Ron blushed a little angrily, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I'm not stupid. Melda, I can see what you mean. ”

"Oh! So what do I mean? Melda's seductive eyes flashed and she asked playfully.

"That's it!" Hermione quickly interrupted impatiently.

It always felt like the two of them were going to head for some strange place if they continued to talk.

Melda didn't answer, just held up the blue medicine bottle in her hand and kept dangling it in front of Harry's eyes.

Wood also took advantage of this to ask Harley to get some rest, because it seemed a little unrealistic to have Harley participate in the match against Crowe at the end of the month.

George and Fred were optimistic, believing that even if they lost one game, it didn't matter, they still had a chance to win the championship.

However, it was clear that such comfort did not make Hallie feel better in the hospital bed, and she did not want to see her team lose the game so badly because of her own reasons.

She even seriously considered whether to drink the potion in Melda's hand, if she could make her injuries heal faster.

After two minutes of chattering, Wood generously left the last time to Hallie's friends.

Ron, Hermione, and Melda sat on the edge of Harley's bed in turn.

"Snape did it, I dare say." Ron was the first to say, "He hates you so much. ”

"Ron, Professor Quirrell next to Snape is also chanting a spell." Hermione reminded calmly.

Although she also agreed in her heart that it was Snape's curse, since she saw Quirrell doing something similar, she couldn't put the pot directly on Snape's head.

"But there's no need for Snape to kill a little wizard." Melda objected. He's trying to salvage Snape's pathetic image in the trio.

Professor Snape, do you see that?

Did you see that?

"Who knows, he has a gloomy face every day, maybe he is thinking about some evil plan!" Ron continued.

"Remember the trolls that popped up yesterday? It must have been Snape's work to achieve his ulterior motives. ”

"Uh-huh???"

Melda looked at Ron in amazement. When did this kid have this IQ? Could it be that I infected him?

"Possibly!" Hermione, the little witch, continued to break the news: "Maybe you haven't noticed, when Snape went to the bathroom yesterday, his thigh was obviously a little lame, and he must have suffered some kind of injury. ”

"Hurt?"

Lying on the bed, Harley looked at Hermione in confusion. What hurts, why didn't I see it?

Even Melda was a little surprised.

Good fellow, what did you cry like yesterday! Still in the mood to notice if Snape has an injury to his leg?

"Could it be that he wants to pass the big dog with three heads? It bit him. Snape wanted to steal something guarded by the big dog. Ron thought to himself, "Didn't Melda say that?" The three-headed dog is specially used to look after treasures. It was clear that there must be some treasure under the trapdoor that Snape wanted. ”

？？？

When did Ron read the script?

To be reasonable, Melda wanted to applaud when she heard Ron's fluent speech just now.

The logic is rigorous and well-organized. If he hadn't known the end, he would have believed it.

Not really!

Look at the silly Harley on the bed, she was nodding her head at the moment, looking at Ron thoughtfully, didn't she believe it now?

"Alright, you guys should go. The patient needs to rest. "The conversation always goes by quickly.

Just as Melda was trying to salvage Snape's reputation, she was rudely interrupted by Ms. Pomfrey.

"Alright, Harry, you can rest first, we will come to see you often."

"Hmm!" Hallie on the bed nodded obediently.

Melda and the others then left the hospital and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

A banquet is being held in the common room.

However, although everyone was happy, Melta still noticed that the interest of Wood's people was not too high. Apparently, they are still haunted by what happened to Harley.

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The next day, the enthusiasm of the night dissipated, as if everything that had happened last night was a dream.

Saturday morning. Melda rushed to visit Harley early in the morning.

Although he already felt that he had come early enough.

But I was still shocked by the gifts placed next to Hallie's bed.

Shall I go and not sleep? Come so early. Melda complained silently. Then he remembered Ron's 'corpse' that was still lying on the bed. He was suddenly relieved.

Throw the breakfast she brought to Harley. Then he said coldly: "Don't look at me, I didn't bring any gifts." ”

"I just got the bread and grilled sausage from the auditorium, and I don't like to eat it."

"Melda, you know, I don't care about that." Harry said as he looked at Melda earnestly.

"How does it feel?"

"I guess the effects of the medicine on you are behind you."

"Tell me what you know about being a girl?" Melda put on a playful look again. He asked with a smile on his lips.

But it only occurred to him for a moment that he didn't have the right to laugh at Harry in his current state...

Soul female, body male...

Oh my God, when will I be able to show my might!!

"What's the experience?" Harry said suspiciously, biting into the bread Melda handed over.

His expression was calm and confused. I didn't understand why Melda was asking.

Depend on!

Originally, he had hoped to see a little shyness, embarrassment, anger and other expressions on Harry's face.

But Melda has forgotten a very important reality.

That's what Harry is now, just a kid in his early 11s.

The body is not yet developed! Yes, the past week has been nothing more than a strange illness, and there is nothing special about him.

If you were fifteen or sixteen, you might have been able to open some strange doors.

"But there are still some problems." Harry pointed to his head and said, "Why hasn't my hair changed back?" ”

In fact, Melda saw that Harry's hair was still long red when she entered the door. It didn't change back to its original appearance because the effect of the drug was over.

"This..."

In fact, Melda herself is a little confused. Although he can now be called well-read.

But the creation of a new drug requires countless trials and clinical trials.

But he was the only test subject with Harry.

Calculation, guessing, reasoning alone. I don't know the real side effects of the potion.

"Are there any other sequelae besides hair?"

"Anything else?"

Harry looked at his intact right hand. Then he said cautiously: "Does the skin turn white?" ”

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Melda looked at the skin on Harry's arm in amazement.

Yo, does this still use the whitening effect?

As the so-called love of beauty, everyone has it, and Melda suddenly discovered that this could be a good opportunity to make a fortune.

Then he hurriedly said: "Count, why not?" ”