The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

A small head tentatively poked out from behind the bookshelf a few steps away from them. The book was half-opened to cover the face perfunctorily, and the ears were quietly pricked up.

They kept talking in a low voice, and they couldn't hear clearly behind the bookshelf.

Only a few bits and pieces of words came to my ears, potions, and exams.

Hmph, this group of people don't speak loudly, don't you know how hard it is for the young master to eavesdrop?

Oops, she seems to have seen it, it's over, she won't be discovered!

Whoops, I twisted my neck too fast...

Sissy was taking something out of her pocket, and out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch something light golden that suddenly disappeared, so she silently put back the stack of papers that had just exposed a right angle.

Seems like someone peeked?

What's so good about this, who is so boring!

She walked to the corner of the bookshelf and looked in.

Crabbe and Goyle were leaning back to back, each holding a book in their hands, barely pretending to be reading.

Crabbe and Goyle coming to the library to read?

Only ghosts will believe it.

The gaze continued to move down, good guy, two people, wearing three pairs of shoes, right?

Dare you pretend to be a little bit better.

Sissy looked away as if nothing had happened, turned her back and slanted her lips and raised her eyebrows lightly, showing a look of understanding.

Draco was so busy, everyone was nervous about the upcoming exam, but he was lucky enough to follow Harry with two idiots...

What kind of love and hate is this?

"What's the matter, Sissy, is someone eavesdropping on us?" Hermione looked behind her vigilantly.

"It's okay, I was worrying too much."

After saying this, the head hidden behind the bookshelf boldly poked out again, but it was slightly stiffer than before, as if it had a stiff neck.

Sissy was too lazy to bother him, Hermione's instant noodle head was just able to block the things on the table, "Hermione, it's very important for you to show you something useful."

A stack of unbound parchment, which was written in a rush, densely packed with small characters and calculations.

"What's this? What are chickens and cows? What's the use of counting them? Are you running a farm?" Ron took one and took a closer look. The more he looked at it, the more confused his face became.

It's normal, how could a child of a pure wizard family accept the devastation of such exercises.

"Don't make noise," Hermione's eyes seemed to be glued to the exercise paper, but she patted the back of Ron's hand with precision, "I've seen these! I promised the big sister in the neighbor's house that she would teach me, It was during the summer vacation, but then I suddenly received an admission letter from Hogwarts, and temporarily adjusted my study plan."

Ron clutched his red hand, it's over, Hermione is crazy again.

I don't understand why Hermione is like picking up a treasure when seeing such a headache, and according to what she just said, it seems to be a question for Muggles?

Why is it important to them?

"Hermione, wake up! The review plan you set for yourself is already full!" Ron couldn't bear it anymore. It was scary how Hermione looked like she was going to finish the questions that night.

"There will always be time to squeeze. If you don't have enough time, get up early or go to bed late. It's a simple matter. You can't go wrong by learning more. You can never regret learning too much, right?"

"That's right!" Hermione snatched the paper back from both of them, and stacked them neatly in the original order.

Ron looked at the two people who were united in front of him and shook his head slightly, "Hermione, I always thought you were assigned to the wrong school."

"It's possible." Sissy leaned down, motioning them to get closer, "Take some time to visit Hagrid, he brought something very interesting, um - I think he will need your help."

Sissy said it very euphemistically.

Harry and Ron exchanged quick glances at each other, something that seemed amusing to Hagrid...

Well!It's over!He must be tossing monster-level pets again!

Sissy nodded firmly towards their instantly understanding eyes.

Hurry up and send the big guy away after hatching, the cabin will definitely have no bones left after staying for a long time.

Just leave this matter to them, and after the explanation, pat your ass and leave.

She didn't think that San Xiaozhi still needed her to keep an eye on this kind of matter, and to intervene all the time to complete the task smoothly.

What Dumbledore meant was simply to ask her to keep an eye on their clearance progress and give them a push at the right time.

Then let them play by themselves, or how to grow up.

Hey, but the Norwegian Ridgeback raised by Hagrid has venomous fangs, and the broad-spectrum antidote has very limited effect on it. Go back and find the corresponding antidote formula and get them a special medicine, so as not to be bitten and become swollen. Green buns.

Put a small bottle of white fresh essence, too. Ron will inevitably suffer injuries in the checkpoints on the chessboard, so use it in time for the best results.

Well, in addition to being cut by splinters, there are also bruises from falling out.

Forget it, the anti-swelling medicine must be prepared, what else may be used, and the wound cleaning fluid is also needed, and, in case the blood loss is too fast when scratching a key part, the blood tonic medicine must also be released One bottle, anyway, Hermione already has a non-marking stretch bag, so it won't hurt to put more...

You must start from the user's point of view, think about what they think, and guess what they need. This is what the professor taught Sissy when she was learning fire protection potions, so she must keep it in mind.

Thinking about how to do a good job in logistical support, what injuries might they suffer?What kind of poison?They all stock up in advance to meet unexpected needs. For example, the special antidote of the Norwegian Ridgeback, the school hospital will not have such a special stock.

It seems that they can't finish their minds, and they are afraid that they will be short of something in their adventure bags if they don't think carefully for a while.

In addition, Principal Dumbledore brought the Pensieve so that she could practice taking out memories.

Pour your memory into a Pensieve and get rid of that invasive dizziness

Although it is a bit troublesome to take out each paragraph, it is a once-and-for-all solution.

It is also convenient to watch and ponder over and over again later, so as not to come to her brain over and over again.

After Sissy strode away, Malfoy strolled back to his original position and continued to follow, pulling at the bookshelves, his brows slightly furrowed, looking thoughtful.

In this period of time, I am afraid that there will be no second wave of people who can be as leisurely as him.

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A dead leaf slipped into the crack of the door seemingly unintentionally.

The curtains inside the door were closed tightly, and the pale papery hand picked up the dead leaves, approaching the only light source in the room, and the dead leaves turned into rough letter paper in his hands.

"Owner."

The hand holding the letter paper trembled uncontrollably, "How dare they, how dare they propose an exchange condition to you, how can this bunch of dirty and lowly things dictate to you!"

The smell became more and more intense, and the purple turban, which was almost like a pulp effect, was peeled off layer by layer, and fell silently to the ground, like a layer of snake skin that had just been shed.

The faint candlelight tremblingly reflected the face in the mirror, clinging to the contour of the back of the head, with eyes and nose embedded in it.

An unusually flat face.