The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Hey, is it a new pet?" Hagrid patted the big dog that was still trembling in his arms to comfort him, and smiled lovingly at the little ferret that was tightly pulled on the cuff, "How shiny and smooth is the coat color?" , you can see that it has been carefully cared for.”

Grinning his teeth, Draco struggled to stretch out one front paw under the premise of ensuring that he would not fall, showing the sharp point covered by the fur and scratching forward fiercely.

scratch you!It won't die if you scratch it, but it will also leave traces.

Hagrid's big brass bell eyes stared at Draco's small eyes, and his beard was shaking up and down with joy, "This little guy is so cute! Eh? He's saying hello to me!"

Draco: ...

When the difference in size and strength is too great, hysterical demonstrations can easily be regarded as deliberately cute.

What's more, when Hagrid encountered an animal, his eyes were automatically covered with twelve layers of filters.

Snape stepped around the sidekick.

The one that Hagrid just kicked away was a moon moron, now he tied it up and dragged it to its feet. It was a very shy animal, but its eyes were red, and it was howling with smoke, which was very ugly.

The red in the eyes is deeply covered, like a thousand thin needles piercing into the blood vessels, making it violent and aggressive, biting whoever it sees.

Similar to Inferi controlled by wizards, manipulated through the summoning of black magic.

But black magic has no rules and regulations, and it is changeable and weird. The ghost corpse can only control the dead corpse, but this moon crazy beast has been manipulated while it is still alive.

Although it soon died trying to peel off the control medium that immediately opened its teeth and claws as soon as it was attacked.

The blood threads used to manipulate the body converged into drops and rushed out of the skull in an attempt to escape. The bright flames immediately caught and devoured it, and the dead branches under his feet were burned into ashes, emitting the smell of skunk exhaust.

Snape frowned slightly, and his eyes briefly stayed on the fading dots of sparks, "Where does the unicorn blood lead?"

"Here, it's over there, don't worry, I've already destroyed it, and now we just need to prevent those unclean things from getting out of the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid pouted his mouth hard towards the direction where the moonlight slanted into the forest, Shaking the bow and arrow on his back, the clusters of arrows collided in the barrel with a sound.

The one with the big arrow can penetrate the head of half a month's idiot.

"Lead the way, and one more thing, can I ask you again not to spread such things around? The students don't need to know too much, it's not good for them." Snape reminded reluctantly.

With the other hand, he dragged out the guy who kept trying to chrysalis into the inner pocket of his robe by his tail, and the glistening white light covered his little head, blocking Draco's senses.

Please stop talking nonsense, Hagrid?

Isn't this pure nonsense?

Let Hagrid keep it a secret, or let Potter learn Potions well, and for a while, he couldn't tell which was more outrageous.

One can only hope that the speed of his leaks will slow down a little after the reminder.

Hagrid's voice was loud and full of air, "Hey, I understand, my mouth is tight!"

Snape glanced at him expressionlessly, tossing his hair vigorously and striding forward.

Hagrid turned his head away in embarrassment and coughed twice, as if he wanted to turn his embarrassment and guilty conscience into substance and cough it out from his choked throat.

He has self-knowledge, and his loud voice is just to cheer himself up.

There is an innate gift for leaking secrets, more unintentional than intentional.

If the water pipe is broken, you can successfully reshape the iron pipe with your fingers to stop the water leakage. It is easy to block the water and difficult to plug the mouth.

But Merlin had welded several doors shut for Hagrid, and there had to be a window.

The end point guided by the silver-white bloodstains is already in a mess.

More than a dozen trees were all uprooted, and the main roots lifted off the wet moss covering the ground. The reptiles in the buried soil destroyed their old nests, grabbed some surviving stored grains and dragged their families to flee in all directions.

The soil moisture combined with the spring temperature made the rotten smell more sticky and thickened into a cloud of fog, which stayed in place for a long time.

……

When Quirrell confirmed with his own eyes that Hagrid witnessed the scene he had carefully arranged, he felt relieved and tiptoed away.

After being tested by the three-headed giant dog, he fully trusted Hagrid's ability to keep secrets, not to mention several children came, including the one the owner hated the most, which was an unexpected help.

Most of the full bag of blood beads had already been scattered and thrown into various parts of the Forbidden Forest, and two small droplets of different colors lay quietly in the remaining shallow layer at the bottom, presenting a concentrated and high-condensed dark red.

Quirrell covered his heart with his hands, his breathing was short and his steps were disordered, the forest was big enough, but his physical strength was already beyond his capacity.

Subconsciously, he wanted to lean against the tree behind him. He had already borrowed some strength from his back and was about to lean the back of his head against it.

He suddenly woke up drenched in cold sweat. He was wearing a black cloak without a hood tonight, and almost rubbed his master's face against the rough bark.

He didn't know at the moment what Hagrid had done with his arrangement.

Snape walked around the pile of half-burned tree trunks that lay in a mess and overlapped each other. There were still a few clumps of dirty animal fur on the ground, stuck together by the smelly soil, under the weak light Like an old grimy rag left next to a leaky toilet.

The destructive power of the half-giant cannot be ignored, and the scene is as bad as a kitchen garbage bag torn apart by a large group of crows.

He didn't realize what this inexplicable pile of rubbish was.

"Walk around, poke the tip into those, and then the big one in the middle." Hagrid put Fangs by his feet, pulling his hands left and right in the air.

Unclear, Restoration Charms don't work well when you don't know the original look at all.

Based on the fragmented information provided by Hagrid and the remaining traces, Snape re-erected the fallen trees and dug them into potholes of different depths on the ground one by one, roughly restoring a recognizable appearance.

Two, four,...

Thirteen trees, the crowns of these trees were cut off and stacked aside, the main pole was sharpened and burned to black, and the tips pierced through an animal carcass.

The limbs of the animal were boneless and twisted, twisted like a towel that was twisted tighter and tighter, and every drop of blood was squeezed out of the body, and the white flesh that lost blood released a rotten smell.

Strands of pale red blood flowed from the mouth, nose, or navel, gathered in the central tree that had been hollowed out, and penetrated deeply into the gaps in the bark of the ravines, as if it was the breath born from it. Roots concentrate and continuously deliver "nutrients" to the center.

The chains trap the bark that is about to split, and it moves automatically without wind, making a rattling sound in the stagnant air.

The blood droplets gathered silently like wax melting from the bark, reflecting a round of bloody full moon under the cold temperature of the moonlight, like an eyeball staring at the front and unwilling to rest in peace.