However, this joy and tranquility are just this night.

The next day, Royna Ravenclaw tasted the stomach discomfort. Her abdomen was like a knife. She ran between the bed and the toilet on the branch of the big oak tree many times. After several twists and turns, Ravenclaw felt that his legs were weak and weak, and his mouth was dry, like cotton stuffed. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders, her clothes were loosely covered, and she leaned on the bed with a pale complexion, but when Allen got up, she pretended to be nothing.

"When will we set out?" Allen asked when he saw that Royner seemed to have not washed up.

"Well... I think we can go some more tomorrow. I still have some things I haven't finished today." Ravenclaw said calmly, flipping through a thick magic book beside him getting up, as if he really put all his attention into it.

Alan frowned. He noticed something was wrong with the other party. His feet that always swayed flexibly are now placed obediently on the bed, and his head, which was more scattered than usual, were discovered to show the other party's embarrassment. His slightly pursed, slightly white lips, and stiff body were telling Alan that she felt uncomfortable-Luna was in this state and expression when she ate pickled lard before.

"Since that's the case, I'll borrow your tools to practice your hands today." After saying that, Allen directly set up the alchemy tools, searched for the medicinal materials he needed in an orderly manner, and then naturally called the house elf Maggie to go to the garden downstairs of Hufflepuff to replenish the missing potion plants.

"You know." Ravenclaw noticed Allen's actions, knew the other party's plans, so he no longer planned to hide the book in his hand and put it back and just watched the other party's pharmaceuticals quietly.

While dealing with medicinal materials, Allen kept talking to Royner. Ravenclaw answered without saying a word, but showed no signs of impatientness. Through conversation, Allen found that in this era, those medicinal materials that make magic potions and attribute potions were not too scarce, but only a few big families had enough background to inherit these formulas. In addition, there are many ferocious magic creatures in the wild where these magical materials grow, which is more dangerous - but obviously these are not a big problem for the four founders of Hogwarts.

A cup of hot potion was freshly out of the potion, and Allen handed it to Ravenclaw sitting on the bed. The witch frowned slightly because of the smell of the potion, closed her eyes, raised her chin, and drank it all. A little potion flowed out from the corner of her mouth - but the comfort brought by the potion caused by the flow of her stomach and intestines made her close her eyes. Then, she leaned her head against Allen's shoulder, sitting on the bed, and her face brushed directly across Allen's shoulder.

Even through the clothes, Alan could feel the warm lips on his shoulders. He turned his head and watched Ravenclaw's nose and mouth change shape because he used too much effort to wipe his shoulders. Ravenclaw rubbed his rubbed clean with his clothes, stuffed the wooden cup back to Alan, poured it onto the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it on his body, looked like he was planning to fall asleep with the effect of the magic potion.

After taking the cup handed back by the other party, Allen did not move, but just looked blankly at the stain on his shoulders.

It was not until the next day that Alan, who returned from going to the bathroom outside to see Royna Ravenclaw, who should have recovered, woke up. She lay on the desk and chair and was reading the blue book she had not finished reading to relieve her boredom. Until now, Alan had read this knight novel clearly. He had probably looked around for a few glances before and put it back into the bookcase, because Alan found that it was full of all kinds of old story plots for him...

Seeing Allen's return, Ravenclaw nodded to him with satisfaction, "Your potion formula is indeed better than my previous recipe, but we will go to see the school address when the carnival is over. I don't want to move too much these days."

"Of course, the recipe for my potions is also on parchment." Allen nodded in agreement. The other party had just recovered and was not suitable to go out and run too far. However, seeing her curly hair spreading around on the chair, Allen couldn't help but sigh in a slight complaining tone: "Your hair is much messier today than before."

"You can comb?" A light inquiry came from Ravenclaw, and Allen nodded.

The cow horn comb next to a silver-headed crown on the dressing table flew into Allen's hands. Its middle part was carved with some ravens, two rows of teeth, one thick and sparse, and the other thin and dense. Allen also noticed that the elf-style branch-leaf crown was not the later crown that could increase the wearer's wisdom and inlaid with huge blue gems. It looked just a jewelry headdress with some artistic atmosphere in this era.

After coming to his senses, Alan, who found himself holding the comb, he hesitated for a moment and understood what Ravenclaw meant. After asking with the other person's permission, he came behind the witch, stroked Ravenclaw's hair with one hand and draped them all behind the chair, and then carefully cleaned them with a stickless technique to them, then held the comb with the other hand, and combed it from top to bottom.

Ravenclaw's eyes were still focused on the storybook, but between his eyebrows, his expression relaxed a lot because of the gentleness of Allen's movements. Then he comfortably picked up the cup next to him and took a sip of raw ginkgo juice.

Alan carefully combed the other party bit by bit, "Look at how?" Alan asked softly, letting go of the witch's hair and taking a step back.

A silver mirror floated in front of Ravenclaw and behind his head. The witch turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her originally scattered head found that none of her hair was combed out, and all of them were meticulously combed. Even the fine hair near her neck was repaired neatly by Allen. Two bundles of long hair fell on her chest, and the exposed two ears were divided into wavy braids. By pressing slightly, they were sorted out into beautiful curves. The rest were naturally put down. On the top of her hair, the silver crown with a cross-branch shape was fixed.

Alan was quite satisfied at this time. He looked at his work with a slight nostalgic look. Now, Ravenclaw is not only scattered and casual, his expression is not serious enough, and his face is more immature and young, but his image is very similar to that of Ravenclaw that Allen had seen in his impression.
Chapter completed!