The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Dudu...Dudu will be back soon, she always cleans very neatly." The elf replied absently, waving her slender arms, and continued to take out from the whole pile of wooden chairs. Get a few and line them up in front of you.

Then I squeezed a short section of dark purple paste onto the back of the chair, and with the flash of light on the fingertips, the place where it was lightly brushed was as bright and clean as polished.

"Although Principal Dumbledore told us that we don't have to do this, no matter how clean the corners are, the campus will soon return to its messy state after the holiday is over." The elf continued, "But the holiday cleaning It’s a tradition that’s been passed down for hundreds of years, it’s been around since before I was born.”

When it comes to sticking to tradition, the elf has a look of satisfaction on his face.

Seeing that the chairs at hand would soon be refurbished, Sissy hurried around the path of the old chairs that were about to fly.

The elf's tone became even more excited, "The principal said we were free to choose what to do, and he graciously allowed us to enjoy the pile of cockroaches on his table! God, of course we can't really do that, we just want to work harder for Express gratitude to him!"

During Dumbledore's tenure as headmaster, the house elves at Hogwarts were probably the best treated in the whole of England.

Sissy watched the elf's wide ears swaying and slapping her little head, her big sparkling eyes were full of admiration surging like a tide, simple and pure.

"Hmm, we are very lucky to have such a principal!" Sissy replied.

Most of the time she just quietly listens, nodding when appropriate.Except for Fred and George, few students would sneak into the kitchen, and the elves were too low-profile to have a chance to talk to the wizard.

On the one hand, the elf expressed his admiration for Professor Dumbledore, on the other hand, he devoted himself to his work like a chicken blood.

After clearing the pile of chairs as high as three or four people, she raised her head and glanced at Sissi, her thin body leaned back uncontrollably, and suddenly vibrated twice as if turning on the silent mode.

Sissy stretched out her hand to support her back, "Are you okay? How about you take a rest?"

The little elf let out a scream of "Ah", and stood straight and stiff on the spot, with his little hands curled up in front of his chest, looking completely different from just now, "You... have you been holding back just now? Listen to me talking to myself?"

Sissy nodded.

"Clara, Clara didn't notice that there was a student in need of service. What a bad elf she was! She didn't do her job!"

Sissy immediately thought of Dobby's act of banging his head on the table. Fortunately, Clara just stepped on the right foot with the left foot and the left foot with the right foot in annoyance, and did not commit any more self-harm behaviors.

"No, you're doing great, you're working too hard." Sissy tried to calm Clara back.

Clara took a deep breath, and her speech speed was still a little fast because of nervousness, "I can prepare you honey vanilla ginger tea, egg yolk sweet milk, or a variety of hot cocoa, marshmallow hot chocolate with a little mint added, drink It doesn't taste too sweet.

You may also like the taste of coconut milk and pistachio crumble, by the way, there are also salted butter caramel oatmeal and cherry brownie, and French whipped cream cinnamon hot chocolate is also absolutely fine. "

Just after she finished speaking, Clara clapped her little hands, and a series of steaming drinks teleported from the table near the fireplace to Sissy.

Sissy: "Actually, I just came..."

"If you choose hot cocoa, I recommend serving it with churro and nut biscuits for dipping." Clara looked at Cici without blinking her big eyes.

"No, I..." Sissy finally couldn't resist her honesty and changed her words, "A cup of salted butter caramel oatmeal hot cocoa with nut shortbread, thank you."

The hot cocoa warms your hands, and the sweetness goes from the nose to the mouth.

The size of the shortbread is just right, one bite at a time, the mellow cocoa is full of the aroma of roasted nuts, mixed in the mouth, and the bite is crackling.

Sissy pushed the gold-rimmed plate of shortbread towards Clara, beckoning her if she would like some together.

Clara just shook her head, and then asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Can you please give me another pot of orange-flavored hot black tea and three almond croissants, I want to take them back." Sissy glanced at the existing food on the table, and made another request cheekily.

"Oh, yes, yes miss, Clara understands, that's what Professor Snape wants." Clara passed the rest of the drinks back to the fireplace, took out a paper bag and carefully wrapped the croissant.

Sissy swallowed the crushed nuts in her mouth, and put the hot cocoa in her hand on a pumpkin-shaped coaster, "Uh, to be honest, I decided on my own. After so long, I still don't know what the professor likes. What."

Sissy took Clara's little hand and cast her a begging look, "I guess you may know his favorite taste better than I do. Seeing that his birthday is coming, can you please help me? Professors have birthdays like you How will you help celebrate?"

Clara replied with some embarrassment: "Birthdays, as far as I know, most professors celebrate their birthdays by themselves. They may leave school to have dinner with friends or family to celebrate, or they may go to a tavern for a few drinks. This is what I've heard in bits and pieces over the years. The elves shouldn't ask what they do, and they never help."

After hearing this, Sissy scratched the back of her head. Hogwarts is not very good at employee welfare. It stands to reason that everyone regards the school as their home, so it is not too much for one person to give out a big cake, right?

As for leaving school to celebrate with family and friends.

No matter how you think about it, you know that this kind of thing will not happen to Professor Snape.

"I'm sorry, it's not that Clara doesn't want to help you. Regarding Professor Snape's preferences, Clara only knows that he hates drinks with added alcohol, but it doesn't seem to be a problem if it appears as a condiment in the dishes."

"Thank you, I will pay attention to avoid this kind of thing." Sissy responded politely, she already knew about it, including the reason.

It's not as good as a widowed single parent with a bastard Muggle alcoholic dad.

Maybe the professor will think of the fragmented experience in the past when he sees the wine, or maybe he doesn't want to become as bad as the person he hates.

Sissy's life was so smooth, she was always the doted one no matter at school or at home, so she wasn't sure she really understood what kind of childhood nightmare it was, but it must have been terrible.