The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

With his hands in his pockets, Snape looked down at Sissy who was squatting on the ground and winking at him, not bothering to argue with her, "Just tell him what to do, don't get involved in any mess."

The intelligence and spirituality of magical creatures are mostly good. Of course, the needs of giant monsters that only grow in size but not brains are excluded.

Sissy nodded repeatedly, grumbled at the owl, and then took out a small white mouse immobilized by a spell from her pocket.

"Eat, there are more!"

Got these little mice on hand... thanks to that guy Helen for sponsoring.

She had known that little girl's temperament for a long time, so she was careful when unpacking the package. She was not frightened by the sound of firecrackers, but she did not escape the fright from the little white mouse.

Put this kind of thing in the firecrackers that celebrate the festival... a unique evil taste for wizards, remember that the firecrackers at Hogwarts also have a chance to draw a mouse.

But Helen's was given as a Christmas present, well, probably on purpose, she should know what's in it.

However, Libo seemed to eat quite deliciously, and even swallowed the skin and skin whole.

Then I'll go to the banquet to watch it later, maybe I can catch a few and bring him back for extra meals.

Sissy couldn't hold back the thoughts in her heart, and set off for the auditorium early.

She walked out the door step by step, turning her head three times. She always felt that the entrance was too monotonous. After a little struggle, she decided to use the Bubble Charm to surround the door frame with two circles of shiny silver transparent balls.

Get festive!

It's just that she absolutely dare not use gold and red. Using Gryffindor's colors here is purely a minefield.

Now that it's like this, I don't know what the professor will think when he sees it, so let's sneak away first.

The Christmas banquet is not as formal as the opening banquet, come and go at will, and there is no need to be seated according to the school.

The warm snowflakes transformed by the magic fell from the ceiling one after another, turning into radiance in mid-air, and disappeared without a trace after a slight flash.

A hundred chubby turkeys are ready, and the surface is evenly covered with a layer of butter and smashed porcini mushrooms. The gravy is absorbed during baking, and the unique fragrance of the mushrooms is released.

What was different from the past was that besides the food, there were piles of wizard color packs and firecrackers every few steps on the long table. There was no limit to how many ones could open, and they could be used at will.

"You're not allowed to sit with the prefects today." George and Fred supported Percy, who was restrained by a sweater, and placed him next to Ron.

"Okay, okay, let me go, but I don't want to wear this outfit." Percy struggled to take off the sweater that obviously didn't fit, and it made him embarrassing to embarrass him in public.

When Molly wove this dress, she obviously underestimated Percy's height. She was more than one or two sizes too small, and it looked like it was partially petrified, and she couldn't lift her elbows.

I don't know if it's because after knitting Harry's sweater, the balls of thread are not enough.

"Absolutely not, there is no negotiation."

Fred squeezed Percy's arm.

"This is our exclusive Weasley sweater. It's not a family if you don't wear it."

The twins spoke to each other without giving Percy a chance to defend himself.

"P stands for prefect, and only you are worthy of this dress, Percy."

"Christmas is a time for family reunion, honestly through today."

Seeing Percy's dejected face and no further resistance, Fred put his arms around Harry's neck.

"Come on, let's open a lottery bag and firecrackers together. If you open something good, it means that your fortune this year will be very smooth."

Half-voluntarily, Harry was led to a pile of firecrackers and chose one of them.

"What if you're unlucky?" He asked casually.

Fred patted his little shoulder, "If one is not good, open another one. There will always be good luck, and we will do the same."

A loud bang similar to a salute was accompanied by blue smoke, and a few white mice burst out from it at the same time.

"All fixed!"

A gust of cold air suddenly chased after it, and the mouse, which was about to escape successfully, froze and fell crookedly on the ground, unable to move.

"Hi, Merry Christmas." Sissy put away her wand and waved to them.

She grinned at the letters on the Weasley family's sweater. "It's much more convenient now. F is Fred and G is George."

I wish the two of them could always wear clothes like this, otherwise it would be too much trouble to tell the difference, which she never did anyway.

"There are no letters on my clothes." Ron pulled his sweater and said with some frustration, "Mom probably forgot about this one."

"Then she must think that you will not forget your name, and you should be happy." George said.

If the two of them hadn't exchanged sweaters on purpose, it could be confirmed that this was George.

"Or mom won't recognize you as a mistake, so there is no need to add letters, unlike the two of us, who are often called confused."

This big family is making a fuss.

Ron put down the chicken wings, turned around and watched Sissy pick up the frozen mouse like a small stone, and asked curiously, "Are you collecting these for raising?"

"No, I'm not going to keep mice, just for..."

Sissy was just halfway through her words when she looked at Ron and seemed to suddenly think of something.

She picked and picked a white and fat one and handed it over, with an imperceptible smirk at the corner of her mouth.

"It's just a female, take it back and make Banban a companion, it's so pitiful that it's all alone."

Judging by the knowledge I read in the book, it seems that this female rat is about to enter estrus.

Hey, I wonder if there will be some sparks?

Sissy rubbed her hands a little excitedly, her mind full of strange thoughts.

In other words, the female mouse may dislike the older male mouse, and maybe give him a hard scratch.

Mother mice in special periods are not very good-tempered.

Qianqian's little abacus was clattering, just waiting for the pet owner's response.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

She wanted to cry out, and stared at Ron expectantly.

"Okay, okay," Ron hesitated, "but the school stipulates that only one pet can be kept."

Please, are you still afraid of violating this rule in the deduction team?

Sissy bit her lips angrily, really, at worst, let me find a reason for you.

"Is there anyone in your dormitory who doesn't have pets?"

Seeing Ron nodded, she went on to say, "Then tell your roommate, just treat it as raising one in his name."

"Good idea, but how long does it take for it to recover?" Ron asked, taking the stiff mouse.

"Uh..." Sissy was stunned.

It might be frozen for a long time, but she didn't think about waking them up soon when she did it.

"Take it here and I'll take it down again."

After that, she found a medicine bottle, sucked some liquid from it, and clamped the dropper with her middle finger and ring finger.

Immediately afterwards, the left hand grasped the mouse to control its head, and the thumb and index finger of the right hand pinched the wand to release the immobilization effect. While it was panicking and opened its mouth, a drop was poured in, and soon the little head drooped and no longer struggled. called out.

"Just wait for him to wake up by himself, it won't be too long."

Ron curled his lips with a complicated expression, "Sissy, to be honest, sometimes I think you are scarier than Hermione. You have different methods, very clever, but scary."