As Ivan ruminated, a gentle female voice filled the room.
"I suggest you stay in bed a little longer when you first wake up. It's best not to move."
Yvonne turned to see Madam Pomfrey approaching from the other side of the room. She had a serious expression on her face and was holding a large bowl in her hands.
"Here, drink this potion first."
Ivan looked at the grayish-black liquid in front of him, which had an unknown substance on it, and grimaced. However, he still obediently drank the potion.
Potions in the wizarding world do not taste good at all, which may have something to do with those strange potion ingredients…
"Flower of Tranquility…Clover of Four Leaves…Lee the Rat…"
With her fourth-level knowledge of Potions, Ivan was able to identify most of the ingredients in the grayish-black soup.
They both speed up the recovery of magic and calm the mind…
"Well, well said, that's basically it, except for the black bat's tail and a bit of snail slime. Unfortunately, I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points!" Madam Pomfrey hadn't expected Ivan to be so good at Potions. Although she didn't recognize all of them, it was good enough.
Ivan's face fell when he heard that there was snail slime in the ingredients, and he almost vomited the medicine he had drunk…
This is disgusting …
"You'll need to rest for a few days, so you'll need to drink it twice a day," Madam Pomfrey said, ignoring Ivan's discomfort.
"Besides, how on earth did you manage to drain all your magic?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking at Ivan with displeasure. "It's a good thing Albus got you here in time, or you might have ended up a Squib."
"It's that bad? Then there won't be any side effects, right?" Ivan asked, ignoring the fact that the potion was disgusting.
"Not this time, but I hope it will not happen again!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly.
Ivan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Whether this was an exaggeration or true, he did not know, but he dared not try again.
In fact, if he hadn't tried to steal someone's life, he wouldn't have drained all his magic power.
Madam Pomfrey prattled on about a lot of things to take note of, told Ivan to get more rest, and then took the empty bowl away, muttering about how he had ended up like this at Hogwarts.
'Safe?'
Ivan's mouth twitched. He had seen or dealt with trolls, dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark Lord at Hogwarts over the course of the year. How could this be considered safe?
How dangerous would it be elsewhere?
Ivan's mind was racing as the door to the hospital wing was pushed open again by Dumbledore.
Today, the headmaster was wearing a striking purple robe and a dark red scarf. He seemed to be in a good mood. After chatting with Madam Pomfrey at the door, he walked towards Ivan.
Ivan once again used Occlumency and painfully spent 100 GPA points to exchange for the experience card mode.
His Occlumency level was too low…
However, Dumbledore did not come up for a long and thoughtful conversation as Ivan had expected, but instead tapped his wand lightly on the table next to him, extending it into a semicircular table.
The snacks and cards on it seemed to come alive as they bounced against the wall and stacked themselves, leaving a large area empty.
Ivan was impressed with the fluidity of the spell-free casting, and wondered how long it would take him to do it.
"Although Madam Pomfrey felt that you should eat something light, I thought I should ask for your opinion first. What do you say? Would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore was as elegant as a restaurant waiter.
"A roast lamb with extra cumin…and extra chilli…thanks!" said Ivan.
Dumbledore paused, wanting to say that it was too greasy, but considering what he had said, he could only wave his wand helplessly to fulfil Ivan's wishes.
An entire lamb, roasted till it was golden and shiny, was spread with cumin, scallions, peppercorns, and a bit of sesame seeds on the table, and was served with sweetened drinks such as cornflakes, apple cakes, and lemon juice.
"Given that you've been unconscious for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to fill your stomach, or Madam Pomfrey won't let me in again if you eat something bad." Dumbledore sat down on the edge of the bed.
Two days in a coma? Then why am I not starving to death?
The thought crossed Ivan's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
After being hungry for so long, Ivan ate a few pieces of apple pie and drank some lemon juice. Then he took a knife and fork, cut a piece of lamb and put it in his mouth.
It had to be said that the house-elves at Hogwarts were quite skilled. The skin of the lamb was roasted until it was brown and crispy, but the meat inside was extremely tender. The taste of the sauce seemed to seep into the meat, dispelling the fishy smell of the lamb itself…
If cooking was a kind of magic, then he would have to learn it.
Dumbledore sat quietly and watched with interest as Ivan ate without regard for his image, occasionally refilling Ivan's glass after he had finished his lemonade.
Perhaps because he was so hungry, Ivan was able to clear the table of food in about half an hour, leaving behind a mess of plates. He burped contentedly and lay back comfortably on his pillows.
Dumbledore returned to his cleaning duties, waving his wand to sweep away the dishes and then returning the table to its original state.
It occurred to Ivan that it was highly unlikely that Dumbledore had come to bring him food, and he grew strangely nervous.
Ivan, however, knew better than to give Dumbledore the opportunity to speak first.
"Professor, where's my stone? I had to take it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it there?"
Ivan looks at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,
When do you plan to return the stone?
Dumbledore's expression faltered, and then he looked at Ivan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?