The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy's gaze slowly fell on her suede boots amidst her steady breathing, and then said softly, "It's a little earlier than I expected, and you suddenly asked."

"Really? I thought you would come to seek my help instead of torturing yourself blindly." Snape looked away from her, and his tone was as flat as a bottle of distilled water that had cooled down for a long time, "So, if you I haven't had time to decide what I should do, and now I can go back to the house and sleep."

Cici didn't have the idea of ​​running away in a hurry. She lifted the pot with her right hand, pressed the lid lightly with two fingers with her left hand, and quietly filled the teacup to three-thirds full. While the tea was flowing into the cup, she gave herself a few seconds time to think.

The meaning revealed in these words is that the professor has already seen it. Perhaps no one understands the state of Occlumency better than him.

Her answer was only to decide whether or not to bring this matter up on the stage. If she chose to leave in silence, then today's conversation would be treated as if it never happened.

"Yes, I'm trying to practice Occlumency." Sissy turned the handle of the teacup to an easy-to-reach direction.

"For what, make yourself sleepy?" Snape's nasal voice seemed to sigh quietly, "As far as I know, you don't suddenly become interested in something for no reason. .”

Sissy replied briskly: "In order to hide my own little secret, I think you have more or less noticed it."

Snape frowned, "Can I understand that you secretly practiced this to prevent me from spying on your brain? Then you are completely wrong, I am not interested in your memory, if you don't intend to reveal it, I wouldn't have asked, much less tried to hack."

"Well——professor, I didn't think that way, in fact, I noticed that you are trying to give me more free space, especially in the recent period, you have knocked on the door before entering the study like never before... "

"So? I don't think that's allayed your concerns now." Snape looked into her hazel eyes quietly, as if carefully observing a crystal ball that was about to clear the mist.

At the same time, he waved his wand with his right hand, raised the flying chair, and gave him a look to sit down and speak slowly.

Sissy comprehended, "I'm actually worried about Professor Dumbledore, he might want to get my memory."

"Indeed, assuming he finds something too, I don't deny the possibility, but what makes you think I'd be willing to hand you over to Dumbledore? If he's really suspicious, I'll help you stop."

Snape rested his chin on one hand, and hugged the elbow of this arm to his chest with the other.

"I'm afraid I have to let Professor Dumbledore know something," Sissy planned to start from the current situation, trying to prove what she said was true, "I know what's in Quirrell's garlic-smelling head now, And the Sorcerer's Stone hidden at the end of the level behind that door, and—”

"Oh, then you are such a clever little ghost." Snape interrupted suddenly, "You don't need to run to remind him of this."

"There will be more later, Professor, I can provide more useful information, including but not limited to Professor Dumbledore's possible life-threatening danger when destroying a Horcrux made of a resurrection stone."

"The Horcrux?"

"A black magic item used to store soul fragments and achieve so-called immortality."

"Sounds like something terribly evil."

Sissy nodded seriously, "Yes, of course it is. The Dark Lord relies on these things to continue to exist in an incorporeal form."

"The Horcrux - the Dark Lord - is called that. You surprise me, Sissy."

"Professor, if you don't like this name, I can change it to something else." Sissy muttered briefly in her heart, this name doesn't suit you, maybe you should consider changing it to that mysterious person next time of.

"I thought that you just acquired knowledge from Muggles far beyond your age range for some special reason. But now, maybe I really want to see what is contained in your complicated head."

Having said that, the light flickering in the black eyes has not yet shown any penetration.

"Yes, professor, I am willing to show you these, but before that, please allow me to practice for a while." Sissy looked back weakly, "Because I do have such a small area, it is not Hope to be seen by you."

"Even if it's just a flash? I can choose not to look at it carefully. I think you already know this when you teach yourself."

"Yes, I don't want it, even in a flash... I'm already trying to seal up a specific memory, but I haven't been successful yet."

Not even a tenth of a second, if in her mind, the professor saw the scene where the Mudblood was called out under the tree, or the night when the tragedy happened in Godric's Hollow... Even if her memory picture There must be some discrepancies with reality, however.

After being seen, there are some subtle shifts that happen forever.

This was never what she wanted.

"I beg you..." Sissy's weak voice was like fluff in the wind.

After a few seconds of infinite elongation, a sound finally came from the ear.

"as you wish."

Qianqian took a few breaths in a hurry. She forgot that she should keep breathing, and she didn't know how long she held it. Her head was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, probably because she was nervous and consumed too much energy in a short period of time.

"Try to organize your thoughts in an orderly manner, and don't let your emotions mess up your mind."

Sissy wanted to relax herself, so she raised her head and asked in a serious manner: "If I am trapped by sadness or anxiety, will my mind be filled with achnatherum, Professor?"

"Yes, little troll. Or sniffing weed, sneezeweed, mandrake, blackroot, whichever you like, okay?" Snape responded helplessly.

"Then I like sap grass." Sissy gave her answer rebelliously.

There are A, B, C, D, you can choose any one, right? No, I want to choose E.

"Okay, it's fitting, it just so happens that your brain is always undergoing some weird changes like sapweed, and when the next full moon comes, they will become available for picking, right?" Snape Follow Sissy's words.

He didn't know why he said this, anyway, Sissy laughed, so—let's count it as a special kind of humor, although the word humor has nothing to do with him.