The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"The Sorcerer's Stone cannot be destroyed, and while there is no direct evidence for this, I'm sure Professor Dumbledore has been quite obsessed with lifting your curse, in some less damaging way."

"Are you very persistent?" Sissy rubbed her chin and repeated, then raised her head and asked, "Is my situation similar to that of the Obscure? The magic power is locked in the body, and I need to avoid emotional agitation as much as possible."

Professor Dumbledore's younger sister, Ariana, was made obscurant by a few little Muggles, which then affected the tragedy of the whole family.

The originally harmonious family of five, now only the two brothers who cannot reconcile and the out-of-print smiles in the frame remain.

Now Professor Dumbledore has found a solution and has the ability to protect his sister and mother, but they can't afford to wait as long as a century.

"Yes, so I agree with your practice of Occlumency. Managing your emotions means a lot to you." Snape glanced at the time, frowning in dissatisfaction, got up and mixed a drink, Handed it to Sissy involuntarily.

The whole set of movements is as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and no small step is superfluous.

"Drink it and go to bed quickly, will you be obedient?"

Sissy counted the drops she added, "Professor, if I drink it all up, I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

With the support of Fred and George's experimental data, Sissy has a more intuitive feeling about the dosage.

So she is sure, and absolutely sure, that this is the dose to make a sleeping pig die!Perhaps the troll Harry had downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills didn't sleep as soundly as she did.

"You know? Your dear Professor Flitwick came here to question you a few days ago." Snape absently blew on the tea that was no longer steaming.

"What? Professor Flitwick, what did he say?"

Ask, what needs to use such a serious vocabulary.

She's always been fine here.

The surface of the liquid in the cup circled with shallow ripples following her doubts.

"Oh, it's really nothing, he just came to remind me very kindly, saying that you haven't grown much in the past few months, is it caused by too much pressure, and the tasks given to you are too many and too difficult, in short In his eyes, all my arrangements are like torturing you."

Sissy groaned and shook her head repeatedly in denial, but then she heard the professor continue, "Also, he deduced with his 'extremely' intelligent brain that if you continue like this, sooner or later your head will become thinner, and you will be reserved again and again. Point out clearly that it will probably become as unsightly as me."

Sissy couldn't hold the cup anymore, so she had to put it down gently first.

Then she stood on tiptoe and looked over the professor's head, "Professor Flitwick's misunderstanding, your hair was all glued together before, like a door curtain, it must look less, but now it looks thicker, I can't even see the hair roots."

"Really? Actually, I think it's necessary to take some time to chat with the Sorting Hat. Maybe it will be smart enough to realize its misjudgment, lest some delicate and small professors always think that they need to come and point fingers."

Sissy responded nervously and awkwardly, "I guess Professor Flitwick is in charge of night patrols. He hasn't been in a good state recently, and he probably lost his mind because of fatigue and concern."

"However, he is right in one thing. You have to rearrange your rest time reasonably. In my opinion, you have to make up for what you lack recently. It would be appropriate to wake up around 12 noon tomorrow."

"That lesson..." Sissy picked up the cup again hesitantly.

"I granted you a whole morning's leave, and if it's not enough, you can extend it." Snape narrowed his eyes, leaning forward slightly, and dangerous dissatisfaction was condensing into black mist in his eyes, "Or, you are more inclined to let Your dear Professor Flitwick has come to approve the leave note, and I think he is very willing to agree to your application, not to mention that it is more in line with the regulations."

"No, no, no one is more suitable than you," Sissy made her tone sound extremely firm, then she tilted her neck back and drank it down like a water dispenser, "I listen to you Now go to bed, good night, dear Professor Snape."

In just a few short sentences, he actually used "Your dear Professor Flitwick" twice in a row. I'm afraid, if you don't hurry to make up for it, the dangerous breath like a poisonous snake may haunt your dreams.

In order to avoid such incidents from happening again, Sissy included regular visits to Professor Flitwick in her daily itinerary, and deliberately left the small problems encountered in reading the spell book here to solve them.

Most Ravenclaw students like to go to their dean's office to ask questions that have been bothering them for a long time or that others can't understand.

While taking care of everyone in the academy, Professor Flitwick also had to worry about whether the kidnapped one was safe or not.

A kite with a broken string has to fly back by itself to report its safety.

At the same time, Sissy's various plans are proceeding in an orderly manner. Runes and the history of magic are self-study with borrowed notes, and Occlumency is practiced under real-time guidance, and she and herself ponder according to the book, which is twice the result with half the effort. A difference of getting twice the result with half the effort.

The weather is getting warmer and rainy, and on a rare sunny day, you can only see the sun and mist, and Libo can't see the birds at all when he flies a little farther.

It is not too long to walk across the wet stepping stones in the early morning to the entrance of Greenhouse No. [-], and the fog is so thick that small drops of water can be sprayed out of the nose when breathing.

The constant humidity was terrible for Quidditch practice, and it was both good and bad for Sissy.

The weekly astronomy class, as well as her self-taught astrology and the influence of the moon on the growth of herbs, did not go well.

On the plus side, the cheese fungus and the Ink umbrella in Greenhouse No. [-] are growing extremely vigorously, and Professor Sprout doesn't need to use spells to heat and humidify them. The natural environment is better than any artificial intervention.

Cheese fungus has been quite productive recently, and Sissy has increased the frequency of collecting drips.

But she still sees Phillips there every time, sitting on a small stool, carefully sucking up the small droplets in the cheese-shaped pores with a slender-tipped dropper.

Sissy took the miniature glass bottle that he had already collected a shallow layer of liquid and smiled, "The amount you helped collect in the past few weeks is almost enough for me to use for decades!"

It looks quite small, the total amount does not exceed 0.5 ounces (about 14 ml), but the usable range of this thing is narrow, and it may not be an exaggeration to say that it is enough for a lifetime.

Sissy lit up her magic wand to illuminate the bottom of the bottle, and the light amber color in the bottle was clear and translucent, and when it was placed in a glass container, it really had a fire-like luster like polished gem slices.