According to tradition, the first Tuesday after the Dragon Boat Festival is a day to care for small animals.

This is not an official holiday in the wizarding world, but a habit that has been formed spontaneously by the students of the school. After cleaning the silverfish during the Dragon Boat Festival, the young wizards needed to soothe the frightened mentality of their pets, so gradually this day was born.

The student union has issued a notice to all classes very early, requiring each college to hold a caring day activity on a class-by-class basis, and Downton also reminded of this at the regular class meeting last night.

However, because it is approaching the end of the period, there is little interest in it.

After hearing Xiao Xiao's words, Zheng Qing's eyelids, which had been shaken open, slowly had the urge to stick together.

"Casual ...... Yawn...... Whatever. He yawned heavily, trying to roll over and sleep in a more comfortable position - well, it's a little hot in the dorm room, so I should change two cool charms...... Let's change it tomorrow, I'm so sleepy now.

The witch's mind drifted through these bits and pieces, but his body didn't turn over as he wished.

His shoulder was grabbed by Xiao Xiao.

"Don't sleep yet, where have you been in the afternoon? We gave you a seat in the library, but you never went. In the end, Mr. Zhang didn't look at us right...... Wait, what's that smell like you?"

Woohoo.

Xiao Xiao sniffled, and his voice became a little confused:

"How do you feel a little fragrant...... Have you powdered it?"

Zheng Qing's eyelids, which were about to stick, suddenly popped open.

He sat up from the bed and replied, "May the dog play with the dog, and may the cat and the cat go up the tree together!"

"Huh?" the doctor asked.

"Didn't you just ask me about the theme of Caring Day?" replied solemnly, "I thought about it, and in light of what we have been going through recently, it is fitting to use this sentence." ”

Xiao Xiao narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

"Hmm...... Indeed, quite an interesting subject. With that, he bowed his head and wrote it down on the parchment.

When the Doctor looked up again, Zheng Qing was hanging a new Cool Charm on the tent, and he had already had four or five Freshness Charms scattered around his body—there was no doubt that the scent that the Doctor had smelled earlier had been dispelled by the rune paper.

"That ......" Dr. held up a finger, as if to say something.

"You want some too, right? Zheng Qing was very enthusiastic and stuffed a few cool talismans into his hand: "Take it, take it, even if you use it, it's not enough for me to draw two more...... It's not a hassle anyway. On such a hot day, I really can't survive without a few cool charms. ”

As he spoke, he fanned his face with his hand.

Dr. Xiao gave him a deep look, and finally took the rune papers.

"If only you were willing. He grunted and turned away, "...... Anyway, it wasn't me who was hacked to death in the end. ”

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the doctor's last words.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the curtain on the bed heavily, and hid himself in the bed.

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Tuesday's Day of Care was lackluster.

There were no parades, no balls, no hunts, and apart from the hundreds of themed pictorial exhibits along the way from the library to the school building, the highlight of the day was a lecture by the witches of the Little Animal Protection Society on 'How to Clean Your Pet' without using magic.

Many wizards sighed and opened their eyes when they saw for the first time the anger of cats, dogs, or rabbits drenched in water.

"This is not love," in dormitory 403, Zheng Qing couldn't help but complain when he heard Fat Xin describe a flower cat scratching his owner's face with a paw after being drenched: "This is abuse and destruction...... And ravage. Didn't anyone protest against their behavior?"

"You don't see the tears on the faces of the witches who drenched their pets. The fat man shook his stubby fingers and explained, "No one would think they were abusing their pets after seeing those tears...... On the contrary, because of their demonstrations, everyone has a deeper understanding of the word 'caring'. ”

The young student pouted, unable to understand what the witches were thinking.

"Do I need to get you a seat in the library today?" the fat man changed the subject, and at the same time wondered, "Where did you go yesterday......?

"I know, I know, the librarian doesn't look right at you. Zheng Qing raised his hands to signal surrender, his face full of helplessness: "The doctor told me yesterday...... Go ahead and secure a seat for me today, and if nothing else, I'll go...... It's mainly the dog, who wasted too much time. ”

"It didn't stick to you today?" the fat man looked left and right.

"Anyway, I told you that you couldn't see it. Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and sighed: "Plus it was put on a few orders yesterday, and its courage has become even smaller......"

"How?" the fat man habitually pulled out a quill and notepad.

"It's just that it was caught peeping...... In short, it has nothing to do with you. Zheng Qing was vague and walked out of the dormitory: "I put the magic text homework on the table, and you will help me hand it in early in the afternoon...... I'll probably be late. ”

"You dare to be late for Professor Emma's class?"

"It's not late, it's just that it probably won't be too early!"

"Why are you going?"

"Professor Montella's laboratory. Zheng Qing waved his hand back, slammed the dormitory door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fat people are good anywhere, but they are too curious. Maybe it has something to do with his part-time job.

Zheng Qing was very skeptical that if the fat man also drank the transformation potion, would he become a tuantuan.

As for going to Professor Montella's laboratory, it is not Zheng Qing's casual nonsense.

After Su Shijun gave him three suggestions for candidates yesterday, the young public-funded student decided to leave the matter of testing the dog's blood to Professor Montella after a brief weighing. For this reason, he flew the paper crane last night and made an appointment with the professor.

The professor arranged for him to go to the lab at one o'clock at noon today.

Neither the end of the semester nor the lunch break seem to have any effect on the Academy of Applied Magic. The hallway to the lab was empty most of the time, except for the occasional black-robed wizard passing by, hurrying and not squinting.

Zheng Qing longed for this kind of stable and quiet environment, but he doubted that he would be able to withstand the boring life in the laboratory day after day—although he was still in the first grade, he had already begun to plan for his graduation from school in three years.

The small bronze door to Professor Montella's laboratory was shut.

After Zheng Qing stuffed the professor's strip into the mouth of the bronze bull's head of the knocker beast, it took a long time for the small door to open from the inside. But it's only ajar.

A male witch that Zheng Qing was unfamiliar with showed half of his body.

"What's the matter?" he said, his face wary and his tone a little impatient.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.