The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

She pulled up the airtight glass window less than half a foot (15cm), just enough for her hands to reach into the cabinet for experimental operations.

When the beaker gradually heats up, the powder melts into a liquid state, and more viscous dark bubbles emerge at an accelerated rate. Close the glass window in time to isolate the poisonous smoke that is about to spew out.

The girl sat on a round chair beside her for a short rest, turned the outer layer of the blue gloves inside and took them off, her hands turned white from covering.

There was supposed to be nothing to wait for, but there was a strange noise coming from the pipes arranged close to the ceiling, and the sound quickly became louder and louder two seconds after the clock ticked.

She raised her head abruptly when she realized something was wrong, and ran away with her mask tight in the next second. The crack at the connection of the exhaust pipe expanded rapidly under the impact of the airflow, and sprayed the white smoke she had just inhaled from the closed cabinet into the laboratory. .

The acrid smoke rushed down from the roof, as if someone had cut a sack of fine flour with a sharp knife, and then turned on the blower to blow downward.

The backflow of gas in the pipe makes the smoke spread faster and more violently, filling the entire space with one breath.

The sound of hurried footsteps gradually slowed down, and then disappeared, leaving only a thick and desperately pale surrounding, just like the face of the girl lying by the door, frozen and motionless.

Sissy pushed forward in her mind, and the white scene was broken up like a jigsaw puzzle.

"This is my last memory on the other side." She got up from the ground and deliberately stepped on the soft ground, which was softer than the bouncy castles she loved to play with when she was a child. "After that, my soul was very lucky. I was sent to this body, and when I opened my eyes, I was dragged away to class without even warming up my slippers."

"Lucky? So you think so. Have you ever thought about it? It might not be a coincidence. There are many things in the world that seem to be coincidental, but there are often traces of their appearance."

"If it's not a coincidence, what do you mean?" Sissy rubbed her hands in surprise.

Snape stared at her for a while, as if considering what he was going to say, "According to the information I know, the two different souls you think of are always yourself. Something went wrong, other people didn't know you had other life memories, and you misunderstood who you were."

Sissy scratched behind her ear in doubt: Huh?What did I miss?

Then her brow was tapped by her fingertips.

"Stupid, think about it, what does the magic theory say about tampering with the soul?"

"The tampering with the deepest secrets—the source of life, the essence of the self—must be prepared to suffer the most extreme and dangerous consequences. So says Adebe Woflin in The Basic Rules of Magic. The essence of the self, of course It also includes the soul." Sissy paused after answering.

"Professor, does this have anything to do with my curse? To be honest, I really don't understand what happened to me at all."

"You don't know much about black magic. Let me use a simplified but not entirely correct statement to let you understand. Yours is different from the blood curse. Its genetics are quite stable, and there is almost no need to take chances, and since the beginning of life Your soul is being watched.

It is like a devil's net that cannot be shaken off. It has identified your soul, and then locked your power in the body and gradually tightened and compressed it until the magic power tore the body apart. Can you understand the difference between it and silence? "

Sissy bit her lower lip tightly with her small canine teeth and nodded.

If one's own magic power is artificially suppressed, silence will be born, and when it is out of control, it may cause indiscriminate attacks on the surroundings, venting the dark emotions of the silent person.

As for the magic riot brought about by the curse, the goal is not to destroy the existence of the outside world. It only wants to kill the host. The internal damage is far greater than the silent loss of control. Of course, it will also cause a lot of damage externally.

Maybe the body will be scrapped after a riot.

"So, as long as I avoid emotional agitation, I can live in peace with it. Is it because the soul ran away from home?" Sissy roughly understood the cause and effect.

Before, she mistakenly thought that the original soul had gone to the next life, and it was her turn to take over the body.

But recalling that when she woke up, the windows in the house were bright and clean, and there was no sign of being damaged by magic power at all.

"Huh? The soul ran away from home, almost. Dumbledore set up an alchemy circle. On your 10th birthday, after I knocked you out, I poured you a cup of elixir, so that your body can Maintain your vitality for more than a year. Then Dumbledore sent your soul to the border area between life and death through the alchemy circle. In this way..."

"Professor, wait, wait, wait..." Sissy held her head in both hands, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The amount of information is suddenly a bit large, so I have to sort it out.

The alchemy circle was created by Dumbledore to send her soul away.

No wonder there is no 11th birthday scene in Inheritance's memory. She was fainted on her 10th birthday, or was she fainted by Professor Snape?

She must have been drugged or cast a spell secretly, because there is no such thing in memory.

And the elixir of life, she actually drank it?

Thinking of this, Sissy suddenly raised her head and asked an irrelevant question, "Professor, did you make that cup of elixir?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Snape narrowed his eyes unhappily. "What, you are so ostentatious that you expect Mr. Nicole Flamel to do it for you yourself?"

Sissy giggled inexplicably, and leaned closer, "So it's not an exaggeration to say that you can teach us how to prevent death!"

"For talented people, that's the case." Snape pulled the corners of his mouth upwards, "It took a lot of precious materials to save a life, but luckily it wasn't too disappointing."

"I just studied a few years more than others." Sissy shook her head lightly, but her elastic cheeks rich in collagen were suddenly pinched by ruthless iron hands.

"The main reason I think you are suited for this subject is not that you have mastered a lot before taking the class, but because you can understand the subtlety of subtleties, which few people have.

You can't imagine what those idiots have been up to all this time, their puffer fish eyeballs just blind to the details right in front of them. "

To put it bluntly, dead fish eyes.

Staring at the boss with one eye, he can see a fart.

"It's just that I thought I've already done everything I need to do, and I just need to pay more attention to you in the future. But who knows, you can still rely on me after school starts? Huh?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, professor, please don't screw it up." Sissy burst into tears.