards now." Unless the Ministry of Magic is more open and willing to revise the exam criteria, I may have to repeat a grade forever. ”

"Forever 8th grader. Tolkien couldn't help but laugh, the smile clearly visible under his mustache. Every time he spoke of spells, he was quite proud, after all, not everyone can create a true magic language. Zhao Mai was very cautious in this matter, hoping that Tolkien would not make a noise first. Tolkien, however, believes that this is due to Zhao Mai's usual personality: he always seems to see the world from the perspective of conspiracy theories, thinking badly. Although the most comprehensive and far-reaching arrangements can be made from this perspective, isn't it too unhappiness to live like that?

Tolkien was fond of linguistics, especially the creation of languages and the accumulation of history given to them. Civilizations without stories, legends, and myths are empty, and so are languages. So, based on his own experience on the battlefield, but also to commemorate the friends who died on the battlefield, he began to write "Lost Stories", which celebrates the birth of a magical language in the way of shaping legends. He sent a draft of the story and the spell home for his wife to keep and wanted her to get involved and help inspire him.

When the first draft of the book was finished, he decided to show it to Zhao Mai as a gift to commemorate their friendship. Since it's a gift, it's best to be accompanied by a surprise, so keep it a secret for now. He smiled, imagining Mike's face when he received the present.

"Forever in eighth year isn't really anything, and I've found that it's better to be outside than at Hogwarts when doing magical research. "Zhao Mai has heard about eighth grade too many times, and it has long become indifferent. Even if he will never be able to graduate, it is because of the examination system, and it does not mean that he himself is incapacitated. "There's a potions garden, all kinds of labs, a big library, a cafeteria, and a relatively isolated environment. Besides, I can go to class if I want to, and I can run away if I don't want to, do you think there is a better life than this?"

"You're out of control!" Tolkien shook his head, gathered up his plate, and walked away. (To be continued.) )