The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Speaking of which, what are you going to use for your research on this kind of glasses?" Sissy asked curiously.

"There are too many. Those who feel nervous and have a stomachache when the exam comes, those who dare not ride a broomstick, and those who like someone but don't have the guts to confess, all of them are useful."

"There is a wave of sales on Valentine's Day, and another wave in the exam season. Of course, the appearance of the product is completely different, and we will also make some small changes. They will not know that the things they buy twice are actually similar in effect."

Yes, developing new products requires time, material, and so on.

Although the practice of changing the soup without changing the medicine is a bit of a profiteer, it is also true, and the Muggle world is also the same routine.

"I'll go back and try," Sissy said after thinking for a while, "It should work."

The reason why she agreed was that she also had some expectations. If the potion could really be prepared according to the usage situation, it would be considered a small step in the application of potion in practice.

As long as you put it on and feel it yourself, you will basically know what potion needs to be added to eliminate the side effects, and there is no shortage of materials.

The next step is to consider the production cost. The target customer group is the student party. If the raw materials are too expensive, you have to find a replacement with similar effects.

Of course, this kind of thing that requires dead brain cells is not suitable for thinking while eating, it will cause indigestion.

At the dinner, Snape uncharacteristically sat next to Flitwick for some reason.

Professor Flitwick had two dark circles under his eyes, and he had no intention of telling jokes as usual to make the big guys have fun together, but now a thick-skinned guy forced his way over, and his face darkened uncontrollably a bit.

"Hey Mandy, you look better!"

Sissy didn't pay attention to the matters at the guest-of-honor table, she chose to sit with a few classmates who stayed in school, and the ones selected by the hat seniors did have a common language.

In a Quidditch match before the holiday, the Bludger accidentally rushed into the spectator stands, and three students were hit. Mandy was the first to bear the brunt, catching the ball in his stomach...

Soft tissue contusions and spleen damage are said to have occurred.

There was nothing serious under Madam Pomfrey's care, but the psychological shadow left her in a daze for several days. The incident happened suddenly, and her parents were dispatched elsewhere.

Mandy patted the seat and smiled softly, "I have carefully considered whether to use the method you said - to forget this bad memory with the help of diluted Winged Demon venom, but in the end I decided to keep it, otherwise I will go to watch the game next time."

Sissy smiled and nodded, this is the best.

It is the best choice to face up to one's memory. It is best to overcome the psychological shadow of the past. If you can't make it through, you have to find a way to forget it.

"We're discussing what color the blue velvet and cream offspring will produce, what do you think?"

"Blue?" Sissy was stunned.

Puffy, a cute cake-colored furball creature that is easy to feed and has a good temper, no one has ever seen a blue-haired Puffy, or even evidence that it exists.

However, it is not necessary to be well-founded when writing a thesis, and there is no need to pay so much attention to it. The complexity of magical creatures does not apply to Mendel's laws of inheritance.

Not to mention the same species, there may be no reproductive isolation between different organisms, and "cute and cute" things like fried-tailed snails can be mixed.

"Maybe it will be blue + yellow = green? Just like on the palette." Sissy said after thinking for a moment.

"I hope this is the case, and the seven colors can really be cultivated. The ones sold in the store now are deceiving children in my opinion. Marietta's one is raised and faded. The pink she bought has doubled the price. .”

"That's right, she was still showing off at the time, saying that it had been washed and the color hadn't faded at all, so she thought it was the real thing!"

Sissy gnawed off the piece of cartilage at the top of the chicken leg bone, chewed it down and asked, "Did you use a color-changing spell? Then it expired after a long time."

"That's not true. Although Pu Rongrong has no magical attack power, the color-changing spell will be ineffective immediately when Mao shakes it."

"The fake ones are all fed with magic feed. If you don't feed them for a period of time, the color will fade, but that feed is said to be poisonous, and the pudding you eat won't last long. I don't plan to use that kind of stuff. The milky yellow color is very soft. Cute."

There was always someone who would come up with crooked ways to make money, and Hagrid was dying to know that.

There is no harm if there is no business. As long as the demand is still there, after the Ministry of Magic hits one side, the other side can no longer hold it down. It is like whack-a-mole, repeatedly banned.

I’ve talked about the pudding, and the baby’s tongue-shaped fruit that I saw in magazines, and it’s the Ziluo bird that eats children...

Others generally can't get in their mouths on their topics, and they don't know what to say.

However, the disadvantage of eating while chatting is that the stomach will be full before you know it.

Sissy walked back a long way with a satisfied stomach, taking a walk to digest food, and looked out the window at night like frost, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but unfortunately it was not a full moon.

In terms of the distance between the restaurant and the four major lounges, no college can compete with Ravenclaw. When the founder chose the location, he never considered letting her students have supper.But Qianqian didn't enjoy this kind of treatment very much, and the amount of exercise on weekdays has been reduced a lot.

The first thing she did when she opened the door was to see the owls.

"Libo, do you miss me? I didn't forget you when I went out to eat and drink spicy food. Look, a very fresh little white mouse!"

The chirping sound like a chick was really hard to associate with a bird of prey, which made her smile like an aunt.

The mice were brought to his mouth one by one.

"Let's have some more, you're not full yet, right?" Sissy continued to tease the mouse by its tail, "Be obedient, eat more to grow your body, good boy, just eat the last one, okay? I'll help you remove the hair. Digest without spitting out a big ball of hair."

Cici tried her best to persuade her that life is sometimes a spiral, similar but different. She used to be a poor family.

A little boy of the same age can refill the meal three times. When she eats a meal of a dozen big meat wontons, she has to cut a wonton into three small pieces to eat, so she is always chased all the way to feed her. Her father has a headache, and the kindergarten teacher also has a headache.

Now that the roles are reversed, I don't have much experience in doing this.

But this is already the third time "the last one", it's a trick, it's a trick to an owl, Libo was not familiar with the routine at first, but now he understands it.

Bullying him can't open his mouth to refute, right?

Libo's golden eyes were round and round, and he retreated around the desk, but that didn't dampen Sissy's enthusiasm. He could only obediently hold the naked mouse stick in his mouth, but he didn't swallow it.

I really can't eat the kind that is purer than unicorn blood.

"Are you sure enough? You're a boy, and your appetite is too small." Sissy pouted her mouth and finally let it go, and turned her head to reveal the Weasleys' new invention, "I don't know how much side effects these glasses have. , try wearing it for a while."

The second hand made a full circle.

Why does it seem to be useless, or do you have to do something that you don't dare to do in order to be effective?

So she walked out, wand in hand.

Through a friendly exchange with Flitwick at the banquet, Snape successfully transferred the happiness to himself according to the law of conservation of all things.

But he pushed open the door, stepped in, and immediately took half a step back.

You read it wrong, it's impossible, can you still get drunk after drinking tea?

It must be the wrong way to open it. Open it again... Well, it's still the same.

There are pink bubbles floating all over the room, and there is an eye-catching Christmas tree in the center - piled with bubbles.

No way, just after showing off with Flitwick, the kid went crazy after a meal?