Chapter 114: The Promise Between Rolf and Shirley (Happy New Year)

The injuries on the air-winged bird were far more serious than Rolf had imagined:

It was covered with dried blood stains, and the wounds extended from the head to the abdomen. It was almost split in half by a heavy blow from top to bottom.

"The muscles are necrotic, the wounds are covered with carbuncle, and even the maggots are unwilling to approach the affected area." Nymeria sighed softly: "I used leeches to suck, but all the leeches died..."

Rolf peeled off the herbs that Nymeria had applied, looked at the blackened wound, and frowned:

"There is black magic on it that prevents the wound from healing. The rotten flesh must be cut off first."

Rolf stretched out his hand, and without his reminder, the ponytail girl had taken out a bottle of purple magic potion from the box and handed it to him.

It was an anesthetic potion made from psychedelic solitary and green grass. The drug was very strong. If it was taken by a wizard, there was a high probability that it would cause memory loss, but it was just right for a magical creature like the air-winged bird.

Shirley moistened a piece of soft cloth stained with herbs with alcohol, wiped the wound of the airbird, and then took a needle as thick as an arm and stabbed it near the wound of the airbird.

The airbird struggled to break free, baring its teeth, but Nymeria hugged it tightly, whispering words of comfort, and finally calmed the airbird down.

Less than thirty seconds later, the airbird was paralyzed and fell to the ground, only its eyes were still open, its sapphire-like beads staring at the sky, and its tongue was also crooked, giving people a sense of deja vu.

Rolf took out a sterilized scalpel, crossed the blade across the wound of the airbird, and cut it hard.

The abscess burst, and yellow pus flowed out, like sour milk.

He continued to dig down, and soon blood gushed out along with the pus, and the blood flowed on the ground. The hot blood was hazy in the cold air, like a flame.

Rolf cut open the rotten flesh, and his dragon-skin gloves were soaked in bright red. Seeing Nymeria's worried face, he comforted her, "Seeing blood is a good thing."

When Shirley used a few pieces of soft gauze boiled in potion to dip, squeeze, and wipe away all the pus for the air-wing bird, a bucket of clear water had become a turbid soup, and a glance would scare any normal person.

Rolf applied a light green ointment on the wound of the air-wing bird, and then wrapped it with a bandage. He whispered:

"That's all for tonight. There will be trouble in the follow-up. I will take the air-wing bird back to Hogwarts to treat it slowly.

Nymeria... As a deal, you need to divine for me where the wizard who rescued Peter is."

Nymeria nodded, and she quickly lit the bonfire, and threw sage and sweet mallow into it. The flames instantly exuded a strong grass fragrance.

Rolf and Shirley stood by, watching Nymeria dancing there.

Rolf stared at the flames for a long time without blinking, until his eyes were dry and tired, but he didn't see anything from the flames.

It seems that he really has no talent for divination.

Of course, after taming Nymeria 100%, he can get her talent for prediction.

But such a fierce big foreign horse, let alone completely taming it, it would be difficult to ride it and gallop.

"Are we going back to Hogwarts tonight?" Shirley asked in a low voice.

"Looking at Nymeria's posture, it's impossible to finish in a short time. We won't go back to school tonight." Rolf sighed and said with concern:

"Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to bed early. There is a bed in the black box. You can go there to sleep for a night."

"Not sleepy at all!" Shirley wrapped her fingers around her thin ponytail. She blinked and said softly:

"Rolf, I want to see the night view of the Forbidden Forest. Can you... accompany me?"

"Okay." Rolf nodded.

The two of them walked back along the original path, one in front of the other. After walking for more than ten minutes, they walked out of the cave, stood on an open platform, and looked into the distance.

Above their heads was a bright starry sky, so clean and beautiful that it would make anyone who was too busy to look up feel trembling.

The light of the stars sprinkled in the mountains, dotted with gray-green forests, and in the distance were towering mountains covered with ice and snow, and the occasional cry of a snowy owl.

Shirley was mesmerized by the sight. She looked up at the starry sky and whispered softly, "It's so beautiful."

Rove looked at the ponytail girl's smile from the corner of his eye and nodded, "It's really beautiful."

Shirley turned her head to look at Rove, smiling brightly, "Rove, have you ever seen a better view than this?"

"Of course." Rove thought about it seriously and smiled, "Climb to the top of the Pyramid of Khufu, overlooking the ancient Egyptian buildings and the Nile River under the bright starry sky;

Stand on the statue of Christ on the top of the Corvado Mountain, overlooking the world;

Lie on the ancient dome of the Hagia Sophia, gazing at Constantinople..."

"Have you been to all these places?" Shirley was surprised.

"No." Rove shook his head and said, "But I heard my grandmother describe it. She once accompanied my grandfather to see those views.

I will definitely see all those beautiful views one day."

The ponytail girl opened her blurred and hazy watery eyes and said enviously, "It's great."

The two stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the scenery for half an hour. The temperature became colder.

Luo Fu whispered: "Shirley, we should go back."

"Stay a little longer." Shirley's voice was as soft as silk, with a hint of coquettishness: "I want to see the sunrise."

Lu Fu smiled, stretched out his fingers to scratch the nose bridge of the ponytail girl, and said: "Sunrise is still a few hours away, you are so sleepy... Go to bed early, be obedient!"

Shirley stretched out two fingers and bargained: "Then hold on for another twenty minutes?"

Lu Fu shook his head and refused.

Shirley didn't give up. She retracted a slender white finger, still holding up her index finger, and said softly, "Ten minutes?"

Rove continued to shake his head.

Shirley bent her index finger, "Five minutes?"

Rove was stunned by this subtle movement. He couldn't help laughing and nodded:

"Okay, just five minutes, hurry up."

"Then let's go back." Shirley tilted her head slightly and said, "But I can't walk anymore."

Rove smiled and squatted down, saying, "Come on, I'll carry you."

Shirley lay on Rove's back contentedly. He carried her, who was not heavy, and slowly moved forward along the cave.

Shirley playfully blew softly into Rolf's ear, and then said in a whisper:

"Rolf, when you go to see those sights, can I go with you?"

Rolf hugged Shirley's tight thighs with both hands, and said gently: "You are my little assistant. If you don't follow me, who will follow?"

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The ponytail girl didn't speak, but hugged Rolf's neck tightly and lay on the boy's shoulder. She felt very warm.

The two quickly returned to the cave. Nymeria stood by the campfire and chanted softly in a strange tone. The ruby ​​in her throat flickered brightly and dimly.

After seeing Rolf carrying Shirley on his back, Nymeria whispered:

"Scamander, the wizard who saved Peter Pettigrew... is dead."

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(Wish all book friends a happy New Year's Eve and New Year!)