The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Draco's cheeks flushed with anxiety, "I really didn't say anything nonsense, it was taught like this in class."

"Oh—" Snape slowly raised his eyelids, and the resentment towards Defense Against the Dark Arts slowly piled up like an hourglass.

The air was silent for a moment, and the tiny sound of water began to disturb the eardrum clearly.

The sound gradually became dull, and after the fluorescent green liquid rotated counterclockwise four and a quarter times, it spewed out smoke ring-like steam, and the color changed from green to purple.

The temperature in the center dropped slowly to around 174 degrees Fahrenheit. Waiting at a constant temperature, a layer of transparent soft film slowly condensed on the surface. Quietly and carefully probed downwards until the bottom layer also assimilated into a snow-blue color.

The sulfur powder fell finely and slowly sank to the bottom. The shining mirror was silent for a moment, then suddenly flickered and flickered, and an increasingly pale flame began to ignite from the bottom.

Distorted and trembling silver spots flickered at high frequencies on the violently fluctuating surface, and the silver light suddenly surged, unstoppably bursting out of the small crucible, bursting into all directions, bursting into brilliance.

The brilliance like fiery trees and silver flowers is fleeting, and the blue-white light spots born from the beams are gathered into particles, suspended out of thin air, and then deftly captured and swallowed by the artificially raised glass-colored fluid.

After absorbing the completely transformed energy, the medicinal liquid returned to the crucible is colorful and silvery white, with concentric ripples of various colors rippling outward, rebounding when touching the wall, and the surface has a reflective texture of silk satin.

Draco rubbed his eyes vigorously, no matter how much he rubbed, there was an indelible black shadow in front of his eyes, "I think I'm going blind."

"Hey, it's so beautiful, right? Artistic balance and harmony." Sissy answered irrelevantly.

"Art?! Your aesthetic is really—special, please allow my fragile eyes to not appreciate it. It seems that someone is knocking on the door?"

When Sissy opened the door, she saw Ms. Pomfrey who was in a hurry.

"Poor child, everything is ready." Ms. Pomfrey simply patted Malfoy on the shoulder, and her eyes signaled the assistant to take care of him. "I would be very happy if you would come to help me, Eugenie."

Sissy hesitated for a while, nodded and agreed, "I'm more than happy."

While actually helping, you can also make statistics by the way.

"In the tower, many people like to sleep with the windows wide open in this weather, so our expectations cannot be too optimistic."

"There are also in the air?" Sissy squeezed her fingers unconsciously, and Helen's sleeping clothes were lifted up and her belly was turned upside down, recurring in her mind.

Ms Pomfrey said, "Exactly, the night is a real help - providing a natural nocturnal suit for stalking."

In the school hospital, the black curtain treated with the magnifying spell is extraordinarily rough and thick, hanging from the ceiling to the ground in layers, and the texture of the herringbone fabric is as clear as hemp rope.

Dim light guides all activities in the room, temporary hospital beds and basic supporting facilities are added, and new patients escorted by teachers, prefects and student union members are placed in place after simple triage.

Sunlight surrounded the windows, warming the black cloth that blocked it wonderingly.

Due to lack of time for management, a group of relatives and friends who were unwilling to leave gathered in twos and threes by the hospital bed, and the whispers superimposed on each other were as noisy as swarms of bees.

Helen moved her body and patted the quilt on which she had cast the Transfiguration Charm. The quilt was circled into a bird's nest shape, surrounding people in the center and was very soft, "Honey, you look like an old dilapidated sofa, almost messed up. Just come and lie down for a while, squeeze and squeeze to sleep completely."

"Hey, you still have to understand me," Sissy kicked off her shoes and lay down on her back, only her mouth was willing to move, "I can't bear it, I can't bear it at all, standing for hours on my legs It’s about to become a two-section waste.”

Helen pinched her shoulder, "I can probably understand now why you said you didn't want to be a medical warlock. I always thought that the grade threshold was the hardest. By the way, do you want to see my brilliant performance last night?"

"It's about how your wounds show up on your belly?"

"Of course! My successful experience cannot be replicated by others." Helen looked quite proud.

"Hmm, I'd like to hear more about it." He said something black mixed with dark red poked at his eyes, "Oh, Merlin's eye shit, what is this, a piece of bat cake?"

"You can also say that, after all, it is really flat enough. When I leave the hospital, I will frame it in a picture frame and hang it on the wall. What a commemorative significance! I don't believe anyone else can clamp it to death with the folds of the stomach."

"Clamped to death?! So it left some traces on you in the final struggle - an experience that cannot be copied, indeed, unique."

"Hehe, it's just scratches on the skin. I have a thick natural defense layer. Fortunately, I eat a lot and it comes in handy. I dare say I will be the first batch to be discharged from the hospital. The main reason is that I don't want to be here all day long." Too bad for that guy."

"Who is that guy?"

Helen pursed her lips and muttered obliquely forward, "Here, the popular Miss Ivy Margulis is showing off her little boyfriends and her beautiful shining silver hair non-stop. I have to Admitting that she does have looks and achievements worth showing off, but I don't like her at all."

"Well, it's probably because of her attitude towards people. It's normal for her self-centered look to be unpleasant."

"One more thing, I figured it out. Love at first sight is a lie. Men are just for sex. They say they value interesting souls, but their bodies are more honest than each other. When they see a good-looking skin, they can't leave. Move." Helen gritted her teeth angrily, "Except for my father, men are not good!"

"Well, your father must be very pleased, but there are a lot of people killed by this stick... I am thinking, if she really has Veela blood, those boys who are still ignorant of love may not be able to resist the charm."

"It's possible. How about I find an opportunity to secretly cut a piece of her hair. If I can detect a special magic power from it, it will prove that the guess is correct. It would be even better if I can add it to the compound soup."

Sissy looked at her puzzled, "I don't think Compound Potion can replicate the ability of a special bloodline, after all, you only provided one hair."

"Ability doesn't matter, I just want to flick that soft long hair in front of the mirror, and admire myself, so I don't need to attract those annoying ghosts."

"Right."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the outside sunlight cast a narrow and bright parallelogram beside the door.

Madam Pomfrey's face began to show disintegration, and the instruments in the metal medicine tray collided with each other and made dissatisfied noises, "Merlin's ruffled nightcap! Mr. Weasley, please tell me what's going on? I thought Everyone is already here."

Percy carried a group of wriggling black figures on his shoulders, and Penello ran on tiptoe, anxiously covering the black incomplete corners with his magic robe.

Just as Percy put the man down, he let out a heavy breath, with an ugly expression on his face, "Who would have thought that we found him in the rolled up curtains when we checked again."

"What's the matter, are you afraid that I will give you a dark green potion that is as bitter as bile, Mr. Longbottom? Make it clear, I will only configure that kind of thing for those guys who become frequent visitors to the infirmary because of mischief, so that they will grow up." Long memory, but why do you think that I will make it difficult for you." Madam Pomfrey babbled, and stepped forward at the same time.

When she lifted Penello's robe covering it, she exclaimed in distress.A lump the size of two fists protruded high on the oblique back of the neck, like a piece of blood-soaked cracked bread, and the bulging blood bubbles and sunken ulcers were close to each other.