The injuries on the airwing bird were far more serious than Rov had imagined:

It was covered in dried blood, and the wound was almost halved by a top-down blow from its head to its abdomen.

"Muscle necrosis, wounds, maggots don't want to get close to the affected area." Somelia sighed softly, "I sucked the leeches, but the leeches all died......"

Rove peeled off the herbs from Namelia, looked at the blackened wound, and frowned:

"There's dark magic on it to stop the wound from healing, and the carrion has to be cut off first."

Rove stretched out his hand, and without his reminder, the ponytailed girl had already taken out a vial of purple potion from the box and handed it over.

It was an anesthetic made from psychedelic solitary and grass, and it was extremely powerful, and if it was taken by a wizard, there was a high probability of causing memory loss, but the magical creature of the airwing bird was just right.

Shirley moistened a soft cloth stained with herbs with alcohol, wiped the airwing's wound, and then took an arm-thick needle and pricked it near the airwing's wound.

The airwing tried to break free, grinning its teeth, but Nemelia hugged it tightly and whispered words of comfort to calm the airwing.

Less than thirty seconds later, the air-winged bird was numbed and fell to the ground, only its eyes were still open, its sapphire-like beads staring straight at the sky, and its tongue was also crooked, giving people a sense of déjà vu that they had no love.

Rove took out a sterilized scalpel and cut the blade across the airwing's wound.

The abscess ruptures, and a cloudy yellow pus flows, like rancid milk.

He continued to dig downward, and soon blood gushed out along with pus, blood flowing to the ground, and the hot blood vaporized in the cold air like flames.

Rove cut open the carrion, and the dragonskin gloves were soaked bright red, and seeing Namelia's worried face, he comforted, "It's good to see blood." ”

When Shirley dipped the airwinged bird with a few pieces of soft gauze boiled in potions, squeezed, and wiped away all the pus, a bucket of clear water was a muddy soup that could frighten any normal person at a glance.

After applying a green ointment to the air-winged bird's wound and wrapping it in a bandage, Rove said softly:

"That's all for tonight, the follow-up is still very troublesome, I will take the airwing bird back to Hogwarts to heal slowly.

Namelia ...... As a deal, you need to divinate for me where the wizard who saved Peter is. ”

Nymeria nodded, and she quickly lit the bonfire and threw sage and mallow into it, and the flames immediately emitted a strong scent of grass.

Rove and Shirley stood by, watching as Nellia danced.

Rove still stared at the flames, and stared at them for a long time, unblinking, until his eyes were dry and tired, and he didn't see anything in the flames.

It seems that he really has no talent for divination.

Of course, after domesticating Namelia 100%, you will be able to get her prophetic talent.

However, such a fierce ocean horse, let alone completely tamed, it may be difficult to ride it and gallop.

"Shall we return to Hogwarts tonight?" Shirley asked in a whisper.

"Looking at Namelia's posture, it's impossible to end it in a short time, and I won't go back to school tonight." Rove sighed and said with concern:

"Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to bed early, there is a bed in the black box where you can go and sleep for the night. ”

"Not sleepy at all!" Shirley wrapped her fingers around her slender ponytail, she blinked, and said softly:

"Rove, I want to see the night view of the Forbidden Forest, you ...... Can you come with me? ”

"Okay." Rove nodded.

The two of them returned the same way one after the other, and after walking for ten minutes, they walked out of the cave and stood on an open platform, looking into the distance.

With the starry sky overhead, it's so clean and beautiful that it can make anyone too busy to look up feel a tremble.

The glow of the stars sprinkled over the mountains, dotted with gray-green forests, and in the distance were snow-covered mountains, with the occasional cry of snow owls.

Shirley was fascinated by it, she looked at the starry sky and whispered softly, "It's so beautiful." ”

Rove looked at the ponytailed girl's smile out of the corner of his eye, nodded and said, "It's really beautiful." ”

Shirley turned her head to look at Rove, and said with a bright smile, "Rove, have you seen a better view than here?" ”

"Of course." Rove thought about it seriously and said with a smile: "Climb to the top of the Pyramid of Khufu and overlook the ancient Egyptian buildings and the Nile River under the bright starry sky;

Standing on the statue of Christ at the top of the hill of Corvado, overlooking the red dust;

Lie in the ancient cupola of Sophia and gaze out at Constantinople......"

"You've been to all of these places?" Shirley's face was full of surprise.

"I haven't been there yet." Rove shook his head and said, "But I've heard my grandmother describe that she once accompanied my grandfather to see those scenes.

I'm sure I'll see all those beauties one day. ”

The ponytail girl opened her hazy watery eyes and said enviously: "It's good." ”

The two stood on the top of the mountain and watched the scenery for half an hour, and the temperature became colder and colder.

Rove said softly, "Shirley, it's time for us to go back." ”

"Stay a little longer." Shirley's voice was like a filament, with a little coquettishness: "I want to see the sunrise." ”

Rove laughed, stretched out his finger and scraped the bridge of the ponytail's nose, and said, "There are still hours before sunrise, and you are sleepy like this...... Go to bed early and be obedient! ”

Shirley held out two fingers and bargained, "Then hold on for another twenty minutes?" ”

Rove shook his head.

Shirley didn't give up, retracted a slender white finger, still holding her index finger up, and said softly: "Ten minutes? ”

Rove continued to shake his head.

Shirley bent her index finger, "Five minutes?" ”

Rove was stunned by this subtle movement, he couldn't help laughing, nodded and said:

"Okay, it's just five minutes, you hurry."

"Let's go back then." Shirley tilted her head slightly, and said, "But I can't walk anymore." ”

Rove squatted down with a smile and said, "Come, I'll carry you." ”

Shirley was contented to lie on Rove's back, and he picked her up and slowly walked along the cave.

Shirley mischievously whispered in Rove's ear, and then said in an inaudible voice:

"Rove, can I accompany you when you go to see those scenes?"

Rove hugged Shirley's tight thighs with both hands, and said in a gentle voice: "You are my little assistant, if you don't follow me, who will?" ”

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The ponytail girl didn't speak, just hugged Rove's neck tightly and lay on the boy's shoulder, she felt warm.

The two soon returned to the cave, where Nellia stood by the campfire, chanting softly in a peculiar tone, the ruby of her throat flickering in a dark light.

After seeing Rove carrying Shirley on her back, Namelia whispered:

"Scamander, the wizard who saved Peter Pettigrew...... It's dead. ”

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(Happy Chinese New Year's Eve and Happy New Year to book lovers!) ）