At night, after the roommates were asleep, Linde sat out of the bedroom window with a note and flew back from outside.

Through the moonlight, the text on the note could be seen: remember to bring your assistant, Draco Malfoy.

His signature does not look like it was written by a person at all, which shows that he has practiced his own signature. For a nobleman, a beautiful signature is necessary.

Lind remembers that in the original episode, Malfoy and Harry met for a duel, and then he released Harry's pigeons, and deliberately asked Filch to catch Harry and Ron who had been tricked.

So he deliberately told Andersen to wait at the door of the Slytherin common room to see if Malfoy would come out.

Andersen landed slowly on the window, and Linde whispered.

"Coo-coo—" it cried in a low voice.

Malfoy actually came out, taking Crabbe and Goyle with him. It seems to be Linde's sentence "Write to your father!" "Poked at his aristocratic dignity.

Thinking about it, he held his head a little helplessly, and scolded himself loudly for being a stupid X.

He might as well say to Malfoy with a straight face: As a Gryffindor, I would never do such a thing as a night tour of Hogwarts.

After all, if you really have a duel with Malfoy, and the fight crackles, tomorrow you will be famous.

That's why he still thinks it's best to put a Malfoy pigeon. When he thought of this, he was a little looking forward to Malfoy's stinky face tomorrow.

I think he should be going to go out of his way to call himself a soft egg in the group of young wizards.

Lind told Andersen to avoid Malfoy and the others as he explored his way, and then he slowly walked out of the bedroom and down the spiral staircase. Then I saw a familiar figure standing below, as if waiting for someone.

"Miss Jane, what are you doing outside tonight? Seeing you like this, as a Gryffindor, I would never allow any of my classmates to go out for a night out. Linde spoke slowly.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief when she saw someone coming, and didn't care what Linde said, but directly explained her intention.

"I heard what you guys said today, you're going out to duel, right? You don't know, wizard duels need an assistant, I'm going to go with you, be your assistant. I've been wanting to beat up that Draco for a long time. She looked excited.

"Yes, but I think I have an assistant and don't need your help." Linde's face was black, he really didn't expect this girl to be so excited about the "beating up".

Jane had already seen through Linde's appearance with a face, and waved her hand, "Okay, don't be stubborn, you don't have any friends here, and you still have an assistant!" I'm afraid you wouldn't have known if I hadn't told you that you needed assistants for duels! ”

"It's true that I don't have any friends, but I think it's much more fierce than you are when I am my assistant." Lind pointed at Andersen, a disdainful smile on his face, an expression he had learned from Malfoy.

"You...... Go ahead! Go on your own, and where Malfoy is there, follow those two heels. I'm just waiting to see you get beaten up by the three of them and taken to the school infirmary. ”

Then, she walked back to the girls' dormitory with a hard grunt, muttering and swearing as she walked.

Lind shook his head and smiled, not to mention that he didn't plan to fight Malfoy and his party, even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't beat it?

If he really can't beat it, he will live in vain for most of his life.

Linde slowly walked out of the Gryffindor common room, as usual Hans Christian Andersen flew in front and Linde slowly followed behind.

Just like that, step by step, he finally came to the eighth floor of the castle. During this time, he avoided Malfoy's group on the fourth floor, and was almost discovered by Lady Loris's stinky cat, but fortunately, Andersen was alive and lured it away.

As usual, Linde walked into the room where he practiced magic. Then begin today's Transfiguration practice.

He was injured to a greater or lesser extent every time he practiced spells, and despite his recovery bonus when he was in the water, he often never healed completely overnight.

So as long as he is injured, he will practice Transfiguration, after all, it is something else that is injured when Transfiguration fails......

It was almost three o'clock when Linde picked up a dark green wand on the practice table. He then spread out his wand to compare the differences.

There isn't much of a difference, it's the best of all time. After comparing for a long time, Linde let out a compliment to himself.

Two identical wands, one of which he had transformed from a twig through Transfiguration.

In order to make it easier for him to use branches to simulate the casting process of spells, he has long been trying to transform different branches into the shape of his wand.

And today was his most successful, and he felt the magic covering the fake wand, which should last for an hour or two.

Lind then put away his wands, one true and one false, and walked out of the Room of Requirement, then turned it into a swimming room and walked in.

Linde took off his robe, revealing shocking scars on his chest and back, and many of the fragments from the puppet explosion were picked out, but sometimes he may not be able to take care of all of them under the great pain.

So basically every night, he would repeatedly cut open different wounds and take the goods from the meat.

Most of the wounds have scabbed, but a small number of them have begun to suppurate.

Linde first touched his left ribs, where there were three small wounds and a huge wound more than three centimeters long.

Two of the small wounds had already crusted over, and the larger wounds had begun to suppurate.

But none of that was his goal, he placed his finger on a small wound lower and pressed it lightly.

"Shhhh

With the pressure of the hand, there was a tingling pain under the skin of the wound.

Linde first treated the pus and blood from the wound, then used a knife to re-open some of the flesh buds that had grown and adhered together, and then took out small tweezers to try to pinch out the fragments inside.

Back and forth many times, in a burst of sharp pain, he finally caught something in it.

A small thorn of no more than two or three millimeters.

After clipping it out, Linde finally couldn't hold back the nerve, threw the tweezers aside with trembling hands, and then took out a pack of white fresh from his robe.

He bought this one at the pharmacy in Diagon Alley and only arrived today.

Like owls and ravens, this kind of white fresh is actually a breed cultivated by wizards with magic for generations, and it is much more potent than the white fresh that can be bought in the Muggle world.

In the seventh part of the book, Ron was treated with this drug when he was accidentally injured due to apparition.

After treating the wound, he felt his physical state again, "There should be no other fragments in it." He thought with some rejoicing.

But he's still not sure, because he has this idea almost every night.

After processing it every day, I thought: there should be no other debris.

As a result, during the day, during the day, you will find that a wound is abnormally painful.

Linde sighed and began to clean up the other purulent wounds, and then disinfected them.

Then he rushed into the water. For others, the cold water gives him a warm feeling.

It wasn't until almost dawn that he came out of the water, then re-disinfected the wound and smeared it with white fresh before he walked out of the room of requirement.