High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2123: Chapter 244: Moonlight Magic Essential Oil

”Why!”

”I just asked them one thing, why?!”

”Can the librarian really do whatever they want?”

”It was Xiao Xiao who spoke! It was Xiao Xiao who violated the rules! I didn’t say a word, just sat there quietly and behaved myself! But in the end, I’m the one who got thrown out... how unfair! It’s utterly ridiculous! Is there any justice still in this world? Is it not allowed to listen to others speak in the library now?”

Even until he returned to dorm 403 in the evening, Zheng Qing was still in a state of indignation, as if all the grievances of the month had concentrated on this day, causing him to explode completely.

Of course, considering the librarian’s irritable personality and strong abilities, as well as his slightly sensitive reputation at the moment, the young student wisely chose to leave the library without causing a scene and only began to complain once he returned to the dormitory.

So in the end, it could only be considered a dud with no impact.

”The librarians really can do whatever they want in the library.” Xin Fat Man leaned on the bed, Fat Cat squatting on his head, holding a bowl of dried fruits, sneering repeatedly: ”As for why, naturally it’s because you’re the ’First Gentleman’, ’Jiuyou Young Master’, and ’Young Master of Green Hills’... throughout Jiuyou Academy, no, the entire First University, you’ve gotten into more trouble than anyone, caused more problems than anyone, made more enemies than anyone, based on your circumstances, is it excessive to throw you out of the library?”

”Not excessive.” Dylan’s head drooped on the edge of the coffin, his voice sinister.

”Do we need any other reasons?” The Fat Wizard, like singing an opera, elongated his voice as he continued to ask.

”No need!” Mister Wolfman showed his bright little fangs, looking eerily towards the young student: ”Based on what I heard at the moonlit gathering, burning some people a hundred times wouldn’t be excessive!”

”A hundred times, a hundred times.” Xin Fat Man sighed sadly, shaking his head repeatedly, looking pitifully compassionate.

Behind the desk, the other protagonist of Zheng Qing’s complaints, Doctor Xiao, adjusted his glasses, quietly adding: ”I heard from classmates who used to work at the library that when you were in the library, the noise outside the library and the movement and whispers inside would increase noticeably... greatly annoying the librarians... so Mr. Zhang finding an excuse to throw you out isn’t surprising.”

The little anger Zheng Qing had managed to gather was completely drained in the successive stabs of several small screwdrivers, leaving him defenseless.

Right, comparing with those who want to burn him, Mr. Zhang from the library immediately seemed kind-hearted, with a more amiable attitude.

He mourned for himself in silence for three seconds, then lifted his head to look at Xiao Xiao: ”Earlier, you said the symptoms of transforming into a cat were adopting cat behaviors... does enhanced hearing count as a cat behavior?”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but raise a hand to touch his ears, always suspecting they might suddenly become furry at some point.

”We can’t rule out that possibility.”

Xiao Xiao’s expression became slightly serious: ”As I mentioned before, up till now wizards haven’t had a very definite treatment plan for such symptoms, mainly because the mechanism isn’t clear, and the symptom range is extremely broad... all things considered, anything is possible.”

Zheng Qing sighed heavily, resisting the urge to touch the Grey Cloth Bag containing the transformation potion—right now, he only needed to look at the potion to successfully transform into a cat.

Thinking about the Cat Fruit Tree, he felt an itch on his back and couldn’t help but scratch, only to discover in horror that a somewhat dense layer of hair had appeared on his back.

Frightened, he jumped back onto his bed.

”Aren’t you going to do your homework?” The Fat Wizard looked surprised at the swaying curtains: ”Before the doctor returned, you kept muttering about copying his homework.”

”I’ll do my homework myself!” Inside the curtains, the young student responded with hostility as he frantically slapped Calm Heart Talismans on himself: ”Quiet!”

The Fat Wizard shrugged, took a small biscuit from the dried fruit bowl, offered it up to Tuan Tuan squatting on his head, who rolled the biscuit into its mouth with closed eyes, and its cheeks slowly began to move.

Suddenly, Mister Wolfman, who was hanging from the edge of the coffin not wanting to get up, sniffed and turned to look at Zheng Qing’s bed.

”I say,” he kindly reminded: ”Our Young Master of Green Hills, can you not play with fire on the bed, be careful not to wet it... were you cursed collectively? How many pieces of Talisman paper did you use at once!”

”No... I’m sleeping, sleeping!”

The young student replied vaguely, sighed heavily, his voice carrying a bit of relief—fortunately it was discovered early, he wouldn’t go to class tomorrow morning with a face full of black hair.

After using more than ten different talismans like the ’Calm Heart Talisman’, ’Calming Talisman’, ’Anti-evil charm’, ’Purification Charm’, he finally got rid of the layer of slightly dense black hair that had just appeared.

Considering he couldn’t go to the Cat Fruit Tree tonight, Zheng Qing hesitated for a long time before going to bed, deciding to stealthily send a paper crane to Jiang Yufei, honestly explaining that he had been using Transformation too much recently and needed to stop for a while to avoid magical backlash and other such matters.

In the middle of the night, the warlock was sleeping drowsily, dreaming that he was hanging on a burning frame by a group of lunatics, trying to understand the essence of Bing and Ding, yet today for some reason the tongues of fire kept bypassing his body, going to burn his ears, making them sting painfully.

After a long time of pain, he finally woke up from the dream to find a palm-sized paper crane perched beside his ear, hopping on the pillow and constantly pecking at his ear.

His ear was almost pecked sore.

He sucked in cool air, using the gap between the curtains through which moonlight leaked, he removed the overly lively paper crane.

The content of the letter was not much:

”Moonlight Magic Essential Oil can to some extent reduce the aftereffects of Transformation. A recipe is attached at the end of the letter, which you may try. Ingredients: Camellia oil, Moonflower, Juice of Zhu Grass, Passion Fruit Powder, Water Myrtle, and Black-cheeked Fish Oil; preparation methods are recorded in the ’Shaman Magic Dictionary’, 1742 edition, page 139. Good night.”

The handwriting on the letter was very familiar, the delicate strokes emitted a faint fragrant scent.

As Zheng Qing touched those small lines of words, he instantly woke up, flipped to the end of the letter, and indeed found a small patch attached, with a small note next to it saying ’apply to one temple’.

Without hesitation, he peeled off the protective layer and applied the patch with magic essential oil to his temple. A faint coolness seeped through the patch into his spirit, refreshing.

The boy lay back in bed, forcing himself to close his eyes.

”Good night.”

He mumbled silently, as if saying it to himself, or to someone else, a smile involuntarily emerging at the corners of his lips as he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The last thought in his mind was that he still had to go to the library tomorrow morning!

To find that ’Shaman Magic Dictionary’!