Chapter 590 Tree House
When Alan woke up again, he felt as if he had entered another world. Unlike the blue tent, the room Alan was in at the moment was a standard circular room, and everything was made into an arc, which was different from the blue tent. The walls dovetail. But this was a clean and pure resting space, and he could feel the smoothness and softness of the silk quilt on his body.
The floors and interior decorations are all exquisitely crafted of beautiful and high-quality teak wood. On the opposite side of the bed, an entire wooden wall was carved into a bookshelf, on which books of all kinds, large and small, were arranged in a patchwork manner. Through the open window, Allen saw the starry sky outside, and it turned out that it was already late at night. He went to the window and found that he was sitting on the clouds at this time - this is a tree house perched on the huge oak tree that grows freely, and the big oak tree grows in the low and narrow valley between the two mountains place.
Allen looked down, and he felt that the tree house was floating on the canopy like this. Some bird houses were scattered among the towering tree trunks, and ravens sometimes fell into them, and several irregular wooden stairs were some wide. Some are big, some are narrow and small, wobbly and rotating, sometimes stretched and extended to switch positions to connect different bird houses, but after a careful scan, there is no ladder connected to the ground for people to go up and down on the periphery.
No matter the wooden house, the stairs or the bird house, they are all integrated with nature, making people feel like walking in the sky city. When a gust of wind blows, the house will shake and undulate slightly. Listening to the wind and birdsong, feeling the ancient natural atmosphere, accompanied by this state of movement with the rhythm of nature is a bit of a "free spirit".
The lake by the tree was crystal clear under the illumination of the many immortal lanterns floating around the big oak tree. The grass by the lake extended to the roots of the trees, but Allen found that the grass at the roots of the trees was obviously higher than the surrounding area. lap.
Looking into the distance, you can see the little fires in the wooden houses with stone foundations in the town. The silhouettes of those houses are dark and short under the starlight, but they are quite long. Some houses are also decorated with some ivy or It is the leaves of climbing vines, and the window looks very small.
In front of the wooden desk in front of the bookshelf, Rowena Ravenclaw was writing quickly on a piece of parchment with a black quill, biting the tail of the feather from time to time to think for a moment—after writing, she used two fingers He picked up the parchment and blew it gently.
"Crack!" With a sound, a house elf wearing a blue linen skirt and jacket, and a little blue hat on his head appeared beside Rowena Ravenclaw. The elf is clean and beautiful, but Alan is very familiar with her. This is obviously the house elf Maggie that the system rewarded him at the beginning! But the age looks very young for a house-elf and seems to have just come of age...
Rowena Ravenclaw handed the parchment to Maggie, "Maggie, besides these, go to her kitchen to catch a longhorned toad and come back alive." The elf bowed obediently and looked at it curiously. Glancing at Alan on the bed, the figure disappeared from the room.
Hearing Maggie's name, Allen's eyes flashed, and he knew that his subconscious must have been affected when he named Maggie. Allen smiled self-deprecatingly, it turned out that he really didn't know anything.
Allen stared blankly at Rowena Ravenclaw, but she opened a wooden box with a carved metal pull ring, took out various shapes of pharmaceutical utensils from it, put them on the long table, and set up the crucible , "I will pull out those two warthog teeth for you first, and I should have questions for you after I read the memory later."
Maggie returned to the room soon, and she handed over a basket of medicinal materials to her master. Rowena took the basket with both hands, "It's all ready."
After finishing speaking, Ravenclaw had added a lot of things to the cauldron, and Allen could only recognize a few of them. He noticed that some of them were also used in Potions class, apparently because of the way herbs were processed at this time in the Middle Ages Not quite the same makes them look completely different...and quite a few plants were extinct or endangered for Allen's time.
Maggie bouncingly started to attack the witch master, and Rowena probably sensed Alan's gaze, and began to explain when she dispensed the medicinal materials, "To be sure, we need... a few horned slugs Insect fat, although I usually use it to treat scabies." She took a round bottle from Maggie's hand, turned the bottle upside down, and dripped into the cauldron.
Ravenclaw seemed to be in good spirits making the potion, she even spun around as she moved her feet after putting down the bottle, and reached into a cage. "Some more longhorned toad urine." She caught the toad, squeezed out the urine, added the liquid into the cauldron, and threw the toad out of the window casually, and a raven seemed to be very skilled at it. Air took the poor little creature with its claws, and carried it back to the bird house.
Allen saw her move with vulgar elegance, her throat moved, and her body stepped back.
She raised one eyebrow and let her eyes bend, and continued like a chant: "The finger bones of the dead man marinated with the sap of the guardian tree and lavender essential oil—these are the two that were taken from your face earlier, and they are of good quality." She put a thick blue-purple finger joint on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly, with an expression of intoxication and disgust, "I love the smell of lavender and the sap of the guardian tree, but the smell of dead finger bones is stronger."
With a little force in both hands, the finger bones fell into the steaming cauldron. Rowena Ravenclaw glanced at Allen lightly, "The coins owned by the wizard who died accidentally— —taken from the pockets of three different wizards, plus three teaspoons of the silver substance containing hope, emotions and memories extracted from the head of a Muggle priest.” With a ding dong, the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the cauldron sounded, and every time There is a sound, and the white mist with mother-of-pearl luster suddenly rises up in a spiral shape.
"The production of potions in the Middle Ages is really different from modern potions. Although the active ingredients are similar, they are still full of feudal superstition, and too many unnecessary parts are added..." Allen, who was complaining, felt that his hair had been pulled out a few times. root.
After the sound of "Bah...", Rowena Ravenclaw spit into the cauldron and added Alan's hair into it. This behavior and pain completely pulled Alan's thoughts back, He stared dumbfounded at the other person's frowning, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a blue handkerchief: "You have to drink a small can before going to bed, and the remaining topical application will be more effective than the previous one."
She scooped up a spoonful of the blue viscous potion, filled it with satisfaction into a small round jar, then poured the remainder into a large wooden bowl—noting the bottom of the cauldron, and It was handed over to the house-elf on the side, "The bottom of the cauldron is burnt, take it to mend."
Then, she approached directly, raised the wand in her hand and let the tip of the wand lightly touch Alan's cheek. Ina? Removed them.
Allen believed that with Rowena Ravenclaw's level of magic, he should be able to pull them out very gently without causing him too much pain-he could finally speak.