The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy walked slowly, and just now she ran two steps out of excitement, and it was even more difficult to lift her legs. Fortunately, the professor slowed down a lot.

Otherwise, if you lead her at the usual speed, she will be dragged all the way to the sky, and if you call for help twice at the right time, people will think you are kidnapping a child.

When they returned to Hogwarts, it was pitch black, and the winter nights were long in this high latitude.

"Luminescent flashes." Sissy followed suit and lit up the tip of her wand.

No matter how weak you are, this little spell can still be used.

It's just that Snape can control it at will, and she is very jealous. This handsome flick makes it feel like using lighting magic.

She still has to read it verbatim now, always looking a little dazed, like a Muggle holding a voice-activated lamp in her hand.

Silent spells, not all spells are difficult to cast silently. Illumination spells are one of the less difficult types, but when used silently, the spell strength may be reduced.

Of course this is only for the most part, wands made of materials like dogwood are likely to refuse silent spellcasting, and some materials are particularly good at silent spells.

As we all know, it is the wand that chooses the wizard.

So some wizards are naturally more likely to be proficient in this advanced way of casting spells, while others, unless he uses another wand that is not so suitable for him, it is almost impossible to learn it.

Life is inherently unfair.

To be honest, this wand in her hand is quite good, and she is not picky when it comes to silent spells.

"Have a good rest." Snape instructed her as he led her back to the study.

The potion can slightly relieve her current discomfort, but this kind of temporary exhaustion of magic power can only be recovered by itself. There is a high probability that she will sleep and wake up in the morning.

Sissy sat on the edge of the bed and nodded obediently, watching the professor close the door and leave. She was a little curious why the door never caught the hem of his flicking robe.

The second the door closed, her body softened, she lay on the quilt, and let out a long breath.

"I'll go in the future, I can't be so embarrassed."

Anyway, it's my own treasury, so what's the matter with being almost locked in it...

Sissy frowned and thought, although the professor said that she would get better when she grows up, but he answered that way just to comfort herself.

After practicing the Flame Curse for more than a month, and the professor gave her special training in Defense Against the Dark Arts when she was free, she could clearly feel that the speed of the magic power in her body was directly linked to the practice.

It's as if the faster you write your notes, the more you use your brain, the better it is.

Thinking about it, if she ran to the vault at the beginning of school, she wouldn't even be qualified to unlock the spell, after all, she wouldn't be able to read the runes on the disk.

Sissy sighed, turned to one side, and took out the small gifts she just bought from her pockets, and the small bed was quickly covered by her.

She got up and scratched her hair, wondering, "Didn't you think there were so many when you bought it?"

Take a little from this, take a little from that, and in order to avoid omissions, some even took an extra piece by the way, and they added more unconsciously.

Sissy just likes to store things, she would rather have more than less.

Only by being prepared and having enough inventory can you feel safe.

Anyway, I was so tired today that I couldn't do anything serious, so I just wrote the greeting card in one go, wrapped the gift, and sent it to the receiving and receiving office tomorrow.

It's a pity that Helen and the others all said that they were going to sneak home, and she specially prepared several extra gifts for the three little guys, so she had to send them all at once.

Originally, the gift focused on friendship, and one was enough, but she thought that the storage bag for Hermione cost 3 Galleons, how could the little sisters in her own academy lose?

They are the ones who go to class with me every day, so what's wrong with sending a big gift bag?

It's normal.

That little money is not a problem, the price of the sleeping potion is not bad, probably because there is a need.

Wizards who often need to drink sleeping pills are willing to pay for high-end medicines for their own health. A bottle usually lasts for a month, which is quite affordable.

But this thing has been used for a long time without interruption, it seems that the dosage needs to be increased, or else it is possible to replace it with other more expensive sleep aids.

Hagrid told her this once when he came back, so in the 100 bottles of potions, except for the practice products of the awakening potion and the swelling potion, many of the rest were sleeping potions.

The biggest trouble in making the sleeping potion is the long waiting time, and two or three crucibles are alternately carried out so that no time is wasted at all.

Fortunately, there was a large pile of crucibles sent by her mother, not only in complete models, but also in several copies of the same.

No, another letter came this morning, fortunately this time there was no package attached.

Sissy sat on the chair, supported her waist with both hands and twisted left and right a few times, then opened the letter on the table and read it for a while.

"January 1th, the letter is right, it is indeed quite close to Christmas."

She held her head and tapped her fingers on the table for a long time before writing back the letter.

"It's almost there, just these few..." Sissy looked at the bronze bookmark in her hand, and fiddled with a hollow glass product for a while, finally sighed.

Hey, I can't do it today.

It's cold, and I don't have the strength to toss, so go to bed without washing your hair.

……

Before Christmas, no child would go to bed as early as Sissy. The lights were on in every house, and the parents were not in a hurry to urge them to go to bed.

"Mom, are you preparing a colorful firecracker?"

"Yes, Helen, can you get me the ribbon on the sofa?"

Helen nodded in response, and brought a few large rolls of decorations with her in a short while.

"I also want to make some colorful bags." What she looks forward to most every Christmas is to open good things from the colorful firecrackers. The feeling of opening a blind box is happier than receiving gifts.

"If you make it yourself, don't you know what's inside? The colorful firecrackers are meaningless without a sense of surprise, Helen. Let mom come, and no peeking is allowed!"

After finishing speaking, she pinched Helen's cheek, and had to say, it's so soft and easy to pinch, this child hasn't lost weight during the time he lived in Hogwarts, and he's still chubby.

What's the point of having a baby if it's not for fun!

"Mom," Helen covered her cheeks with her hands, her mouth so pouted that even a wand would not fall off, "I didn't open it myself, I wanted to give it to a friend."

"Well... it's a good idea to use this as a gift. Have you thought about what to put in it?"

Helen nodded desperately, not only because she had thought it over, hehe, but also guaranteed to be pleasantly surprised.