Comprehensive HP on the Possibility of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts

Back in the dormitory at night, Mirkoda found that Martha hadn't come back today.Recently, Martha left early and returned late every day. She seemed busier than her master, and she didn't know where she went to have fun again.Just as she was thinking about it, Martha sauntered back and jumped onto the bed lightly.

"Honey, where have you been to play recently? You've come back so late!" Mirkoda looked at Martha seriously.

Martha rolled around coquettishly on the bed, pretending not to understand.

"Be serious! I know you understand me!"

Martha stood up on two legs, put her front paws on Mirkoda's chest, licked her face, and rubbed her head again, making Mirkota laugh uncontrollably, her expression couldn't help but "Okay, okay Well, you win! Stop rubbing, it's so itchy~"

Martha turned around, stepped on the quilt, and yawned against Mirkoda, looking at her with the words "Aren't you going to sleep? I'm so sleepy~" Mirkoda also lay down when she saw this. .One person and one cat slept head to head together.

It just so happened that the next day was Saturday, and Mirkoda decided to follow Martha to see what she was doing.

After Martha closed the bedroom door, Mirkota cast a light-handling spell and a deodorizing spell on herself, and followed her out.After following Martha to a corner on the first floor, Mirkota was lying behind the wall, poking her head.

"M, Mi, Mir..." The voice suddenly sounded behind her, almost frightened Mirkoda to scream.However, it seemed to have caught Martha's attention. Martha's cat moved and turned her head towards the sound, and Mirkota shrank back immediately.

Mirkoda sat slumped on the ground, apparently quite frightened.Clutching his heart and looking up, he saw Quirrell holding the book and looking at her apologetically, obviously knowing that he had frightened Mirkoda.Mirkoda calmed down a bit, then stuck her head out to look at Martha.

Quirrell opened his mouth and "hug...".Before she finished speaking, Mirkoda turned around and grabbed the collar, covered her mouth, and pressed her down.Forced to bury his chest (Mirkoda, do you have breasts?), Quirrell smelled the faint lemon scent on Mirkoda's body, and his face flushed.

Mirkoda poked her head out again, and saw Martha and a snow-white cat rubbing their noses against each other.I finally know why Martha leaves early and returns late, the co-author is here for a date.Seeing that her date is pretty, she decides to let Martha go.

Knowing Martha's whereabouts, when Mirkoda was about to get up and leave, she suddenly thought of Quirrell who was pressed down by her.

"Hey! Dude! Someone cooked it? Wake up! You're back to your senses, you're back to your senses!", Quirrell blushed so hard that he was numb, and he didn't respond to shaking.No way, Mirkoda dragged Quirrell to the medical room.

After learning from Madam Pomfrey that Quirrell did not have a fever, he was led out again.Thinking back to Madam Pomfrey's strange eyes, Milkoda felt baffled. (Madame Pomfrey: This little girl is really slow.)

"Are you okay, Mr. Quirrell." In an empty classroom, Mirkota looked at Quirrell worriedly.

"It's, it's okay. You, you can call me, Quirinus." Quirrell's face began to red again.Although Madam Pomfrey said he was fine, and Mirkoda checked his pulse to confirm that he was indeed fine.Looking at him now, it's hard not to wonder if he has a fever.Put your hand on Quirrell's forehead, and you can fry eggs.

"Okay! Quirinus. You can also call me Mirkoda." Mirkoda wet the handkerchief with a clear spring like water and applied it to Quirrell's forehead. "If there is alcohol, the effect will be better, but you should make do with it, it should have some effect. Isn't it a solution anyway?" (Mrs. Pomfrey: Just let him not be shy.)

"Ah, that's right! There is a method that might be useful. My mother used it, should we try it?" Milkoda remembered what Olivia did when she had a fever, and decided to give it a try.Although it is not scientific, this is a magical world, and it does not pay attention to science. (Jason Erkang hand: No, baby! Our family pays attention to science.)

"W-what..." Before she finished speaking, Mirkoda put her hand on Quirrell's shoulder and kissed him lightly on the forehead. The word 'method' was swallowed by Quirrell.Poor Quirrell, the kid is dead.

Sure enough, you still have to believe in science!Mirkoda picked up Quirrell who had rolled his eyes and fainted, and rushed back to the medical room with him on his shoulders.

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ps: Kissing a child with a fever on the forehead will comfort the child and help improve the condition.