A glint of wisdom flashed in Anemone's eyes, who looked exactly like the younger version of Michelle Yeoh.
She did not reject Sophie's arrival.
All she needed was a closer relationship with a prominent SGE member and the principal, Basil.
He is indispensable to SGE.
She didn't care whether the member was a professor or a student, whether it was hopeless or forever.
Therefore, she offered her suggestion without hesitation. "Competitive quizzes often involve rewards. My suggestion for this reward is—"
However, Anemone did not anticipate how foolish and opportunistic Sophie was.
Before she could finish speaking, Sophie posted in the group, "If I guess right, can I actually get together with you in real life, Basil?"
"Let the principal have a one-on-one date with the one who guessed correctly for a week." In reality, Anemone's words had just finished.
Hearing all this, Sophie tilted her head. "Huh?"
"What did you say?" Anemone's lips twitched.
Beatrix scoffed. "As expected of Hopeless, filthy and shameless. She wants to be with the prince in reality—"
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she hinted with a clapping sound.
"You guys..." Anemone sighed, then transformed into a butterfly and flew out of the window, leaving the room.
Sophie asked in confusion, "Why did the professor leave?"
Beatrix raised her eyebrows. "Of course, it's the hopelessness you bring that's disgusting."
A small hand wearing a silk glove fanned itself in front of its delicate nose.
"It stinks."
The two engaged in an offline battle.
They paid no attention to what Basil said in response to Sophie's outrageous remarks.
Of course, the same applies to Ariana.
She almost never paid attention to the group chat.
In that cramped carriage, she was getting very intimate with Hermione, and, it must be said, Phoebe was also there.
Ariana possesses a quality that evokes pity and tenderness.
She acted as a glue, allowing Phoebe and Hermione, who initially disliked each other, to communicate normally.
Phoebe learned that Hermione was completely unaware of the existence of the Dream Kingdom and the interdimensional Chat Group.
Hermione also learned their names and origins.
"What? Your last name Dumbledore!"
"Merlin's flowery shorts! You're a student of Nick Flume!"
However, judging from Hermione's expression, she was more surprised by the latter.
One second, she was a pretty old French woman whose speech sounded like she was spitting phlegm.
The next moment, a mentor who combines beauty and wisdom.
This is how Hermione's opinion of Phoebe changed.
She leaned forward, her mouth uttering words like a machine gun.
Phoebe was startled and instinctively shrank back. "Stop, stop, stop. We'll deal with the problems one by one."
Ariana, the glue that held the two together, was instead left out in the cold.
So, she projected her consciousness into the group and began to look at the chat history.
Ariana: "What?! Sophie ruined the quiz show!"
She couldn't help but vent in the group chat.
She saw Basil's sigh following Sophie's words, "Never mind then. Let me be frank, you can think of Nymphadora Tonks as a weaker version of Umbridge from the fifth novel."
"You will see her in the High Table in a little while."
Then came the criticism of Sophie from other people in the group.
Bellatrix's reaction was the most intense.
Because of the previous leak incident, she replaced Sophie's position in the group.
He also became the only group member without the [Dream Mark].
Every time Bella saw Madison showing off his wizard robes, Zoe flipping through Grimoire with animated images, or Beatrix's appearance after drinking the Beauty Potion, Bellatrix eyes would widen in horror and she would feel utterly tormented.
Although she can be purchased through the group store, Basil should still be listed.
When it comes to women's things, Basil was ultimately less knowledgeable than Narcissa.
So, in order to restore her status in the group, Bellatrix criticized Sophie from head to toe, even finding fault with Sophie's indescribable posture, saying it was a bit rude and lowered the group's standards.
Upon seeing these, Ariana's mind went blank, and she was unable to process anything.
Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were busy exchanging Chocolate Frog cards.
The food cart has already been here.
This time, Harry didn't buy three of everything.
He didn't want to appear too childish in front of his father's friend, the future professor.
So, in front of the woman whose eyes lit up at the sight of a regular customer, Harry simply picked out some Chocolate Frog, Pumpkin Pasty, and Cauldron Cakes.
After the woman left with a sullen face, Ron eagerly took the Cauldron Cakes.
After tasting it, he frowned. "Why doesn't it taste the same as it used to?"
"How disappointing! Peter's escape from prison can affect the taste of food?"
In the distant Black Forest of Albania, Peter Pettigrew sneezed.
"Hey!" Harry quickly looked at Lupin and then scolded him.
Lupin waved his hand. "I'm not that fragile."
But the atmosphere inside the carriage suddenly became quiet.
If it weren't for Ginny's understanding nature, waving a picture of chocolate and feigning surprise, "I drew Parasher! The famous alchemical genius of the 15th century! His name is so long: Philippians Aurelius de Foraster Bombasz von Hohenheim."
They'll probably be standing there in a daze until they arrive at their destination.
Instead of swapping cards like we do now.
Lupin would occasionally comment on the characters on the cards, "His full name is Aberric Glenn, a 19th-century wizard inventor. He is most famous for his Dungbomb —magical stink bombs that emit a rotten smell."
"But James doesn't really like playing it, except against Snape."
"Because that would get his hands covered in grayish-brown clay, so he couldn't mess up his hair and pretend he'd just gotten off a broom."
"Tusell of the Explosion Charm. She was very powerful, and became the Champion of the All England Wizarding Tournament in 1430 with the Explosion Charm she invented."
"Sirius loved using it. It made the grease on Snape's head crackle."
"Bol Alderton, he's a legend!"
"James always wanted to go down in history like him. He used magic to create a birthday cake, which ended up blowing up the village of Little Drooping in Hampshire."
"The most amazing thing is that the explosion only destroyed the building and did not injure a single person."
"Gonsilda of Goshmore".
"A one-eyed, hunchbacked witch, the prototype of witches in fairy tales."
"He invented a treatment for Dragon Pox."
"It's such a pity. If it had appeared earlier, Chauncey Aldridge wouldn't have died."
"Ah, Bridget Winlock. She's the most interesting."
"She's the one I'm most interested in."
"However, what interests me is not her achievement—being the first to discover the magical properties of the number seven."
"Although most Ravenclaw claim that she is Ravenclaw."
"But she's actually from Hufflepuff, which is unbelievable (Nymphadora Tonks, who is from Hufflepuff, clenches her fist while the person in the next carriage eavesdrops with magic). After graduating, she studied Arithmancy and became a learned and famous Arithmancy diviner."
"All magical researchers are very careful to protect their discoveries."
"But she took it to the point of madness."
"All the studies were written entirely in Invisible Ink, and the sentences were flipped upside down and left and right, and the handwriting was very messy."
"No, it's not just research; to be precise, she only has Invisible Ink at home."
"Even if you send a blessing letter, the contents are invisible."
"But she is also careless."
"I often forget where I put those little pieces of paper with invisible notes on them."
"Therefore, in Dingworth -Wenlock's hometown, she could often be seen retracing her steps, casting Revealing Charm on every little piece of paper she encountered, in order to find the Arithmancy calculations she had lost."
"But the most popular story is the one about her discovering the magical properties of the number seven."
"It was one morning, while she was eating breakfast, that she wrote down this famous theory in Invisible Ink."
"But she soon forgot where she had written her theory."
"Then on the same day, she wrote another letter to her cousin."
"After sending the letter, she couldn't find her theory at home, so she suddenly thought of a possibility: maybe her theory was written on the back of the envelope."
Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately grabbed a broom and managed to catch up with the owl that was delivering the message.
"However, we all know how reliable owls are. They won't deliver letters to anyone other than the recipient."
Even if it's your own master asking for it.
"After being pecked and scratched by the owl several times, Wenlock had to fly with the owl to her cousin's house in the Johngrotts Village, 600 miles away. She then retrieved the letter from her cousin and used the Revealing Charm on it."
"It turned out there was something on the back of the letter, but it was just a cake recipe."
"Then, she hurriedly flew 600 miles back to Dingworth's house to search for him."
"It was lying on her kitchen table, on top of a sugar packet."
Ron said, "This is too Ravenclaw! Is she really Hufflepuff?"
Ginny: "Her cousins must be very surprised."
Harry, however, stroked his chin and asked a question completely unrelated to Bridget Wenlock: "Dragon Pox? What's that?"
Lupin was somewhat surprised, but still replied, "It's a contagious disease among wizards and witches, and it carries a deadly risk."
"It still cannot be cured to this day."
"In addition to leaving scars on the patient's skin, this disease also causes their skin to remain bluish for a long time."
"In addition, in some milder cases, patients develop green and purple rashes between their toes and sneeze with Spark coming out of their nostrils."
Harry immediately thought of fantasy novels, "Rash and Spark?"
"Could it be that the rash is actually scales that haven't grown out yet, Spark are because the fire dragon's breathing glands are starting to grow in the neck?"
"That's why it's called Dragon Pox!"
"It actually came from a fire dragon!"
Lupin nodded. "Yes, the Chauncey Aldridge I just mentioned was the first patient with Dragon Pox. He was an expert on fire-dragons and contracted the disease through close contact with Peruvian Vipertooth, eventually dying from it."
When the topic of close contact came up, Lupin's eyes darted around and his words became somewhat hesitant.
If you close your eyes and listen, you might think that Quirrell's spirit has been resurrected in him.
"Charlie!" Ron exclaimed.
"He's researching fire dragons in Romania!" Ginny was also very worried.
Lupin reassured him, "It's not an easy disease to contract. To be precise, Charlie is safe."
"Chansey Aldridge is the only dragon research scholar suffering from this disease."
"Why?" Ron and the other two asked curiously.
Lupin hesitated, "Because they will take precautions."
Ron and Ginny were still confused.
But the sense of déjà vu from Harry grew stronger; the relationship between wizards and witches was incurable, and preventative measures were needed.
He blurted out, "Syphilis?"
Lupin's facial muscles stiffened, but he was never good at refusing, especially when faced with Lily's eyes and James's face.
He could only grit his teeth and say, "Yes, the scientific name for Dragon Pox is 'Dragon Syphilis'."
Harry felt nauseous. "Just like how syphilis actually originated from Africans and chimpanzees?"
Lupin shook his head. "You're probably talking about AIDS. I've lived in the Muggle World too. It doesn't necessarily come from gorillas; it could also be the local long-tailed monkeys. To be precise, long-tailed monkeys are more likely. They're small and easier to control (Nymphadora Tonks's gaze became even more disdainful)."
Ahhh, as soon as he said it, Lupin wanted to commit suicide.
What he said to James and Lily's child.
But he just couldn't refuse. Looking at James's face, his mouth involuntarily opened and closed, and he blurted it out.
His weakest point is controlling himself, and his Legilimency are also quite average.
Harry's eyes glazed over.
Lupin did not deny it. He simply changed the subject, emphasizing the difference between syphilis and AIDS.
In other words, the original dragon plague syphilis actually came from wizards and dragons!
The Peruvian Vipertooth is indeed the smallest of the fire-breathing dragons. Huh!
Harry forced back his nausea. "It was only like this in the first case, right? The later Dragon Pox patients didn't get the disease this way, did they?"
Lupin nodded repeatedly. "Yes. The rooms behind are for wizards and sorceresses."
"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Ron squinted.
Through his understanding of Harry, he keenly sensed that something was amiss.
Everyone's attention was on Wenlock, but Harry was thinking about Dragon Pox.
All of these things connected in his mind.
The brain begins to work at high speed.
A memory etched deep in my mind began to surface.
It was a cold winter day, in a warm, the Burrow.
As Dad ate bread dipped in onion soup, he glanced at the newspaper and said dismissively, "Dragon Pox? These so-called Pure-blood nobles are such a mess."
"I remember Abraxas Malfoy also died from Dragon Pox."
"I really hope that when I wake up tomorrow, I'll hear the bad news about Lucius Malfoy."
Thinking of this, Ron stood up. "I know! Harry, you, Harry, you're wondering why Abraxas Malfoy died from Dragon Pox —a disease for which a cure has been found!"
Whoosh!
The door suddenly opened.
Draco Malfoy, a muscular man dressed in a Greek style, appeared at the door.
Two chubby guys followed behind him.
"What? The first thing I heard when I arrived was you calling my grandfather's name!"