The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

In a few days, Sissy almost listened to all kinds of job introductions, and from time to time lowered her head to write circles on the paper, and raised her head to eat melons.

Well, this so-and-so seems to be quite suitable for the International Magic Trade Standards Association, but the results have always been unstable, and if they fail to fulfill their wishes, they will be ruined directly. It is best to have a second or even a third intention to guarantee the bottom line.

Whoever wants to go to the memory write-off headquarters is a good choice, but unfortunately, when the relevant departments are jointly responsible for attendance, conflicts and differences with colleagues may easily arise in dealing with Muggle issues...

After listening too much, if someone asked her, she would probably be able to pretend to say a few words, but she just couldn't find what really matched her interests.

Whatever it is, if you can get a high score anyway, you can do whatever you want in the future.If you don’t do well in the exam, it will be like a bad street product, and you will be picked by people who dislike it.

What needs more energy and careful care now is the small cauldron that hangs at the end of the bed.

Although it is not clear what the Ministry of Magic wants to do, it does not hinder the preparations.

Extra preparation is far better than blindly believing that everything is under control.

The color of the liquid is getting darker and cloudier day by day, turning into an unflattering mud color.

The viscous medicinal liquid twisted slowly like a snail in the crucible, occasionally some air bubbles drilled out of it, like amoebas with big eyes quietly looking at the world.

Ugly, slightly ignorant and cute.

The bicorn powder had already been added, Sissy squatted down, held her head up, looked at the cauldron with contentment and smiled, no matter how she looked at it, she thought it was perfect.

The small purple fire balls in the shape of a six-pointed star below the crucible are shining brightly in his eyes.

"You can come here." The deep voice pulled her up from the ground.

After a day of class, the work is still not over to deal with the group of confused teenagers who dare not have a youthful rebellious period.

Extracting memories is not something that can be done in two or three days, and it is time-consuming and labor-intensive when Sissy is not yet proficient in it, and timely assistance and guidance are needed.

But her gaze was still reluctantly lingering on the ugly lump of mud, and she raised her head in anticipation.

"Professor, do you think this batch of deformable time can be close to twelve hours?"

Snape didn't urge, and lowered his eyes to look at the medicinal liquid that had been brewed for more than twenty days, his thumb pressed down on his lower lip and slowly slid over, "According to the current situation, it is possible.

But you have to be clear, this is not your own grade. If it is not for the unexpected situation that may arise, I should not provide too much help. After the end, you will make a new one and count your final exam score. "

The final test asked her to go back to her class and make those simple starter potions like a house with those who used crucibles like milk pots?

is it possible?

What are you thinking!

"Then I will definitely get a high score." Sissy tilted her head and smiled, her fingertips pressed against the tip of the staff and circled around for a circle.

With an undisguised double-standard treatment in front of other students, the expectations that need to be met are of course different standards where they cannot see.

Otherwise, why?

Alright, after taking care of the compound decoction, it's time to brush your head again.

Every day is full of tasks.

Let a sufficiently clear memory occupy the entire vestibule, gather, compress, condense into silk, and slowly withdraw it from the temple. The whole process cannot be disturbed at all.

After all, beginners are far from reaching the level of proficiency at hand. A little distraction, the memory silver thread may be broken and no longer complete, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

Therefore, we must be extremely careful, a little bit...

Bang bang bang bang! !

The door slammed like it was being smashed.

The silver thread that had just been pulled out halfway collapsed with a bang.

The fracture is like a hemp rope torn off by force, and the two strands hang separately from the tip of the wand and the temple.

The sudden rebound and throbbing humming reverberated in the brain, and the nerves in the brain were like elastic rubber bands twisted into one strand, which suddenly burst from the middle after being stretched.

A piece of memory that was not pulled out suddenly shattered into pieces like glass, twisted and spontaneously ignited, burning the inside of the skull with burning pain.

Qianqian clutched her head tightly, the tears that ran unconsciously overflowed the right eye socket with bursts of throbbing pain, and the national essence almost blurted out.

It's late at night, who doesn't want to live!

Dare to knock on the door like this, you can hear it like a light knock!

However, it must be something urgent, Qianqian wiped her tears with her sleeve, and looked at the door suspiciously.

As soon as the door opened, the scream that was so urgent that it almost burst into the sound of a dolphin pierced my ears.

"Teach, teach, teach——Professor, help! Ahhh!!"

A Draco rushed through the door and rushed towards the desk frantically.

Cici didn't care about her still aching head, and didn't have time to figure out the situation, so she quickly protected the Pensieve, and yelled with grievances in her eyes: "Don't come here, go away! Go away!"

It would be very troublesome if this pot of memory really made him spill it.

In the end, he was more than a hundred times more wronged than her, and his voice, which had not yet entered the stage of changing his voice, became even higher due to panic, "It's going to eat me! I'm going to be eaten! I'm only half of my ass left." !"

What reverberates in Qianqian's head now is not only the humming sound left by the broken memory, but also the "will be eaten, eaten" that echoed in the stone room over and over again.

There had never been such a commotion in the house.

Draco wailed more than stamped his feet in pain, with tears in his eyes, he held Snape tightly, but he refused to turn around to let people see how half of his ass was eaten off.

He turns, he turns too.

Sissy put down the Pensieve that was already safe, and lifted his coat with one hand. At first glance, the thing biting his butt looked like a piece of rotten wood stained with mud, "Hey, professor, it's a swamp digger."

The biggest evil of this thing is just killing the mandrake, and occasionally attacking the ankles of humans who invaded the habitat. The teeth are sharp, but the guy with little attack power actually hangs on his ass.

Swamp diggers can't jump very high, so it's hard to imagine what Draco was doing with his ass pointed at the swamp at night.

Tsk tsk tsk, seems to know something important.

Sissy's mouth slanted into a smile, "I can testify to it, Mr. Malfoy, your ass looks very complete at the moment, please relax, it's just an ordinary... eh?"

Words and laughter stopped abruptly.

How could the swamp digger's eyes be dark red?

Fearing that the air would suddenly be quiet, Draco's heart was lifted into the air by her hesitant words.

It's over, it's over, I can't keep my life.

Is there any help?Professor Snape must be able to save him, right?