trainer at hogwarts

After a long night of tossing, Maurice and Harry fell asleep during the smooth flight of the Freeze Bird, until the Freeze Bird landed on the roof of the Dursleys' house. Considering that the roof might not be strong, the kind-hearted Freeze Bird floated on it and asked Gardevoir to put Harry back into the storage room and then send his master back home.

When we got home, the sky was already turning pale, and the hard-working Hua Beibei had been watering the garden early.

Gardevoir gently put Maurice on the bed, put him into a set of soft pajamas, then walked into the bathroom, took out a set of warm towels, and carefully wiped off the dust from Maurice's body.

Hua Beibei hid outside the window and watched secretly. The frozen bird shook its head and flew away into the distance.

There seems to be nothing going on recently. I am going out to have some fun. Whoever likes to eat and sleep with this dog food can go and eat it!

"Well……"

Morris turned over and found that he seemed to be lying on the bed.

"Be... subbed..."

Gardevoir thoughtfully helped him cover him with the quilt, then lit the fireplace and closed the curtains.

It's almost dawn, so it can't affect the owner's sleep.

...

Morris woke up from pain. He felt something was wrong all morning, no, at noon.

Gardevoir heard the noise and walked in, wondering: "Master? What's wrong with you?"

"I, how did I... ss, I know, I woke up like this. Good guy, ss... my tooth hurts." Morris wanted to touch half of his face but didn't dare to touch it.

Gardevoir was speechless and gave him a roll of his eyes: "It must be because the master has eaten too many sweets during this period. So late yesterday, the master was still eating muffins, and they were all covered in syrup!"

"Strawberry... Strawberry, and Naoyou, no, cream, oh oh oh, it hurts... delicious." Morris defended.

Gardevoir had a black streak on her head, and she couldn't understand this kind of behavior that cost her life.

"Help me, buy some ibuprofen." Morris reluctantly said, "I'm going to die, ah...it hurts so much."

Gardevoir frowned: "Painkillers? It's better to see a doctor."

"First, let's not talk about it until it hurts."

"..."

"Wait, wait, can you, can you use... Drops of Life on me?" Morris looked at Gardevoir hopefully.

Gardevoir spread his hands and gave him a self-satisfied look: "If I were so almighty, I could change my career to grab the work of almost a baby. But if master really needs it, I can give you a hard support."

Morris fell back on the bed. He was so stubborn that he didn't want to hold on. There is no love in this world.

Gardevoir went out to buy medicine, and walked in as the nanny bug. He sat beside the bed with concern and asked Morris what he needed.

At this time, the benefits of telepathy are fully realized. Being able to communicate without speaking is very suitable for toothache patients.

Morris: "Do you have any ice at home? Cover it with me."

Cold compresses can effectively relieve pain and reduce swelling, although the swelling is not yet there.

The nanny nodded and soon took a popsicle and handed it to Morris.

Morris: "...?"

Are you here to prick my heart? Big sister?

Morris froze these popsicles himself, and his current toothache is indispensable to these popsicles.

Nanny Bug: "Master, I remembered that you wanted to eat smoothies that night when you came back, so you stopped eating them all. You were talking about how can you barbecue without smoothies?"

Morris covered his ears: "..."

Stop talking, stop talking!

He gave up communicating before Gardevoir bought the painkillers.

...

the next day.

Clarissa was very concerned about Maurice's condition, so she rarely stayed at home with her son.

"Well, although Mom usually doesn't care about you much, thinking that you have your own ideas, Mom didn't expect that you would eat so uncontrollably." Clarissa was a little angry, but she was more worried.

Morris lay helpless on the sofa, silently enduring the severe pain.

Clarissa was very angry and confiscated the painkillers because any medicine a child takes is bad for the brain. Also, once it hurts, it will teach you a lesson.

"Really, how could a drugstore sell such a thing to a child? I'm going to report it!" Clarissa was very angry at the time.

Morris quickly explained and saved the poor drugstore.

This also indirectly caused Clarissa to look at him more and more like a naughty child.

"Hurry and get ready, Dr. Granger will be here soon."

Maurice weakly changed his position, and Gardevoir wrapped himself and the nanny bug in illusion, making it look like there were only two people at home.

Clarissa felt distressed: "Just bear with it a little longer. It will be fine when the doctor comes. Don't take painkillers randomly."

Morris nodded wordlessly.

Please, come and save me!

As if he heard his call, there was a knock on the door.

Clarissa hurried over to open the door, and after a while, a handsome man walked in.

"Maurice, this is Dr. Granger." Clarissa said, "This is my son. He seems to have toothache due to eating too many sweets. I need you to take a look."

"Of course, this is my job, Mrs. Hill." Dr. Granger nodded to Clarissa, then looked at Morris with a smile and began to introduce himself.

Morris: "..."

Is it okay to skip these procedures? I’m really in pain now.

Fortunately, he didn't talk too much. Apart from asking about some situations, he mainly wanted to appease the child's hurt heart.

With words such as "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous", Dr. Granger began his examination...

Various tools were fiddled with in Morris's mouth, and he concluded that caries was caused by cariogenic foods. Fortunately, it was not discovered too late, and it did not develop into pulpitis or apical periodontitis. There was only a small hole that had not yet formed.

Dr. Granger's explanation is that children may be more sensitive, or may experience pain more intensely because of eating irritating foods.

"Then how to treat it?" Clarissa asked worriedly.

Dr. Granger smiled: "It's not difficult, but you need to go to the clinic. After all, the environment there is more suitable for processing."

Clarissa frowned: "Do I need to extract the tooth?"

Dr. Granger shook his head: "It's not that far yet, but it still needs to be cleaned and filled."

Morris has no objection at all. As long as it can be solved, he can do anything: "Now, go now."

Clarissa looked at the doctor: "Then, shall we go now?"

"That would be the best."

Along the way, the three of them were silent.

Clarissa was worried, Maurice didn't want to talk, and Dr. Granger was driving.

The Granger family lived in the suburbs, and their clinic was also in the suburbs. Morris could only endure the bumps along the way and suppress the thought of calling out the frozen bird.