HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Everyone's eyes fell on Oliver.

Regulus's eyes lit up, and so did Astoria.

"Did you find someone?" Regulus said happily.

"Yes." Oliver was still angry and leaned against the door.

The old man was also holding the door tremblingly, as if he wanted to vomit but couldn't. His legs and feet were also trembling, and his head was covered with beads of sweat.

The old man sat down on the small stool and rested for a long time.

"I was still in Berlin, and suddenly I saw this young man. He didn't say anything to the old man... The next second, I came to England. He was young and in good health. He pulled me and ran away. It came over without stopping - I hadn't even left my breath when I was out of breath, but it passed away when I was out of breath.

"Sorry, sir." Oliver felt guilty but not too guilty and said impatiently, "If you have recovered now, please see how Aphra is doing."

"I am a fortune teller, not a doctor..." The old man stood up tremblingly, but still walked to the bed.

The other boys consciously made way for a passage so that the old man could see more clearly.

The old man pulled out a banner from his pocket, which read, "Miaoshou Rejuvenation." He chuckled, "Actually, I know a little bit about it."

It's a pity that the people present couldn't understand those words and just stared at the old man with a cold face.

The old man's scalp was numb, "Okay, okay, I'll take a look at the little baby."

The old man pinched his fingers and closed his eyes. His lips were moving, but he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

Just as the old man was mumbling something, everyone held their breath and concentrated.

Harry clenched his fists and looked at Astoria, "What's going on?"

"I don't know much about this matter...but Dumbledore won't let us talk, and we won't tell you even half of it." Astoria said bravely, with a firm attitude.

"Can……"

"I'm going to report Mr. Dumbledore." Astoria decisively chose to run away. The old man was finally found, and Mr. Dumbledore should know about it.

"It's still the same old problem," the old man said as if he had expected it. "I have already said that her soul is too powerful and needs to be refined. But... now her soul has been cut in half. If she loses money for a while, she will of course fall into coma. .”

"Half?" Draco exclaimed. Although he was confused, he also realized that cutting off half of the soul was not a good thing.

The old man glanced at the boys present, and finally laid his eyes on Regulus.

"No wonder." The old man said slowly, his eyes blazing.

Regulus realized that the old man was nodding at him. Did Miss Greengrass's soul actually come to him?

"Repairing the soul is a big project, and of course it takes a lot of effort." The old man turned his attention to the ring again and stroked his beard.

"Is there any solution?" Cedric asked hurriedly.

"Of course, it's quite easy." The old man said meaningfully, "Gather yang and replenish yin, forge your body, and integrate your body and mind - to put it bluntly, it's just to do something that will be harmonious."

The boys were silent.

Regulus was the first to react and did not dare to speak.

Seeing that no one spoke, Ron asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Blaise's expression almost didn't tense up. He bit his lip. It couldn't be what he thought, right?

Cedric's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he almost choked on his saliva.

Harry lowered his head and stared at his toes, the tips of his ears turning red.

"Ah..." Theodore blinked, his eyelashes trembling.

Oliver took a step forward, but said nothing.

Fred and George looked at each other, their eyes innocent but containing some unspeakable meaning.

"What do you mean?" Ron wondered, why didn't anyone pay attention to him? !

"No one will treat you as mute if you don't speak." Draco pretended to push Ron viciously, and his own face was frighteningly hot.

The old man didn't take it seriously, "It's up to her to choose. She will choose the most nourishing one."

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"What do you mean?" Ron asked Harry quietly.

Harry blushed and shook his head, "Don't ask."

Only then did Ron see something else in everyone's reactions, and he blushed belatedly.

The old man took out a small box from his tattered pocket, with a black pill inside.

"Just give her this." The old man said confidently.

"Can you trust it?" Draco subconsciously questioned the old man.

After all, the old man’s origins are unknown, so what if he is right? Who knows if he is kind or not?

"I think... I can trust him." Oliver couldn't help but say, "Aphroa said she trusted him, so I believed it, because I believed everything Aphroa said."

"Say it like I don't believe it..." Draco muttered.

"Kids, I think there are a lot of people here." Dumbledore walked in, followed by Astoria and Daphne.

No one moved.

Dumbledore coughed, unable to restrain the group of students.

"Disobedient students will have fifty points deducted from their college."

"Anyway, there are people from the three colleges..." Ron added quietly.

Everyone seemed to agree.

"Fifty points each."

The Gryffindors exchanged glances, silently calculating how many more points they would lose than Slytherin.

Cedric was rarely in the mood to comfort himself, since he was the only one in Hufflepuff.

"Sir, you won't buckle it," Theodore said indifferently. "If you buckle it, the whole school will guess what happened. You don't want to make a big fuss."

Dumbledore was so overwhelmed that he had to compromise, "Okay..."

Blaise gave Theodore a thumbs up, and Draco grinned.

Strangely, it feels like a love rival has turned into a comrade-in-arms.

Draco retracted his bared teeth and looked serious.

"Old sir, I came all the way and I didn't treat you well." Dumbledore looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man held up his hand and said, "I'm sorry for coming here so rashly as I was entrusted by someone."

The two of them walked in a big circle, and everyone present felt irritated.

Daphne finally found a chance to interject, "Sir, just tell me the price."

"Two hundred galleons." The old man was unambiguous and answered Daphne immediately, as if he had long expected to hear this sentence.

"Two hundred Galleons?" Ron said in surprise.

"I'll pay," Harry said without hesitation.

"Is it your turn?" Draco rolled his eyes at him and raised his hand, "I'll do it."

Theodore opened his mouth, and Daphne gave Draco a vicious look, "Is it your turn?! I haven't even settled the accounts with you...and you!"

"They ordered me." Draco betrayed his teammates without hesitation.

Blaise looked away silently, pretending not to know anything. Theodore pursed his lips and was speechless at him.

"I'll pay." Daphne waved her hand nonchalantly, "Is this medicine useful?"

"Children are innocent."