In the current British wizarding world, not many people actually know about Horcruxes.

Dumbledore counted as one, Horace Slughorn counted as one, others might have heard of it, but it should be limited to that.

Although Ike knew about the existence of Horcruxes, he only knew how many Comrade Lao Fu there were. He had no interest in this evil magic at all.

Moreover, the only known book on Dark Arts that explicitly records how to make Horcruxes, Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts, is still safely hidden in Dumbledore's office, and Ike can't read it even if he wants to.

"Was that then?"

Thinking back to the scene he saw before he came out of the Horcrux world, Ike felt that Comrade Xiao Fu took advantage of that time to abandon the notebook in some way he didn't know, and instead attached himself to Xiao Hei's body, and then sneaked away while Ike was in a daze.

After all, if there was no Comrade Xiao Fu, even if Xiao Hei was given a hundred basilisks, he would not dare to slip away.

Ike is still very confident in his own education methods.

"I'm in trouble......"

In this confrontation with Comrade Xiaofu, Ike lost a lot. The clues to the Slytherin treasure were not asked, and Comrade Xiao Fu was not killed, and he lost his pet because of the forcible use of ancient magic.

The point is that before this, Ike was in the light, Comrade Xiaofu was in the dark, and he could attack and retreat and defend, but now the attack and defense are changing, and every day he has to be careful of Comrade Xiaofu's conspiracy and sneak attack.

It's so hard!

After a few more small talks with Harry, Madam Pomfrey returned with a large glass bottle. Inside, there was a long, unknown creature bone, soaked in brown liquid, and every now and then bubbled, much like the potion made by an old witch in the cartoon.

"Boom!"

Madam Pomfrey placed the glass bottle directly on Ike's bedside table, and with a wave of her wand a porcelain bowl floated over. Scoop a bowl and hand it to Ike.

"Drink, this is my treasure, and it will help you regain your spirits."

Both Ike and Harry were frightened by the large pot of potions, and both unconsciously ducked back.

Reaching out to take the porcelain bowl, Ike looked at the potion in the bowl, then at the huge glass bottle next to him, swallowed, and asked, "Madam Pomfrey, this bottle ...... Do you want to drink it all? ”

"Of course!" Madam Pomfrey narrowed her eyes with a smile, "You're going to be here for three days, just drink it all in three days......"

"However, if you don't finish it, then when will you finish it before you can be discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, I'll drink!"

Ike closed his eyes, pinched his nose, picked up the bowl and said to his mouth. As soon as the potion was swallowed, I was pleasantly surprised to find that this thing was unexpectedly delicious.

Sweet, sweet.

Looking at Madam Pomfrey with an inquiring look, she smiled and shook her head. Ike shrugged his shoulders, no longer figuring out what the thing was made of.

He felt that if he knew the name and ingredients of the potion, he would never be able to drink it again.

After drinking the potion and lying in bed for a while, Professor Flitwick came over, followed by Stuart and Terry.

"How's it going, Mr. Stred?" Professor Flitwick asked, clasping his hands on the edge of the bed.

"I just drank the potion, and I'm already much better." Ike quickly sat up.

"That's good, that's good......" Professor Flitwick pushed the glasses on his nose, "But, Mr. Stredder, you need to give me an explanation why you skipped Defence Against the Dark Arts class?" ”

"Professor......" Ike looked a little embarrassed at the right time, "I don't think Professor Lockhart can ......"

"That's it! I know. Professor Flitwick reacted as soon as he finished asking, and immediately stopped Ike's next answer.

He knew exactly what level Lockhart was, and Ike couldn't learn anything from him.

"Cough, cough, cough," Professor Flitwick coughed dryly, then continued, "Although there are extenuating circumstances, it is true that you skipped class, so Ravenclaw will deduct five points." ”

"Okay, Professor." Ike didn't care about the deductions.

For the Ravenclaws, the points are deducted and added back.

The previous brawl was deducted a full 150 points, and it didn't take long to erase it.

"Rest well, Mr. Stredder." Professor Flitwick nodded, then patted Stuart and Terry behind him, "Come back at noon, it's my Charms class next, gentlemen!" ”

"We'll come to see you at noon, Ike!" The two of them just came over to see how Ike was doing, and since there was nothing wrong, they said hello and left.

The days at the school hospital were long, and Ike had drunk the large glass bottle of potion the day after he was admitted to the hospital. Asked Madam Pomfrey for early discharge, but was ruthlessly denied.

Stayed for another day, but was discharged from the hospital with Harry the same day.

Over the course of three days, Ike had gotten to know Harry a bit. His Excellency the Savior seems to have a little familiarity, and as long as he takes a few words, he will naturally open up the topic.

And Ike found that Harry didn't seem to have a concept of secrecy, and when no one was in the school hospital, he would discuss last year's Philosopher's Stone and this year's secret room incident with him, which made Ike very distressed. Several hints didn't help, and in the end Ike gave up.

"Maybe this is Gryffindor......"

During their stay in the hospital, Hermione and Ron came several times, almost every day whenever they could. Ron would bring Harry some tasty snacks, mostly from his meal. Hermione, on the other hand, would give Harry a heavy note and highlight what was required for the exam.

Whenever this happens, Ike will lie in bed and watch while eating a snack.

Inexplicably, I was a little envious.

Stewart and Terry come every day, but not as often as Hermione and Ron. Moreover, he didn't bring snacks or highlights when he came, and Ike didn't even want to ask Stewart to bring the paper bag he had put on his bed in the dormitory.

At first, Harry interjects to persuade Stewart to comply with Ike's request, but after learning what is in the paper bag, he also rebels and insists on preventing such strange things from appearing in the school hospital. For this, Harry even paid most of the candy. Many times he could only watch Ike eat his own bee candy, and he could only nibble on his licorice wand.

At the same time, you have to endure Ike's mental attacks.

"Harry, according to my calculations, Hermione will be over in half an hour, did you see the highlights of the drawing she gave you yesterday?"

"Harry, what's the smell of your weird beans? What? Rotten eggs! ”

Many times, Harry felt that Ron was right:

Ike Strider is a strange and ...... people!