Chapter 37: Padma's Milk Tea (Edited)

The Occamy is a magical creature common in the Far East and India, a snake-like creature with feathers and wings. But, although it looks like a snake, it also has two legs and can reach a length of 15 feet, or 4 1⁄2 meters. Occamy eggs are coveted for their pure silver texture and as a component of the elixir, their nests are easily plundered by hunters, causing them to be aggressive to humans who approach them while protecting their eggs. The Occamy has a magical property that allows them to expand and contract at will, both in size to fill all the space and in size to fit in the available space.

This magical creature is rare in the British magical world, and Tom happens to have an Occamy egg. Although he did not know how to hatch it, this mission gave him a magical agent for hatching animals, which can help him.

Tom arrived at the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor, walked back and forth in front of the tapestry three times, and muttered: I need a place to hide something, and a door appeared on the wall. Tom opened the door and walked in, following the system's instructions to find the two red bottles.

"How do I use this thing?" Tom was curious, but the system hadn't given him an instruction manual, it had simply handed over the potion's address and played dead. He shook his head, put the magical animal hatching potion in his pocket and left the Room of Requirement.

For the next period of time, Tom didn't get into any more trouble, but spent the rest of his days going to class, playing cards and werewolf with his classmates or in the library, where he kept an eye on books about magical animals, trying to find a way to use the hatching potion.

This kind of life continued until Halloween, when there was a slight change. The origin of the change was a cup of tea with milk. The origin of this cup of tea was the first flying lesson of the school year. After being rescued by Tom, Padma had a thought: Tom is my benefactor, shouldn't I pay him back? This thought took root like a weed in her mind and soon reached an uncontrollable level.

When she told the idea to her sister, Parvati Patil, she immediately got her sister's support. And her sister also gave her an idea: Why not give Tom a cup of hand-brewed milk tea?

The suggestion was an immediate hit with Padma. The sisters are originally from India, where spices and black tea are produced. Their milk tea, a local specialty, was something to try. Of course, in addition to milk tea, curry and masala were specialties of their homeland, but since it wasn't very easy to give them away, the only option left was milk tea.

"Just think, what could be a better gift than a steaming cup of handmade milk tea?" Parvati's words struck a chord with Padma. She spent the next few days contacting friends and family back home to ask for authentic Indian milk tea: in Padma's eyes, Indian milk tea was the best in the world and a gift for her benefactor had to be authentic. She is a purebred ancient Indian Kshatriya and had to give her benefactor something authentic. Milk teas from other regions are like sitting on a glass with a bare bottom in front of an Indian milk tea: an egg against a stone.

So her relatives at home spent a month buying black tea in the east, sugar in the west, clay pots in the south and milk in the north, and then sent it to the family's young princess Padma by owls. As all raw materials were imported from India, Padma's progress slowed.

This delay was delayed until a month later, until Halloween, when the family sent the last piece of the puzzle to make milk tea, water from the sacred river, before she could start making milk tea.

Halloween is somewhat similar to Chinese New Year's Eve. It is the day before Halloween, that is, October 31 each year. In 1991, Halloween was on a Thursday.

On Halloween eve, the scent of baking pumpkins wafted through the halls first thing in the morning. The young wizards of Ravenclaw had two classes in the morning: Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Flitwick had not yet given Tom and the others their modified brooms, but that didn't matter, the first Quidditch match wasn't until November.

Today, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms class that he believed the students were ready to try the levitation spell. After explaining the principles and elements of the spell, Professor Flitwick divided the class into teams of two to begin training. Tom's partner was Ron, and Harry had to work with Hermione. It was clear that Professor Flitwick had deliberately divided the class, allowing them to face other students.

As usual, Professor Flitwick stood on his stack of books and said in a sharp voice, "Don't forget the hand movements: a wave and a shake, pronunciation is also very important, the French wizard Baruféau, pronounced the 'f' in the spell as an 's ', and found himself on the floor with a bison in front of him."

It was easier said than done. Harry repeated the motions again and again, but the quill remained motionless on the table, and Seamus, who was sitting next to him, accidentally set his quill on fire. Fortunately, Tom reacted in time. and with an (Aguamenti), he put out the fire, but it is even more difficult to float a soaked feather.

Tom's partner, Ron, wasn't much better. He shouted, "Winga Dim Leviosa!" His arm swung like a windmill. Tom shook his head, "You have a problem with pauses, it should be Wingardium- Levi/O/Sa, make it a little longer at the end. Look Wingardium Leviosa!" As Tom said this, with a gesture and a flick of the wrist, his quill rose from the table and hovered over his head.

Tom's successful spell caught Professor Flitwick's attention, "Well done! Look at Mr. Yodel, everyone, he's done it!"

Ron nodded and tried what Tom said, and the quill seemed to shake for a moment.

[Receives +10 magic stones for Professor Flitwick's praise.]

[Fire prevention (extinguish flames created by Seamus Finnigan) +10 magic stones]

[Pioneer (become the first first-year student to successfully cast the levitation spell) magic stone +10]

[Trigger mission: Be a good teacher (Make Ron Weasley successfully use the levitation spell before the end of the class)]

[Mission Reward: evolve a randomly selected organ]

Tom's eyes lit up: Evolution? This is a good thing, I'm finally going to beat the life levels? I feel like I'm going to become more and more of an ultimate creature. He thought to himself: if his eyes evolved, would he get a function similar to the Sharingan? Would he be able to learn the magic spell as soon as someone used it?

He looked at Ron with a look of fervor, a look that made Ron flinch.