The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Hedwig... what is it?"

Sissy stretched out her little finger and pointed to the owl beside her, "That's it, it's snow white, it's so comfortable to touch."

It should be praised, if the professor also thinks it is very beautiful, maybe he will agree to keep it, she has a wishful thinking in her heart.

"Oh... a broken bird?" Snape approached and looked at it, his face full of disgust.

Hey, she really didn't like it, which made her secretly glad that she didn't have the impulse to buy one, otherwise it would be a tragedy for the bird.

"Professor, you went out early this morning." Sissy quickly changed the subject, even though she had some thoughts in her heart, she still said respectfully when she met the professor's gaze, "I practiced spells myself for a while before I came here. , your breakfast is on the desk."

As for what she was busy with, she didn't need to know.

Judging from the sentence heard before opening the door, it must be reminding Hagrid not to talk nonsense, and I don't know what happened again.

The ones related to Hagrid are probably the Sorcerer's Stone and the creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Yeah." Snape simply responded, then turned around, flicked the hem of his robe, and strode out the door.

It wasn't until he left that the frozen atmosphere in the room gradually melted away.

"Hagrid, did something happen today?" Sissy asked suddenly.

"Recently... oh no, I was on patrol, and I happened to bump into Snape, and we had a chat along the way." Hagrid was making tea, and wrinkled his nose in the middle of speaking, and hurriedly changed his mouth.

"Snape, why did he go to the Forbidden Forest?" Harry asked eagerly.

"It's nothing, don't ask any more." Hagrid put down the teapot, avoiding looking at them.

Even children can tell that he is guilty now, and he is obviously hiding something.

It's really not suitable to be tight-lipped or something.

He held back very hard, always forgetting to pay attention to what he shouldn't say, and subconsciously wanted to tell the truth.

It would be best if no one asked him, so that he wouldn't slip up.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Sissy, not knowing whether to say it or not.

"I don't mind." Sissy held the teacup to her lips and took a small sip.

"Well, we all saw it on the field, Snape and Quirrell were casting spells on Harry's broomstick, so that's why he lost control of it."

"And I found out something else," Harry said to Hagrid. "I saw Snape threatening Quirrell. They must have some dark secrets. It must be the same as the three-headed dog in the hallway on the fourth floor." The dog was guarding something about it."

"How do you know Lu Wei?" Hagrid blurted out.

"Lu Wei? Could it be the name of that scary monster?"

"It's not a monster, Harry. I bought it from a Greek traveler last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to keep it..." Hagrid covered his mouth angrily.

"Snape probably tried to steal it, I don't think it was Quirrell, he was just threatened, I even heard him crying in the classroom."

"Nonsense!" Hagrid interrupted him violently, "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, there is no way he would do such a thing."

Indeed, that guy Quirrell really can pretend to be pitiful, stuttering and crying.

It's probably useless to justify directly, they all know that they are taken care of by Snape, so they have to put it another way.

"Have you ever heard of the mirror image effect?" Sissy asked indifferently, she couldn't sit idly by.

Slytherin's arrogance made them never put down their bodies to make useless excuses, but she was not that kind of character, and of course her teacher had to rely on herself to protect her.

Mirror effect?Hermione shook her head too.

"Okay, then let me explain." Sissy said unhurriedly, "Compassion often makes people willing to believe or help those who are not as good as themselves, or who are obviously at a disadvantage."

"It's not bad at all, but if someone takes advantage of this with ulterior motives and deliberately pretends to be pitiful...to gain sympathy and cover up the real face."

"Although I really don't want to admit it, the fact is that Quirrell once studied at Ravenclaw College." Sissy glanced at the somewhat confused Hermione, and felt that she should speak more clearly, "He got a 12 in the OWLs exam. a certificate."

Hermione's eyes were filled with admiration.

"12 certificates, is that a very good result?" Harry didn't know much about it yet, he just knew that such an important assessment would be conducted in the future.

"Of course! Twelve courses, think about how many courses you have only taken now?" Hermione raised her voice a little excitedly.

She wished she could get so many certificates, and preferably all "O", which would help her enter the Ministry of Magic in the future.

"Seven courses." Ron answered, actually counting.

"That's right, and flying lessons are not part of the exam."

It is equivalent to twice the amount of courses now, and now they all understand.

Sissy raised her eyebrows and continued: "I think with a mind like Quirrell's, he must be able to come up with such a way to deceive people. Haven't you ever suspected his turban? There must be hidden secrets in it."

"If he was the one who cursed Harry, why did he want to kill Harry?" Ron didn't understand.

"Then why do you think Snape killed Harry? He simply hated Harry, but he didn't want Harry to die." Sissy couldn't answer, so she could only ask in reverse, "Killing a student openly, What's in it for him?"

"As for the reason, you can only slowly solve the puzzle yourself. I think it is indeed related to the things in the door in the corridor on the fourth floor."

"Maybe he thought you saw him go upstairs on Halloween and were afraid of being exposed."

"So it's Professor Quirrell who released the troll? He even came to the auditorium and told us there was a troll in the basement." Harry was a little entangled.

"But the troll isn't there at all, and thieves calling out to catch thieves is also a common method, in order to clear their suspicions."

Hermione was still short of breath when she remembered the situation at that time, she almost died, and she really didn't know about the situation outside.

"Did you see Quirrell?" She could only ask Harry and Ron.

Harry nodded, "Quirrell and Snape, they're all going upstairs."

"Later, I found Professor Snape in the trophy room and told him that the troll was downstairs, but I didn't find him doing anything strange." Sissy started talking nonsense, anyway, they were all busy fighting trolls. see.

"Of course, I may also cover him." After she finished speaking, she shrugged, whether she believed it or not.