Chapter 546: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 231

"Don't—don't—"

Harry said weakly, but Professor Qiluo was already twirling his wand.

Harry's bones were fixed, or perhaps they were gone.

In any case, Jia Siting was far away, but Professor Qiluo's spell was cast very quickly, and Jia Siting had no time to stop it.

When Harry's hand turned into a pathetic, lifeless thing, Jia Siting inexplicably began to wonder if such a spell existed.

He quickly browsed through the "Standard Book of Spells" series in his mind, and finally, Jia Siting concluded that this was something Professor Qiluo had invented himself.

This discovery left Jia Siting somewhat stunned.

"Chicken Claw Deboning Divine Curse?"

Jia Siting didn't know why he suddenly blurted out that sentence.

Jia Siting gave him a strange look.

"Alright, Jia Siting, if you aren't worried, I suppose I have nothing to worry about either..."

He blinked.

This sentence was almost nonsensical, but Na Wei, who had been shaking like a sieve beside them, stopped trembling.

Jia Siting seemed to glance at Na Wei casually, only then revealing worry in his eyes.

Professor Qiluo hadn't set Harry's bones; he had removed them entirely.

When Jia Siting and the others sent Harry to the hospital, Madam Pomfrey was very unhappy.

"You should have come straight to me!"

She said angrily, lifting that limp, floppy thing—just half an hour ago, it had been a fully functional arm,

"I could have mended the bones in a second—but to make them grow back—"

"You can do that too, can't you?"

Harry asked very urgently.

"It will be very painful, drink it, growing bones is a very uncomfortable thing."

Madam Pomfrey held a large bottle labeled Skele-Gro, and under the curious gazes of everyone, she poured a full cup.

Harry took a sip, gagged, and almost threw up.

"Did you think it was pumpkin juice?"

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at him.

As far as she knew, only one person could drink something special from a certain Potions Master.

She looked at the young wizard holding an ancient book, his knuckles revealing a few words on the cover:

"Simple Introduction to Empty Talismans."

Just then, the hospital wing door suddenly opened, and the Gryffindor team members came to see Harry.

They were all covered in mud, looking like drowned rats.

"Harry, you flew brilliantly,"

George said,

"I just saw Ma Kusi Flint yelling at Ma Er, saying the Golden Snitch was right above his head and he couldn't see it. Ma Er didn't look very happy."

The team members brought cakes, candies, and several bottles of pumpkin juice.

They gathered around Harry's bed, about to start a very happy party, when Madam Pomfrey roared as she rushed over:

"This child needs rest, he has thirty-three bones to grow! Out! Out!"

She was like an eagle protecting its young,

"Of course, not including you, dear Jia Siting, we need to talk about the potions we've been lacking lately..."

Thus, only Harry and Jia Siting were left in the hospital wing.

Jia Siting tallied the potions for a while, and Madam Pomfrey walked away happily:

"Don't change the flavor of the potions without permission, child. If they get a taste for sweetness, there's no telling what the hospital will be like."

Jia Siting finally understood why most of the potions in the school hospital tasted so bad.

He looked toward the curtain; Harry was tossing and turning, as the feeling of growing bones was not pleasant.

However, interestingly, Harry had a connection to the Skele-Gro potion.

An ancestor of the Potter family—Linfred of Stinchcombe—invented many potions, one of which, after evolution, became Skele-Gro.

Now, it was acting on his descendant.

Come to think of it, if wizarding magic is a form of faith, then how should those peculiar magical bloodlines be explained?

Jia Siting pondered, suddenly noticing a problem.

It seemed that only the bloodline abilities of powerful wizards were passed down, such as the Dumbledore bloodline's phoenix affinity, or Slytherin's Parseltongue...

At least until now, Jia Siting had never heard of a "slug-tongue" bloodline, nor had he heard of abilities like caterpillar affinity.

Logically speaking, magic is vast; if bloodlines were truly a mutation and inheritance, then the appearance of some special bloodlines should be possible.

But in fact, there was a blank space regarding these.

In other words, only the unique bloodlines of great wizards were passed down.

So, when a wizard reaches an extremely high level, what exactly happens to them? ===== CHAPTER 547 =====