The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Madam Pomfrey turned her wand, and several jars of medicine bottles quickly floated to her hand, and at the same time she ordered, "Keep an eye on his condition, besides taking it internally, prepare Molat rat juice to apply, and the sight will recover after the exudate decreases. Make plans for the next step.”

Sissy had to get up and squeeze into the crowd, and Neville was in such a bad state that there was almost no line between his neck and the back of his head.

"Hmm, it seems that this year's Gryffindor students are mixed."

A gentle and sweet voice chuckled and said something unpleasant.

Percy turned to stare at her indifferently and stiffly, "It's none of your business, please stay away from me if you can."

"Okay, okay, my pertinent evaluation hurt your heart, I'm so sorry." Gemma Farley put one hand on the back of the chair, and curled up the soft hair with the other hand.

Her natural smiling lips are always turned up naturally, "We cruelly left behind our lovely juniors in our academy and helped your girlfriend all night, I mistakenly thought that your attitude towards us would change! "

"Thank you for your assistance." Percy said dryly. "Well, about me and her—I don't know how you found out. I hope you will keep it a secret for me. I will be very grateful."

"Oh, dare to do it or not to act it. What does Krivat see in you? You are willing to maintain a secret relationship." Gemma moved to the side, as if avoiding a swamp full of fermented smell, her eyes seemed to be quietly paying attention. With Clearwater.

Percy's voice revealed embarrassment, "I am not unwilling to admit it, but as a prefect, you must take personal influence into account when shouldering responsibilities. Especially considering the coercive measures your headmaster has always taken on such matters-although the headmaster seems to be I hold a different view. Moreover, there has never been a clear prohibition of puppy love in the school rules."

The corners of Gemma's lips stopped rising obviously, "Ah, I understand what you mean - the prefect took the lead in deducting points for Gryffindor, and the amount is [-] and [-] caps, you would be so ashamed that you would rather be killed Yes or no?"

Percy lowered his head and coughed to cover up his embarrassment, "If you didn't come here specially to chat with me, Miss Farley, I think we'd better continue to find something meaningful to do, such as helping evacuate irrelevant personnel in the hospital."

Gemma stopped looking at him completely, "Oh, go by yourself, I'm not here for you."

Sissy kept some distance from them, dragged Crivat to inquire about the situation, and was about to return to rescue soldiers, when she was grabbed into her arms by an inexplicable force behind her.

"I'll take you home!" Gemma raised her eyebrows and grabbed her hand, saying in a crisp and cheerful tone that was completely different from just now.

"Uh, Sister Gemma, I can do it myself, of course I have the ability to deal with that, uh-ah--" Sissy's face was rubbed back and forth vigorously, and her cheeks quickly switched between round and flat , "I accept, I agree, it's only safe if senior sister is here!"

"Hmm, wouldn't it be better if this was the case earlier, let's go." Gemma smiled relaxedly, but the hand that was holding on to the wand didn't relax until the office door.

Sissy smiled and waved her hand, turned to close the door, and briefly reported the situation, "Professor, apart from the worrying situation of Mr. Longbottom, senior sister Penello told me that Harry and Ron are not in the dormitory. It seems that they may have not returned all night."

Snape snorted lightly, "The five people in their dormitory have a rich campus life that is unmatched by ordinary people. I sincerely hope that classmate Negan won't create a few more cases of burns at this juncture."

The seemingly dark silver decoction was scooped out of the crucible, but when it was put into a glass bottle, it revealed a bewitching conch purple.

"I'm worried, if the two of them suspect that the commotion is related to someone trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, will they have slipped in? But that's not what we expected. Do you think it's necessary to try to stop them?"

"Never mind, if they go, Professor Dumbledore will know about it before I do."

Sissy quickly yawned, her eyes clouded with tears, "You're right, then I'll go and rest."

"Okay." Snape frowned thoughtfully, paced out and back again and again.

In the end, a viper was added to the stone lintel, with a flat and wide snake head that spit out high, and a huge poisonous gland contained in the triangular area.

The wrist-thick snake body is coiled around the protruding door frame, and the dark matte scales rasp each other.

The class of the day was temporarily canceled, and the rhythmic sporadic footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell.

Some teachers gathered in the school hospital to appease some worried parents, and the rest were responsible for continuing the carpet search inside and outside the castle.

The pipes buried in the wall made muffled noises from time to time, but the part that could be transmitted to the outside world was barely ignored.

The shapeless gray-black gluey liquid twisted and folded like life, stretched and wriggled along the thick and thin dark pipe walls, crawled through the complex and intertwined water pipes, and was flushed out of a marble toilet.

The water accumulated in the box was squeezed and splashed, and the water stains immediately solidified into a thin layer of ice.

The colloid rolled down on the ice surface, cracked the ice surface, and was smashed into radial cracks.

But the sound insulation effect of the spell on the door is excellent, completely isolating these abnormal noises.

There was only the sound of even breathing in another door a few steps away, and one or two viscous bubbles were lazily "popped" from the small crucible at the foot of the bed.

The bed curtain was half covered, and the curly chestnut hair was messily covering the sleeping face. The owl was restless and sleepy all night, and was finally able to snuggle up beside the pillow.

Everything in the quiet rest was unaware of the uninvited guests sneaking close to the ground outside the door, until the flames were extinguished, the liquid medicine froze into thin ice, and the chill multiplied and spread. He was blown to the wall by a blow, and his head buzzed from the fall.

Before he could regain his balance, he staggered and fled, feathers falling and flying in the hasty flapping of his wings.

And the cold and sticky feeling is gradually penetrating into the nightdress, slipping past the flesh, the cold air makes the hairs stand on end, and the rancid smell rushed into the nasal cavity, entered the lungs, and pierced the bone marrow. Sissy should have woken up immediately, but instead The sudden drop in body temperature dragged him back to a lethargic slumber.

But the ensuing fear didn't seem to have been discussed with the cold in advance. It instigated the curse of silence to turn into a handleless sharp blade according to its own ideas, randomly choosing directions to try to rush out of the body, and destroying everything in its path.

So the blade scraped across the radius, cut open the aponeurosis roughly and rampaged, and the intense pain forced her to wake up from the coma.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the stress response formed in her mind quickly closed her mind, imprisoning all negative emotions, except for the weird nameless fear, which was still pervasive and re-accumulated.

The cold and rancid jelly was hanging on her neck, trying to see through the other person's heart to find out the concrete fear while spreading the fear. To add insult to injury, one blow would surely win, but the sudden closure of thinking made it confused.

Sissy seized the flaw of its stupefaction, and its spiritual potential crazily aroused its magic power to skyrocket in danger, without following the guidance of any spells, and a deep blue light gushed out from the only palm of its right hand that was not infected by the curse, no matter what kind of darkness the enemy was The creature, which is simple and rough, wins by quantity, forcibly peeled off and slapped it to the ground.