The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy wrote a letter to the little birdie who was playing with her feet, and then said nothing about the vampire.

I don't want to talk about any topic that may cause frowning in front of the professor, so as not to add a few fine lines.

After all, having to practice Occlumency with a little troublemaker on weekends away from annoying little trolls is enough to worry about.

According to the plan, what needs to be done is not only to hide the parts that you don't want to be discovered, but also to sort out and connect the effective text information into a picture, and then present it as completely as possible.

If the details are not enough, add oral supplementary explanations, and the communication efficiency will be higher.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful Dumbledore's Legilimency is, he wouldn't be able to understand the pile of square characters in her memory.

Every weekend can be said to be the time for the results to be displayed. As soon as Sissy opened her eyes, she began to adjust her mentality and prepare for the test.

Therefore, the breakfast is very casual. There are only a few pieces of smoked salmon bagels (bread shaped like donuts), plus a cup of coconut cloud latte and a cup of banana milk.

The bagels are not divided into two, and there is no separate meal. It is a bit lazy, and it is directly served on a flat plate that is bigger than the crucible, and it is ready to use.

She grabbed the smallest ring of bagels by herself, gnawed them into her mouth like a squirrel, and quickly filled her cheeks to bulge.

Snape was holding up his wand to cast an Upholstery Charm on the floor and the corners and edges of the table, and all items on the table with angles less than 90 degrees were also moved into the drawer.

"A calm, logical and regular mind is qualified to freely choose the thoughts you want to stay. Let me see how you are doing recently."

Snape could only hear some ups and downs in response, so he lowered the wand in his hand and urged, "What are you talking about, can you swallow it quickly?"

After the warm milk softened the bread, Sissy quickly swallowed her mouthful of food, almost choking to death.

"Don't worry, Professor, I've been practicing very hard recently. Put aside the practice and eat something to fill your belly. I can hear some places cooing from a few steps away."

"Absolutely impossible, it's your hallucination."

Sissy oh softly, without concealing the perfunctory attitude on her face, she even slowly added some brown sugar to her milk glass, pinched her wand and cast the Stirring Charm.

The sugar granules sank to the bottom and spun, turning less and less.

It's good to be young, not afraid of getting fat, anyway, children don't have waists, so they can eat whatever they like.

"I have never understood why you are so obsessed with eating on time. Is it because if you miss a meal, you will starve to death? Anyway, I will never be like you."

"Food is the god of the people, professor, there are many disadvantages if there is no meal. Well... this is an inherent concept in my head, and you will see why in a moment. I really hope that the messy eating habits of the past Before it can have any adverse effects on your body."

"As you can see, very good." Snape put his wand down and reached for a piece from the plate.

"It better be like this, or I'm afraid I can't resist adding all kinds of things to your glass. By the way, we have seen the basilisk that was blinded by pecking and the big black dog that will become the godfather Now, do you want to have something different this week, a little secret about my personal experience."

"Since you said it was a secret, then you should understand the most basic truth. If you can't keep a secret yourself, how can you expect others to keep it for you?"

Sissy was blinking at her black pupils, "But you are not someone else."

The reason is as simple as that, a few words are enough.

"You sure you want me to know?" Snape asked.

She thought this was the memory she wanted to hide from herself, but she guessed wrong.

"Yes, I really hope that you can understand me better after reading it." Sissy nodded firmly, took out a small handkerchief to wipe the bread crumbs from her mouth, and sat down on the ground.

The ground covered with several layers of padded curses is like Princess and the Pea's mattress, and it doesn't hurt to fall in any position.

"Then, arrange the memories you want to display in an orderly manner, get rid of distracting thoughts, and don't let irrelevant things mess in-if you don't want me to recall those annoying pink bubbles again."

"I promise I won't miss the professor this time." Sissy crossed her fingers and hugged her knees, so that her eyes could be firmly connected, so as to facilitate the establishment of contact.

"It looks like you're ready, all right, Legilimency."

The scene in the office fluttered away like a curtain being blown away by the wind, and was replaced by a mainly white room.

An anti-corrosion experimental table with a black countertop is conspicuously placed in the center. The double-layer long shelf on the table is full of bottles and cans, and the labels are consistent outward:

It says on the glass bottle, C(?Na2C2O4)=0.0100mol/L

It is marked on the white square can, MgCl2.6H2O, AR, 500g

……

It's like English, but with a bunch of letters and numbers I don't know what to mean.

The long table on the left is full of oddly shaped objects, but there are also slightly normal ones, such as mortars and test tube racks.

The sunlight slanted brightly from the window onto the table legs, and the penumbra cast by the cloud moved slowly in the room, and only one figure was busy in the huge room.

The girl in white drew the curtains to block the sunlight, returned to the table, turned her head sideways and began to fiddle with an object with a square transparent glass cover.

The long ponytail, which was simply tied up with a pure black rubber band, fell straight down on the white clothes, and the blue rubber gloves were tightly fitted to the skin of the hands, as if they had been worn for a long time.

The closed doors and windows made the air here as quiet and harmonious as the girl's demeanor.

A similar expression seems to only appear on Sissy's face when she is completely addicted to potion making, and even if it does appear, it does not give people the impression of such tranquility.

All movements are gently, uniformly and slowly pushing away the glass cover, using tweezers to firmly pick up the weight and place it lightly...

She rests her little finger on the table when the tweezers are clamped, to ensure a more stable hand movement.

A shallow crease will also be made on one side of the weighing paper. After pouring the powder, flick it with your fingertips to avoid a very small amount of powder remaining on the paper.

Actions like this are never necessary. No teacher will ask students to do this. It's just a personal habit. It's a small detail that can't be replicated by others who drink compound soup.

The girl had black hair and black eyes, and her demeanor was slightly different, but there was no need to say much, Snape knew very well that this was what she said, personal experience.

The picture continued in a beautiful silence. She placed the Erlenmeyer flask on the table, and walked to the cabinet on the right with two beakers filled with unknown solid powder.

The buzzing sound of the cabinet opening was irregular and disturbing.