Angel and Mrs. Ellison loved the scarves and gloves Su Er had given them.
Especially after learning that the scarves had been made primarily from unicorn hair.
In Mrs. Ellison's words, meeting a unicorn was something women dreamed of at any age. Her darling son had now fulfilled that dream, even though she had already found her knight.
Although the transfigured "unicorn" disappeared the day after Christmas, Angel did not seem particularly sad, because she had a "new favorite."
Every day, she wore her three-piece unicorn-hair set to build snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow.
As might have been expected, a few days before Su Er's Christmas holidays ended, she fell ill and developed a high fever.
It was the first time she had been sick since she was born, and perhaps God wanted to teach her a proper lesson. In any case, Mr. and Mrs. Ellison and Su Er took her to several hospitals and consulted quite a few well-known doctors. She took plenty of medicine, but the fever kept returning after the medicine had done its work.
"Why not try a potion?" asked Hermione, who had come to visit Angel after hearing the news.
"Right..." Su Er was already at a complete loss. "Right, right, right! We still have potions!"
"What potion could make Angel better?"
"Do you remember the potion Professor Snape taught us before the holidays?" Hermione reminded him.
"Cicada sloughs, dittany, daffodils, licorice..."
"That's it! That's it!" Color rose in Su Er's face. "Pepperup Potion! Pepperup Potion can definitely cure Angel!"
"We don't have the equipment or ingredients to make potions here. We have to go to Diagon Alley right away."
Mrs. Ellison, who had been listening to the boy and girl, hesitated. "Su Er..." Her brow furrowed, and her eyes were a