Chapter 330 Preparation Before Bed

"Here, it should help you sleep well tonight." Madam Pomfrey handed a large cup of potions to Tracy, "Fortunately, I have prepared a lot of potions for the fifth years who are going to take the O.W.Ls. To avoid falling asleep on the road, I suggest you get a bed right here - your pajamas are over there."

Tracy took the cup and stared at the liquid inside: "How long will it keep me asleep?"

"Depending on how much sleep you need." Madam Pomfrey glanced at Tracey as she directed the bed curtains to fall, "I'd say eleven to fifteen hours."

Tracy hesitated and placed the cup gently on the cabinet next to her.

"I have class tomorrow morning." She smiled sheepishly at Madam Pomfrey. "Is there a potion that is less effective, Madam Pomfrey?"

"No," Madam Pomfrey said firmly, "You, Miss Davis, need enough sleep."

Anthony interjected and asked: "What class is tomorrow morning?"

"Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration."

"I'm sure Professors Lockhart and McGonagall will understand."

"No," Tracy said stubbornly, "I have to go to class."

Madam Pomfrey said sternly: "If you had come to me in the first place, you might not have missed them."

Tracey wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey: "I haven't heard of any class in the third grade that is important enough to go to. Go change, Miss Davis, and then Drink medicine.”

"But I'm fine!" said Tracy. "I don't need to dream for fifteen hours - two or three hours are enough for me! I don't need such a potion at all! I'm already so It's been a long time -" Her voice suddenly trembled violently, as if she was about to collapse, but she took a deep breath and her tone became calm again, "I've been like this for a long time, and I know that I can't. Something will happen."

"And that's why you're a patient," Madam Pomfrey said unwaveringly. "Don't yell at me."

Tracy lowered her head.

"It's touching, but no." Anthony also said, "Don't worry about your classes, Miss Davis. It's no big deal to miss a class or two - I'd say the same thing if you had Muggle Studies tomorrow . Or do you have any other concerns?”

Tracey looked at Madam Pomfrey, then at Anthony, and finally at Madam Pomfrey, and finally sighed a little impatiently and gave up.

"Okay, okay," she said tiredly, "I'm sorry to cause you any trouble, Madam Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey said impatiently and sternly: "Don't say stupid things. You are causing trouble for yourself." With the movement of her wand, a bowl of oatmeal floated out of the compartment, click A sound landed next to the potion, and her tone softened, "If you are hungry, you can eat something before drinking the potion, and then go and have a rest. Thank you for sending her here, Professor Anthony."

Anthony smiled and said: "Why do I seem to often encounter students who need to be sent to the campus hospital? Thank you for taking care of them."

Madam Pomfrey also smiled: "This is my job. By the way, I think you need to go back and rest too, Professor Anthony."

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey," Anthony said submissively, "Goodbye."

"goodbye."

Anthony looked down at Tracy - she was still sitting on the chair, holding oatmeal, unwilling to change into pajamas and drink medicine - and squatted down: "I will tell Professor Lockhart and Professor McGonagall that you are not in good health. It's too comfortable, so I'll miss the morning class. I'm sure they won't have any problem with it, and they will be happy to give you a copy of the class notes to help you catch up on the missed class." Although Lockhart's class notes may be. It's his book.

Tracy nodded: "Thank you, Professor Anthony." She still looked a little frustrated and irritable.

"I know it's annoying to have your schedule disrupted, Miss Davis. I'm sorry."

Tracy finally smiled slightly and shook her head.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." Anthony stood up, "Try to have a good sleep."

…

The corridor outside the campus hospital was extremely quiet. Light filtered through the window behind him, vaguely outlining the uneven edges of the floor tiles. Anthony stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, but decided to wander around the castle for a while longer. Maybe he could meet other students traveling at night.

He passed his own door and Lockhart's, went upstairs, and paused for a moment in front of a group of clattering armors on the third floor, wondering if any students might have ducked in while hiding from the night-watching professor. He quickly passed by Umbridge's office - for some reason the lights were still on in her office - and spent some time in a room filled with medals, trophies, statues and the like.

He found the names of many acquaintances there: Filius Flivi, champion of the 33rd British Wizarding Duel, champion of the 34th British Wizarding Duel, and 35th British Wizarding Duel. Competition Champion, Lifetime Honor Award in the 36th Duel Competition; Minerva McGonagall, Most Promising Newcomer Award in "Today's Transfiguration"; Pomona Sprout, First Prize in "Grass Recognition Expert" Competition Prize... Judging from the long list of medals in the crystal cabinet with entangled herbs engraved on the edges, this is probably a formal competition with a long history.

As he walked past the hunchbacked one-eyed witch statue, Anthony thought about going to Honeydukes' cellar - in addition to killing time, he could also see if they had any new products - but he finally gave up the idea and went downstairs to the kitchen.

…

Even in the middle of the night, the kitchen of Hogwarts was still brightly lit.

Several house elves were gathered together, supervising the kneading of their own dough in the basin, while directing a team of carrots to jump into the pool in circles to wash off the dirt and dust on them. Further away, several elves were checking eggs. The oven was whirring, and the whole kitchen was filled with the warm smell of butter. Anthony saw Coco pouring orange pumpkin juice into a row of crystal clear pots.

"Professor Anthony!" an elf he didn't know said happily, "Professor Anthony, do you want anything?"

Anthony smiled at him: "Well, maybe I can find some snacks here..."

"Of course you can!" the elf said enthusiastically, "What do you want to eat?"

Anthony thought for a while: "Are there any desserts?"

"Of course, of course! Chocolate? Cake? Biscuits? Donuts? Ice cream? Caramel pudding? Apple pie? Do you want some more tea?"

Another elf held up a large box of bulging bread and asked: "Do you want bread, Professor Anthony? It's just baked!"

"Pumpkin pie?" The elf with several plates of golden and tempting pumpkin pies also asked eagerly.

"Grilled sausages?" The sausages were crispy and bulging.

"French fries?" The slightly charred French fries were steaming and sprinkled with crystal salt.

Anthony said, "Uh..."

"Almond cake, Professor Anthony!" Coco shouted, "There are good almond cakes today!"

"Great, almond cake then," Anthony said, "I'll just go back to the office and eat it." He was still not used to eating under the gaze of a group of elves.

Coco said, "Coco will take it to Professor Anthony's office for him. Professor Anthony doesn't have to carry it all the way back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared with a snap, leaving Anthony no time to refuse.

Anthony paused and said to the elves staring at him next to him, "Thank you." The elves immediately became happy and bowed reluctantly to send him out of the kitchen.

...

The chicken was staring at the creature in front of him. The other party snapped his fingers, and the lights in the room came on, illuminating the piece of thing in his hand. That thing smelled good, especially the white flakes sprinkled on it - the chicken felt very curious and wanted to take a peck.

So it flew to the table and tilted its head to look at the thing in front of it. Then the plate was taken away. The chicken looked at the plate placed on the pile of books and flew over again. The next moment, it found that the plate had disappeared in front of it and returned to the center of the table.

The chicken flew down angrily and stubbornly, pressed the plate with its claws, and lowered its head - then a thin hand grabbed its legs and expertly lifted it upside down.

"No," said the creature.

The chicken flapped its wings angrily and hooked its neck to peck at the other party, but the hand held it firmly and tightly, not letting up at all. The other party carried the chicken and walked around the room, but in the end it seemed that it still couldn't decide where to put it.

"If Coco puts you down, will you stop being angry?" The creature asked in a shrill and thin voice. "Coco shouldn't make pets unhappy. But you are a chicken - bad Coco, Coco shouldn't try to make excuses!"

The chicken was still in his hand when he found that the other party began to pull his own ears sadly, not caring that the evil chicken was shaken more violently.

The cat walked out of the bedroom and stared at the scene in front of him.

The chicken wanted to disappear, but found that he couldn't do it. The cat flicked its tail, stretched, and lunged, startling the other from his chagrin. The creature stumbled back, bumping into the cat tree and nearly sitting on the lowest platform. As the hand relaxed, the chicken let itself dissolve into the air, then reappeared above the other, flapping its wings and attacking valiantly. The cat also joined the melee with great enthusiasm, knocking over chairs and shelves along the way, trying to drive the two guys away from his cat tree.

The mouse was woken by them and climbed out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

"Oh, please don't be mad!" the creature screamed, magically straightening all the furniture at the same time. "Don't be mad! Coco will give you wheat and rice! Coco can help you comb your hair!"

Just then, the door opened.

"Wow," said Anthony.