The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Hugging Buddha's feet temporarily may have a certain effect.

However, the practice that Sissy is willing to follow has always been: the closer the exam is, the less you review, and just learn as much as you usually do.Just relax your mind, let it tense up in time during the formal test, and give full play to your strength.

For example, now, while waiting for the old bee to arrive as scheduled, she is leisurely soaking the Mandrake-shaped biscuit between two fingers and soaking it in the milk under Professor Snape's disgusted gaze.

Biscuit's imitation cry, which didn't have any lethality, choked unexpectedly, and the small mouth that hadn't closed in time was full of milk.

Libo flew over the heads of several students passing by in a hurry, and landed in front of the door. As soon as he landed, his fine feathers fluttered from his neck to the tip of his tail.

Then he raised his fluffy big feet and kicked him forward, and walked two steps with his head held high.

Another big foot kicked back and closed the door with his foot.

He is a sensible and obedient bird~

If you are not sensible, you will be stewed.

He has a good memory!

"Oh, Kuanai's little fool is back!" Sissy waved to him with a smile.

The half biscuit made a plop when it was picked up, and jumped into the milk glass unbearably humiliated.

I would rather turn into biscuit mud than enter her mouth.

Sissy glanced at the biscuit jar regretfully, and had to say that these small biscuits are pretty good at recreating animals and plants, like miniature toys, so cute.

Hopping bulbs, bubble pods, fire snake eggs...

It's just that the Horklap covered with black bristles and the slowly wriggling stone sulfur attached to the tank wall don't seem to be the type that can be eaten.

Sissy rolled up her sleeves and fumbled in the biscuit jar with one hand, "It's a pity, why is there only one piece of Mandrake."

The fingernail of the other hand was pecked several times aggressively by the curved beak that couldn't wait.

Libo was up early in the morning to deliver the mail.

Really, he'd have a place to go after his post-delivery job!

It was time for dinner at Hagrid's place, and if he went late and was preempted by the scheming little mother bird, what he ate was not fresh and delicious sable meat, but a loss, a big loss.

Especially after exercise, the appetite is particularly good.

Very edible!

So, after the little master took the envelope, before she could touch her head comfortably, she ran out the door with a 2.0 times acceleration in small steps.

Flying is forbidden here, there is no way, and you can only rely on two legs if you grow wings.

Sissy saw a few wisps of velvet that hadn't landed on the ground sharply, curled her lips and habitually pulled out her wand to clean it up, and cleaned it up along with the biscuit crumbs on the table.

It is necessary to put an end to things like fluffy hairs flying around and running into the cauldron.

"What's the matter?" Snape watched her open the envelope, didn't want to ask more, but watched the frown deepen, and his eyes were fixed on one of the photos.

"I always feel..." Sissy laid out the gif animations she received on the table one by one, turned around and quickly took out the magic photos she received two times before from the study drawer, and put them together with related news clippings .

"Professor, look, this was photographed yesterday. A mob protested against the existence of the Vampire Tolerance Association in front of the statue in the Ministry of Magic Hall."

There are four or five photographs of this scene, which appear to have been taken from different angles.

"Hmm, did you hire someone to follow up?" Snape didn't seem surprised by her mother's operation.

Sissy lowered her head and continued to rummage through a large pile of photos, "I guess it is, or maybe it was bought from some small journalists who don't pay attention."

How does she know where this pile of information is obtained from?

All I know is that my mother was a financial analyst from Bocconi University before she got married.

The network is indeed quite extensive, but the connection with the magic world was probably established after marriage.

I really don't know.

Sissy just said that she wanted to find out about the anomalies outside, why the wizard suddenly got into a fight with the vampire.According to common sense, it is enough to simply inform in words, but I did not expect to receive so many things one after another.

And it turns out that more is useful, as long as the key can be unearthed from it.

"I found it. These people were interviewed in the 'random' poll last week." Sissy tapped the faces on the photo with her fingertips, emphasizing the word random.

For personal interviews, considering the issue of privacy protection, the face will be covered with fog when it is published.

But where do they come from informal channels?

The big faces in the interview are clearly identifiable.

Snape took a quick glance in the direction she was pointing, before looking at the new photos he had just received today - the ones from the protest in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

The dress has changed, but those faces are impressively mixed with the crowd participating in the protest.

It's clear, this is the extras.

interesting.

The purpose of a self-directed and self-acted farce is not yet clear.

Sissy was also puzzled.

Did they go to such lengths just to stir up trouble and ostracize the vampire community?

Only werewolves have such thoughts, and werewolves and vampires are natural enemies.

But they have no influence in the Ministry of Magic and can be eliminated directly.

Does it have something to do with the stuff on the garlic head?That thing's IQ is not stable, but its success lies in its fundamentals, which cannot be underestimated.

Perhaps after absorbing Quirrell's life force, his intelligence recovered a little bit by the way?

That was bad enough.

Sissy was seriously thinking with her chin resting on her cheeks, when the sweet warm wind gently brushed her cheeks and interrupted her thoughts.

"Professor Dumbledore, good morning!" She subconsciously stood up, and the chair was pushed back a few inches.

"Take it easy, child." Dumbledore nodded amiably, motioning for her to sit down.

I don’t know if Honeyduke has released any new flavors recently. His wizard robes are covered with the sweetness of apples and cherries.

If it weren't for those weather-beaten eyes, standing at the school gate, he would give people the same impression as an old man selling candied haws.

Sweet and amiable.

All the sourness is covered by him with a delicious sugar coating.

Qianqian quietly put her wrist on her wrist, her pulse speeded up a little after her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and she had to be mentally prepared again, any emotion would get in the way.

Dumbledore smiled at her warmly, his eyes naturally shifted to the other side, "Ah, Severus, I am very relieved to see that you are willing to wash your hair more. At first I thought you were just doing it on a whim."

Sissy's breathing, which she had just struggled to adjust, was suddenly interrupted.

Dumbledore glanced softly, and added, "I think you must be more popular with students now than before. Of course, it would be better if you could try to smile more."

Snape's expression froze on his face, "I don't need to be popular."

"Okay, I think our Miss Eugenie is almost ready, do you need some candy? The new flavor was just right when I went, and there are the last two boxes."