The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Promise not to use intelligence enhancers, then, just pretend that you agree with me to give it a try?" Sissy tilted her head slightly, raised her hand and shook her glasses.

"Wait, this kind of thing that affects the mind, I'm afraid I can't try it myself. How about it, I will find you a volunteer student tomorrow, and it will be better to try it on him."

Snape had already identified a suitable candidate in his mind, and the next process was very simple—it only needed to go through some friendly and harmonious communication, and it was easy to decide.

Sissy is also very clear that subjecting her brain to the dual effects of spells and potions, thinking about how to improve under such a situation will inevitably lose her due level of judgment.

It is clear to the bystanders that this is true in theory.

But, where are the voluntary students?

Whoever is willing to be a guinea pig is obviously forced to do so by the professor's despotic power.

But she has Weasley's two live treasures to choose from. Let them use her own products, so there's no need to involve an innocent little poor man.

Cici almost took a step back to discuss, "Just let me try it for four or five days, okay? No, it's only three days, and I can get a similar result. Then I can continue to improve on the little lions."

If you skip the personal experiment and start directly with Fred and George, these two guys who are already noisy enough, Merlin knows what they can do.

Having a fireworks display in Filch's office, or skewering and roasting Mrs. Norris, was something no one else dared to think about, nothing they didn't dare to do.

At best, four days passed with the eyes closed and opened.

"Okay." Snape agreed quite readily.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he finally knew that Gryffindor should be picked on for this kind of thing, and he made progress.

He definitely didn't want to take advantage of this to vent his anger or anything.

It is purely supporting academic research, and they should give understanding and support as a matter of course.

Being researched is also an extremely honorable thing, right?particularly involved.

Sissy prepared a set of test questions for the next experiment, for her own use, and immediately recorded her thoughts at that time for comparison and research after the effects of the medicine faded.

You need to try several completely different collocations, and the adjustment range of the initial formula is not small.

Every day, I can see a Sissy with multiple personalities.

Fortunately, when the three-day deadline came, she sorted out the conjectures that the two test tubes might be more effective, tightened the stoppers, and took out her small notebook.

This little book is a tool for contacting George and Fred, just write what you want to say on it:

"Are you free at 1:[-] p.m.? The recipe is already in sight, so come and try it."

Well, just tap it three times.

But this thing can only be used for text chatting, there is no other function, and the voice is not good, let alone video.

But the price is very friendly to the student party, especially suitable for lying on the bed to play fluorescent lights, watching the book and talking to people at night.

Not long after, there was movement in the notebook, and a line of flamboyantly small characters appeared. The characters were small and cursive, and some letters almost had to be guessed based on the context.

"Come to our dormitory. Percy made a bet with Ron. If he loses three games in a row, he will change the words on the prefect's badge to I am a big-headed stupid baby."

"Now that Percy is about to lose the second set, we don't want to miss such an exciting moment, and the password is the broken goblet."

Sissy hesitated to write for a while, thinking about the group of courageous young lion cubs, she always felt that their dormitory would not have any pleasant smell.

In case there are starched wool socks with stinky front and back hanging on the edge of the bed, hey, naked disgust.

"Broken goblet, right, but are you sure the Fat Lady will let me in? And I don't really want to break into the boys' dormitory."

The handwriting was too scribbled, and Sissy had to confirm the password again.

"It's okay to have the correct password, and you don't look like a strange intruder. Percy was like an annoying old mother throughout the holidays, grabbing us to clean up the room every day, I really hope mom and dad can take him away next time they go out .”

It's easy to guess what Sissy has on her mind, their usual room has always been extremely artistic and creative.

The gadgets bought in the joke store were dismantled by them and mixed with other things at will, leaving only a place where they could put their feet.

Although it's a mess, if you want to find something, you can find it within 2 minutes.

Now it's neatly arranged, it's like being robbed by someone, everything is still there, but I just can't find it anymore.

No wonder they always have to tease their own brother, who was born to the same mother, their personalities are too different, and they are naturally difficult to deal with.

Sissy walked along the corridor and for the first time came to the portrait of the fat lady in the pink velvet dress.

Fortunately, the fat lady just came back from Violet's painting frame, her face was slightly flushed, probably because she drank a lot of vintage wine.

"Password?" The fat lady squinted her eyes and asked.

"A broken goblet."

"Ah, that's right, but I think you seem a bit unfamiliar?" The fat lady tried to open her eyes wide with drunkenness.

Sure enough, it was not as easy to open the door as they said, and the portrait was quite conscientious.

"Yes, I'm a Ravenclaw student, and I've been invited, and if doing so embarrasses you..."

Then there is no need to bother, and it is the same to let the two of them come out.

"Oh, I know that there are always people who like to say the password. For the sake of Christmas, if you can prove who invited you, I can let you in." The fat lady turned the big colored treasure in her hand. Ring, said in a lazy tone.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The chat records in the notebook were not enough to prove this point, so Qianqian had to contact the two unreliable brothers again, and either came down to help her get a certificate, or came out to another place for the experiment.

In a word, time is precious, if you two don't point it out quickly, then I will leave.

She has never been blocked outside the lounge. It would be great if a door knocker of the same style could be installed here. It would be convenient and fun to pass by answering questions.

"Look who's here? It's our little guest." When the entrance was opened, two simultaneous cheerful voices came.

The fat lady turned her picture frame back to its original position, covered the entrance again, and glared at the two, "Red-haired Weasley, why are you two again! This is the number of times I can't count. Because you can't keep the secret well, I will have to change the password!"

"Beautiful madam, it's better not to change the password frequently, as your own people won't be able to remember the new password and will be blocked outside the dormitory."

"Then you shouldn't disclose it! To be on the safe side, a new password will be activated at night, and I don't want to hear students from other colleges open the door with our password." The fat lady's face flushed a little more.

"The Gryffindor lounge is not your own living room, let's all go in if you don't pursue it this time."