The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

After Dudu left, Sissy thought about it and added an old alarm to the door—a small bell was removed from the extra packing supplies.

She secretly prepares presents inside, of course she doesn't want to be seen, but adding any low-level protective spells is useless, if a bell is hung, at least a sound can be heard when the door opens.

Of course, it would be best if it could be hung around the professor's neck, so that he would know before entering the door...

Cough cough, it's nothing, I never thought of that at all.

The bronze bookmark in front of him "lived" after being cast with the Transfiguration Curse. When it didn't touch the book, the eagle on the top of the bookmark could flap its wings and fly away, hanging aside.

There were some strange rustling noises from the small box hidden under the bed.

She lay down on the ground and reached for the box, opened the lid and picked up a piece of paper that was turned up and down to have a look, the corners of her lips curled up, "It must be all right if it hasn't stopped for so long."

As a bookmark, it will stay in the book most of the time. The early test product in this box can fly for a full month without interruption. The bronze bookmark that may be released occasionally for a flight will be very durable. .

Done, move on to the next one.

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On Christmas Eve, the fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled from time to time.

Few people passed by in the lounge, and most of the students who often go out in this weather during the holidays have some romantic places to go.

Ron and Harry easily occupied the warmest sofa. In the afternoon, they were abducted by George and Fred to visit the kitchen and brought back a lot of convenient food.

"We really can't eat that much, Ron."

Harry casually picked up a piece of golden Italian cheese beef pie. Although it hardened after cooling, it did not affect the excellent combination of sea salt and black pepper.

"Don't worry Harry, when the two of them come back from the snowball fight, you will know what it means to be possessed by a starving ghost."

"You might as well worry about your own chess. If you continue like this, you will soon lose to me again." Ron glanced at the chessboard, folded his hands on his chest and said, "Knight, go to C4."

"Oh, no! Ron, can you be more merciful, Hermione can't beat you."

"There is no way to pay attention to human feelings in the chess game. This is a simulation of ancient wizard wars." Ron happily watched Harry's chess pieces being knocked down, and the fallen chess pieces screamed and were dragged out reluctantly The chessboard is thrown aside.

The rest of the chess pieces pointed to Harry's nose and blamed him one by one.

"Just let our bishop die in vain? Didn't you notice that the black knight can eat him just now?"

The white knight who was in danger couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted loudly: "Look at me, withdraw me quickly, or let the little soldier next to me block it for me, it doesn't matter if he is dead."

"Who can say that I'm useless! Do you understand the promotion of soldiers? As long as I sneak to the bottom line..."

"Hmph, look at his level, will he give you a chance to stand up?"

"There were chess pieces blocking the retreat just now, and the bishop couldn't come back at all!" Harry was so disturbed that his brain hurt, and he interrupted them.

He knew that he hadn't thought it through in advance, but just blushed to defend himself, feeling really aggrieved by being rejected by his chess pieces.

He could now understand why Hermione played chess with Ron in a hurry, and finally conceded in frustration. If it were Muggle chess, she would definitely not be so angry.

Harry lost another game, and his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere, "I can have a big meal tomorrow, and there are colorful firecrackers, what kind of things will be in there?"

"Didn't you have any crackers at Muggle Christmas?" asked Ron, vaguely remembering his father mentioning the Muggle tradition.

Harry frowned and thought for a while before replying: "Yes, but the Dursleys will only spend a lot of money to buy gifts for Brother D, and there are only the most shabby firecrackers in the house. A tissue or soap or something."

"Oh, I can assure you that the firecrackers at Hogwarts will never be like that, Harry, you can look forward to it."

"I think so. Everything here is so much better than there."

Harry climbed into bed, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, and got into bed looking forward to tomorrow.

After nightfall, only a few nocturnal animals will come out of their burrows and try to find food. Snowflakes will pile up wherever the wind can blow, and their paws will squeak when they step on them.

There was a humming and vibration under the pillow.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee rubbed her ears and unconsciously made some moaning and chirping sounds.

"You can continue to sleep after you put it down."

She pressed the pillow with one hand and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock so that it wouldn't make too many noises.

"Lumos," she said, holding up her wand in an almost whisper.

The front of the desk was illuminated, and at the same time, she also caught a glimpse of a pile of gift boxes and packages piled up in the corner, including some large ones.

"The elf delivered the package so early." Most of Qian Qian's sleepiness disappeared, but it was obviously inappropriate to unwrap the presents now, so she could only hold back for now.

She took the small box and walked to the door of the room.

"Knox." The light group went out in response.

The bell on the door had been removed in advance, and she tiptoedly groped along the wall and walked to the office, just mouthing spells, barely using her vocal chords, and a dim light lit up on the tip of her staff.

Hey, there are so many letters, big and small, bundled together in colorful colors, obviously they are holiday congratulatory letters that have just been delivered.

I also know that most of them are sent by Slytherin parents.

Really, opening and opening, she picked up the strap and moved the letter to the side, and put her own small box in the middle.

There is no greeting card or signature, but the professor should be able to recognize it.

I should be able to... How about writing a better one... Forget it, it's unnecessary...

She lay back on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, her body was still sleepy, but when she closed her eyes, she could only think about something, and she kept turning around.

No way, I will definitely not be able to get up tomorrow, and I will also have a migraine when I wake up.

Unexpectedly, there would be a day when she would spontaneously want to use sleeping pills. Fortunately, there were stocks in her bag, so it was very convenient to produce and sell them herself.

"That's not right." She just opened the bottle cap and was about to take out a few drops, when the movements of her hands stopped suddenly.

When this kind of mental excitement is cranky, falling asleep with sleeping pills will also cause dreams and unsteady sleep.

But if you can't find a suitable potion here, it's even more impossible to buy it in some Nash potion shop in Diagon Alley.

Even the medicine that the professor usually dispenses for the school hospital, she cut off some of it openly and put it in her pocket. If she went out with this storage bag, she would be a walking reagent bottle shelf.

She looked down at her pocket and thought for a while, "In this case, it's better to use Dreamless Sleep Potion. Use it sparingly. One drop is enough. If you drink too much, you don't know how long you'll have to sleep."