The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy tilted her head disapprovingly and said, "It's just a sleeping pill, Ron, it'll be fine."

Harry leaned over halfway, held out the hot dog and made a gesture of pinching it vigorously, and explained for Ron, "It's really a bit...simple and rough when you force-feed the medicine?"

That's necessary, why don't you squeeze it a little tighter, the mouse is docile, but the rabbit will bite when it is anxious!

They have never seen how a medical student handles a small white mouse after the experiment. One hand fixes the neck behind the ear, and the other hand pulls the tail, dislocating the cervical spine, and ending its pain in a few seconds.

This kind of thing, if you are familiar with it once, you won't feel strange if you see it more times in the future.

Sissy had no intention of restraining herself in front of them next time. While muttering to herself, she packed up the medicine bottle. Suddenly, she was patted on the shoulder, her arm trembled, and the bottle almost fell out of her hand and fell into the plate.

"Hey, tell me the truth, what do you want so many mice for?"

"Did you research some new inventions, and want to use them to try the effect, but you didn't tell us, it's really embarrassing."

Sissy was sandwiched between Fred and George on the left and on the right, looking at her with identical faces, as if convinced that she would come up with some weird little inventions like the two of them every now and then.

George and the others were too anxious to grow up. They were only two years younger than her, but they were much taller than her. They obviously didn't treat Sissy as a girl, and let her be squeezed into a sandwich biscuit and couldn't move.

"Just for pets, I have an owl."

"Oh, it's enviable. We have only one owl who is too old to fly. It's called Errol, and it almost kills him every time he delivers a letter."

Errol, Errol, just the spelling is very close to error, old and wrong, really not a good name.

"It's also a snowy owl, but it's a male." Sissy winked at Harry. "I'll let him meet Hedwig, maybe we can make a pair..."

Although Sissy has been single in her mother and fetus in her two lifetimes, she has never left behind the matter of matching pets. Raising budgerigars and hamsters must be in pairs.

Perhaps only her pet dog is single and neutered, so she has no chance.

"Make a pair..." Ron thought for a while, resting his cheeks, only to feel his eyes light up, obviously more enthusiastic about this than Harry, "You say, if they lay eggs and hatch, can I order one?" Well, I really don't want Errol to deliver the mail, he always ends up in the milk bowl."

George tapped on his brother's head, as if trying to get the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, "Think too much, owls need to be specially trained to be messengers, unless you are sure to train them yourself it."

And if you think about it carefully, laying eggs is really impossible. Well-trained owls will stick to their posts, and they can't go out and go to the woods to build nests and raise their babies.

Otherwise, hundreds of owls, male and female, lived in the school owl hut, which would be a disaster in spring. There would be no birds to deliver letters, and they would all be chattering and dating outside!

"Don't pay attention to him, we have a silly brother." George and Fred shook their heads together, shaking their red hair.

Ron's face was flushed, he didn't know what kind of luck he was in. He met this kind of brother, and he bought one get one free, double the disgust and double happiness.

Sissy caught a glimpse of a bottle of lingonberry jam in Ron's hand, and changed the subject abruptly, "This one is good, sweet and sour, appetizing, and can prevent stomach upset."

The syrup coats the round fruit, which is dyed a vivid rose red by the natural pigment in the peel.

Ron was so angry that he didn't speak. He seemed to have listened to the words, and silently dug out a large spoonful and put it between his teeth, stuffing it bulgingly.

The number of people in the auditorium gradually increased, and the sound of firecrackers exploded one after another, and the voices were often completely covered up.

The guest table was full, and Quirrell appeared there as a matter of course.

With a look of panic, his hands that have nowhere to rest seem to be unable to hold a knife and fork securely.

Just like having Parkinson's.

The show is so good, Sissy rolled her eyes from a distance, and Fred saw it.

He whispered in his ear, "We just hit the back of his head with a snowball a few days ago, don't worry, the snowball is pinched tightly, like lumps of ice."

"Wonderful, no one found out, right?" Sissy gave them a thumbs up in her heart.

Well done, Weasley is our king!

Voldemort is currently developing wretchedly under Dumbledore's nose, and there is no danger in their move.

"Of course not, we are the most experienced in this matter in the whole school!"

It is quite proud to win the first and second place in the Hogwarts Best Event Award.

"By the way, have you received the package for you? How is it? It contains our latest trial products, and others can't buy it if they want it."

Come on, I don't know if there are any hidden dangers for trial products, would others dare to buy them?

Fortunately, Fred and George haven't lost their conscience, and there is a striking reminder in the package:

"Please rest assured to use Weasley products. If an accident occurs and causes personal injury, Peeves will take full responsibility..."

To be honest, Sissy was very touched when the item was received, but she dared not move it.

"Help us try the confidence-boosting glasses when you are free. It has some bad side effects now, and we need to find ways to improve it."

Sissy: "...What side effects?"

It feels like being a drug tester, what should I do if I suddenly feel empathy for the laboratory mice.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, no acne, no fever and vomiting."

"It's just easy to be overconfident."

He said it lightly, but if it was really just a little overconfidence and a small problem, it wouldn't be enough for Sissy to figure out a solution together.

Filch: I know that, for decades... I've never seen such a crazy student in confinement, but if I was a wizard, I should have booked them for Cruciatus for the whole school year that night.

"Is it similar to drinking too much Felix Elixir?" Sissy asked after thinking about it.

Can lead to excessive hubris and recklessness.

"It's similar, but that's the single effect of the spell. As you can guess, this spell seems to have a very significant effect on Gryffindor, so we're pinning our hopes on you."

"The effects of spells are difficult to control, but potions are different. You can try to use some sedatives or intelligence-enhancing water, and use them in conjunction with glasses. The effect must be very good if you mix them at your level. You can, Sissy, waiting for you good news."

Cici said that this sounds sweet, but you don't have to believe me so much, really.