Back at Hogwarts, Zhao Mai had some time to worry about the pharmacy before the official start of school. Most of his funds were spent on testing and manufacturing flu potions, and there were still some gems and gold, but he was unwilling to be exploited by the goblins of Gringott, so there was no problem with using it for life. It was a bit difficult to carry out research and practice.

It is a big truth to be poor and rich in martial arts. It takes a lot of resources to break through the limits of the body and spirit. Fortunately, Zhao Mai is a druid. The healing ability of the natural force saves him a lot of medicines. In terms of spells, it is more important to communicate with the natural will, forming mutual understanding and commanding, rather than studying the principles of each spell like a mage, which can also save a lot of money.

Originally, Zhao Mai thought that his flu prescription could bring some income, even if it was just to recover the cost. Unexpectedly, the United States and Britain, the following was gone after taking his prescription. The flu outside was still fierce, and it seemed to be intensifying. Although some prescriptions appeared, they were not targeted like those produced by Zhao Mai.

"How is Edith? She is still in Oxford. Are you safe recently?" Zhao Mai asked him when he saw Tolkien. Tolkien was very busy recently. In addition to writing articles, he seemed to be helping the Ministry of Magic "translate" some things in the Muggle world, becoming a guiding outline for wizards to understand. Zhao Mai also touched him several times before "catching" Tolkien in the cafeteria.

"She is very good now and does some temporary work in school. I have equipped some flu potions, which she diluted and mixed in the drinking water at school, which can also prevent and prevent recurrence. It's just that the amount of the potions is too small. Edith always hopes to get more, but..." Tolkien looked at Zhao Mai and sighed long: "The materials in the potion store are out of stock, and the government has no further information."

"This means that the opponent has come to the forbidden forest." Zhao Mai said to Tolkien: "I went to the Forbidden Forest to collect herbs not long ago and met the human tribe inside. They were also invaded by the Spanish flu, and the earliest onset time was earlier than that of the people outside. The human and horses did not like to leave the Forbidden Forest, but they had two missing. According to their chief, both of them had symptoms at that time and were likely to have been kidnapped."

"You mean, is it possible that the human race was the original cause of the disease?"

"It is not necessarily the first one, but it should be the earliest known ones." Zhao Mai said: "If you accept Chief Man and Ma, you must know that only the wizards can enter the Forbidden Forest, then the whole thing is likely to be done by the wizards."

"Wizards poison humans, isn't that a possibility? If it was done by wizards, what purpose did they have? The whole incident is not good for wizards, and they will also be infected with this disease and may die." Tolkien shook his head: "I don't believe this would be initiated by wizards, and the curse you mentioned does look like a spell, but I have also checked it. There is no curse with similar effects. It's hard for you to be sure it's from wizards, right?"

"Do you only believe in absolutely definite evidence?"

"I believe in the evidence, and I believe in you, Mike. But sometimes you always think too badly." Tolkien said: "Instead of spending a lot of brain power to guess, you should worry about the branch ceremony that will be held soon. I hope to be able to enter Gryffindor, what about you?"

"It doesn't matter, either one is OK." Zhao Mai saw that Tolkien was indeed not interested in discussing the flu conspiracy, so he stopped pushing back to the magic school: "I can take any class and go to any college. But I hope everyone can be in the same college so that they can take care of each other and will not conflict because of competition between colleges."

"Clash? Even if the kids do that, we definitely won't." Tolkien said with a smile: "Ah, I'm going to go to class with middle school students again. I really feel weird. Fortunately, I'm old enough to take the Ultimate Wizard Level Examination and graduate at any time. I don't have to wait for so many years. This is the only good news. By the way, when are you going to complete the exam?"

"Me? You also know what my spell is. How could I pass the exam?" Zhao Mai smiled bitterly, and then said, "No one expected that the spell you invented for me really works, but it also proves that I cannot use the spells of wizards to cast spells. Unless one day the Ministry of Magic is more open and willing to change the examination standards, I may have to stay forever."

"Eternal eighth-grade senior." Tolkien couldn't help laughing, and the smile under his beard was clearly visible. Every time he talked about magic spells, he was quite proud. After all, not everyone could create real magic language. Zhao Mai was very cautious in this matter and hoped that Tolkien would not speak out for the first time. However, Tolkien believed that this was due to Zhao Mai's usual character: he seemed to always look at the world from the perspective of conspiracy theories and think about things very badly. Although he could make the most comprehensive and profound arrangements from this perspective, wouldn't it be too unhappy to live like that?

Tolkien likes linguistics, especially creating various languages ​​and giving them the accumulation of history. Civilizations without stories, legends, and myths are empty, and the same is true for language. Therefore, based on his experience on the battlefield and to commemorate his friends who died on the battlefield, he began to write "Lost Stories" and celebrate the birth of a spell language by shaping legends. He sent the draft of the story and spells he had sorted back home, let his wife take it away, and hoped that she would also participate to help him inspire.

When the first draft of this book was finished, he decided to show it to Zhao Mai as a gift to commemorate their friendship. Since it was a gift, it would be best accompanied by surprise, so it should be kept confidential now. He smiled and imagined Mike's expression when he received the gift.

"The eternal eighth grade is actually nothing. I found that if you do magic research, it is better to be in Hogwarts outside." Zhao Mai has heard about eighth grade too many times, and it has become indifferent for a long time. Even if he can never graduate, it is because of the examination system, which does not mean that he is not capable enough. "There are potion gardens, various laboratories, large libraries, cafeterias, and relatively isolated environments here. Moreover, I go to class if I don't want to go to school, and run away if I don't want to. Do you think there is a better life than this?"
Chapter completed!