"Hey (#`O′), you little brat from the MacFusty Family, I'm still alive and kicking, and you dare to boast here about becoming 'Vinda Rosier'!
A roar of anger, almost enough to grind teeth, exploded behind Adelaide like a clap of thunder. She turned her head in astonishment, only to see Amandine, dressed in silk pajamas and pale as paper, struggling to get out of bed.
Recalling that terrifying night when Amandine suddenly fainted without warning still sent shivers down Adelaide's spine; seeing her so weak now, a wave of concern washed over Adelaide, and she quickly asked, "Amandine, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing Adelaide's question, Amandine managed to straighten her body, forcing a smile as she casually replied, "Don't worry, I just suffered a backlash from the Imperio. It's nothing serious. I'll be fully recovered after a few more days of rest."
Adelaide narrowed her eyes. Although Amandine spoke so lightly, her slightly trembling lips and fine beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her true feelings—clearly, the backlash had caused her more harm than she let on.
Alice gently brushed her waterfall-like hair from her shoulders behind her ears, then slightly raised her delicate face and said in a clear, pleasant, yet undeniable tone, "Respected Professor Rosier, please forgive my frankness. Given your age and experience, perhaps you are more suited to caring for and looking after Adelaide as an elder. In contrast, I, who am similar in age to Adelaide, am the best candidate to be her capable assistant!"
Hearing this, Amandine's eyes immediately widened with fury. She couldn't help but retort loudly, "Ha? What nonsense are you talking about! I'm only 8 years older than Adelaide, how can I be considered an elder!"
The two people, who originally had no connection and little affection for each other, thus began to argue back and forth, and the atmosphere gradually became tense and fierce.
Adelaide, caught in the middle, felt a headache and was overwhelmed with helplessness and exhaustion.
She had only hoped to use the power of the Wizengamot to help herself and the savior, who only knew how to act rashly, complete the mission. She had no interest in dominating the Wizarding World of Europe—yet these two were inexplicably arguing fiercely about it, completely disregarding her feelings. Adelaide couldn't understand what they were arguing about.
"Adelaide, you're awake?"
A soft and concerned voice rang out at the entrance of the Hospital Wing, like a warm spring breeze caressing Adelaide's ears.
She turned her head, and as far as her eyes could see, Senior Cho Chang's beautiful face was beaming with a joyous smile, as delicate and charming as a blooming flower in spring.
Adelaide blinked, asking with some confusion, "Cho, why are you here?"
Senior Cho Chang smiled slightly, gently shook the exquisite lunchbox she was carrying, and softly replied, "Of course, I came to bring you all lunch. There's some for you, Alice, and Professor Rosier."
As she moved, an enticing aroma of food wafted from the lunchbox, instantly filling the air.
This aroma seemed to possess a magical power, causing the two who had been fiercely arguing to involuntarily stop their dispute and turn their gaze towards Senior Cho Chang.
Senior Cho Chang opened the lunchbox, which neatly contained three hearty lunches—these were not the English lunches from the Great Hall, but rather four dishes and a soup from Chinese cuisine, complete with appealing color, aroma, and taste, making them mouth-watering.
Adelaide took her portion of lunch and carefully tasted a mouthful of the steaming chicken soup. The delicious flavor immediately spread on her tongue, flowing down her throat into her stomach, bringing waves of warmth.
She couldn't help but narrow her eyes in satisfaction and remarked to Senior Cho Chang with emotion, "Wow, it's so delicious! Cho, thank you so much, (*￣3￣)╭ I really can't live without you!"
Hearing this, Senior Cho Chang's smile grew even brighter.
She put down the lunchbox, walked to Adelaide's bedside, and skillfully began to air out the quilt nearby; at the same time, she didn't forget to respond to her friend's gratitude: "Oh, we're good friends, aren't we? Good friends should care for and look after each other. Besides, seeing you get better quickly puts my mind at ease."
The sunlight streamed through the window onto Senior Cho Chang, illuminating her gentle and kind face. At this moment, the entire Hospital Wing was filled with warmth and beauty.
Alice and Amandine's faces were so grim they looked like they could drip water—but as the saying goes, 'one's mouth is soft when eating, and one's hands are short when taking.' At this moment, no matter how much dissatisfaction they felt, they dared not continue arguing. They could only silently lower their heads, pick up the dishes from the lunchbox, and chew them without a word.
Just then, Senior Cho Chang seemed to suddenly remember something important. She looked up at Adelaide, who was eating her meal on the hospital bed, and reminded her, "Oh, that's right! I happened to run into Headmaster Dumbledore before I came here. He specifically told me that if I saw you awake and in good health, he wants you to go to his Headmasters Office between eight and ten tonight. He'll be free then."
Hearing this, Adelaide couldn't help but frown slightly, muttering to herself about the old man. That night, the situation was so critical, yet he remained in the Great Hall and refused to help. She really didn't know what he was planning.
Although Adelaide harbored some resentment towards Dumbledore, she also knew very well that he would never deliberately stay in the Castle without helping for no reason; there must be another hidden agenda.
So she nodded and responded, "Okay, I understand. I'll go check it out tonight."
After speaking, Adelaide buried herself in the abundant food before her, as if she had been starving for a long time—meanwhile, her brain was not idle but was rapidly working to devise what to say that evening.
How could she cleverly extract some useful information from Dumbledore?
Also, she had to find a way to get Dumbledore to give her more benefits, preferably by teaching her a few practical spells in advance.
In addition, Adelaide also decided to seize this opportunity to personally ask Dumbledore about the effect of the Star Charm she had cast that night—after all, she had never even heard of this spell before, and now she couldn't cast it again. If she could get an explanation from Dumbledore, a master of magic, perhaps she could gain an additional life-saving skill.
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