Just as Ivan was thinking hard, a gentle female voice rang in the room.

"I suggest that you lie in the bed for a while when you just woke up, and it is best not to move around."

Ivan turned to look over, but saw Mrs. Pomfrey walking over from the other side. The expression on her face was very serious, and she held a big bowl in her hand and brought it to Ivan.

"Come on, drink this potion first."

Ivan looked at the gray-black appearance in front of him, and there was an unknown soup of turbid substance on it. He was bitter, but he still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.

The magic potions in the wizarding world are not good at all, maybe it is related to those strange potion materials

"Anshenhua Four-leaf clover rat plum"

With his level 4 magic potion knowledge, Ivan quickly identified most of the medicinal materials contained in this gray-black soup.

All are speeding up the recovery of magic and calming the mind

"Well, that's right. It's basically all. It's just leaking the tail of the black bat and a little snail mucus. Unfortunately, I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points!" Mrs. Pomfrey didn't expect that Ivan's potion level was so high. Although she couldn't recognize them all, it was already very good.

Hearing that there was something like snail mucus in the material, Ivan's face changed and he almost vomited the medicine he had drunk.

This is so disgusting

"You need to take a good rest for a few days next, so you need to drink twice a day." Mrs. Pomfrey said to herself as if she had not seen Ivan's uncomfortable expression.

"In addition, how did you exhaust all the magic power in your body?" Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Ivan with dissatisfaction. "Fortunately, Albus sent you over in time, otherwise you might have to be a squin in the future."

"So serious? There are no sequelae, right?" Yifan hurriedly asked afterwards without caring about the question of whether the potion was disgusting or not.

"Not this time, but I hope this kind of thing won't happen again!" Mrs. Pomfrey said very seriously.

Ivan nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although I don't know if this is Mrs. Pomfrey's exaggerated statement, it is true, he doesn't have the courage to try it for the second time anyway.

In fact, if he hadn't forced himself to steal his head before, he wouldn't have drained all his magic.

After talking a lot of precautions, Mrs. Pomfrey told Ivan to rest more, and then took away the empty bowl. Before leaving, she murmured in how he made it like this in the safe Hogwarts.

Safety?

Ivan's mouth twitched a few times. He has seen or dealt with the giant monsters, fire dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark King in Hogwarts one by one. Can this be called safety?

How dangerous are other places?

Ivan kept complaining in his mind that the door of the school hospital was pushed open again, and the person coming was Dumbledore.

The old principal was wearing a conspicuous purple magic robe today and had a crimson scarf on his neck. He looked in a pretty good mood. After talking to Mrs. Pomfrey at the door, he walked towards Ivan.

Ivan once again started brain closure surgery, and spent 100 academic score points to exchange for the experience card mode with heartache. There was no way he was so cowardly

Who made his brain closure level too low

However, Dumbledore did not come up with a meaningful conversation as Ivan imagined, but instead gently tapped the long table next to it with his magic wand, expanding it into a semicircular dining table.

The snacks and cards on it seemed to have been revitalized, and they jumped and stacked themselves against the wall, emptying the large area.

Ivan looked at this kind of spell-free casting without spells. He didn't know how long it would take for him to do it.

"Although Mrs. Pomfrey thinks you should eat something light, I still think you need to ask your opinion first. How about it? Do you want to eat something?" Dumbledore was elegant like an ordering staff in a high-end restaurant.

"Give me a roasted whole lamb, add more cumin and more chili, thank you!" said Ivan.

Dumbledore's figure paused, thinking that it was too greasy, but considering that he had released all his words, he could only helplessly wave his wand to realize Ivan's expectations.

A whole roasted golden and shiny little lamb appeared on the extended long table, sprinkled with cumin, scallion, peppercorns and a little sesame seeds, next to it was a thoughtful drink with lighter foods such as corn flakes, apple cakes, and lemon juice.

"Because you have been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to cushion your stomach first, otherwise you'll get rid of your stomach. Mrs. Pomfrey will definitely not let me in next time." Dumbledore walked up to sit by the bed and said helplessly.

After two days of unconsciousness? Why haven't I starved to death?

This thought came to Ivan's mind, but he quickly threw it aside.

After being hungry for so long, Ivan ate a few apple cakes casually, drank some lemon juice, and then cut off a piece of mutton with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that the domestic elves in Hogwarts are really good in their skills. The skin of the lamb is roasted until it is browned and crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender. The taste of the ingredients seems to penetrate into the meat, dispelling the fishy smell of the lamb itself.

If this kind of cooking skills is also a kind of magic, he must learn it.

Dumbledore sat quietly aside, looking at Ivan with interest and feasting on his face, and occasionally refilled Ivan after drinking all the lemon juice.

Perhaps he was too hungry. In about half an hour, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy meal plate. He burped in satisfaction and leaned comfortably on the pillow.

Dumbledore started cleaning again, swinging his wand to wipe out the plate, and then turned the table with the extension spell back to its original state.

Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to come to deliver food to him, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

However, Ivan knew very well that Dumbledore could not give him a chance to ask first, so he asked first...

"Professor, where is my Philosopher's Stone? This was something I finally snatched from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it up?"

Ivan looked at Dumbledore with anticipation, and his eyes were clearly saying,

When are you planning to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?

Dumbledore's expression paused, and then looked at Ivan with amusement and tears. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?
Chapter completed!