The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Very predictable, Dumbledore, when this place has just been raided, and the brainless Potter who worships you is about to embark on the road of being honorably injured every year under step-by-step induction and careful planning, but you start to worry about it." Those who are unscathed are concerned."

"As the headmaster, yes, my behavior may seem a little unreasonable. I can rest assured that the safety of the two of them is your responsibility. In this case, I will consider focusing on places that need more attention. For example, how to Take the method of entertaining and educating to enhance the abilities of more people." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"To ensure that when they suffer waves in the future, most people will not be unable to cast a full Iron Armor Charm. Also, I feel that you seem to be starting to care a little bit about Harry, rather than just keeping him alive?"

"Concerned about him? I thought April 4st had been a long time ago." Snape wrinkled his nose, as if there was a fly on it, which made him extremely sick.

"Perhaps, your awakened desire for protection has played a role. I am happy for your transformation. Although Harry does not meet your expectations-except for his looks, general personality, and every aspect. In fact, the child's talent is remarkable. Good character, too, but, unfortunately, perfectly avoids all the qualities you admire."

"Potter has talent? If you mean Quidditch, I'm not going to deny it, but you shouldn't want me to go to the arena to admire his heroism."

"Of course it's not just Quidditch. With a heavy filter, you only see what you have already recognized." Dumbledore looked at the books stacked on the table, "Mind if I take a look?"

Snape shook his head in silence.

"Complete Guide to Strange Bacterial Infection, Dose-Effect Relationship..." Dumbledore casually flipped through the top few books, "The difficulty of these books shows that your planning pressure is not small."

"Only for studying, the plan I gave is not like yours. In my opinion, if she is allowed to slack off her talents, it will be a serious dereliction of duty."

"Hey, look, there are very few students who write such small words and densely packed notes, just like the rolls you used back then."

"What's wrong, it doesn't look good?"

"No, no, the font is very cute." Dumbledore rubbed the slightly wrinkled pages with his index finger with a smile, and then said as if he suddenly remembered, "I need you to pay more attention, after she has read a memory .”

"What memory?"

"Taken from a house-elf, of the sudden accident with her grandfather and uncle. It was terrible, but I think she is now able to deal with it calmly. After knowing the facts, she will naturally understand why her father must not Not avoiding her, which is especially important with a child about to enter puberty."

"Now that you've got it all sorted out, what should I pay special attention to?"

"The hatred caused by this, as far as I know, Eugenie seems to inherit a certain kind of demarcation of the boundaries of different types of magic, perhaps inherited from her ancestors - a strong attitude of contempt and disdain."

"Knowledge has no distinction between good and evil. You probably want to express that."

"That's right. You need to be on your guard. When the thirst for knowledge no longer rests on theory, or suddenly acquires a clear practical goal, such as revenge, its nature may change in an instant."

"Understood, I'll see."

……

The ancient silver washbasin floated low, Dudu tiptoed onto the mattress, with the mist-like gleam gathered at his fingertips, he twisted the petals in his palm and mixed the lavender juice into the water.

A piece of soft white square towel was bleached in warm water, dyed with a faint light color, and twisted to half dry.

When she wiped it carefully, she saw a negligible bruise under the skin again, and her nose was still so red that she resisted the urge to twitch.

Not halfway through wiping, Qianxi, who hadn't turned over by herself for a long time, suddenly stretched her hands and feet, and just opened her eyes when she saw a pair of big eyes staring at her blankly with sparkling tears.

"Hello~" She stood upright and fell to the ground, giggling and rubbing Dudu's two big ears, "I'm so envious of your ears, they are round and smooth, just like moon shells!"

"Ah!!" Dudu screamed and covered his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I want to express that you are really cute. If you are willing to forgive my rashness, I hope to be your friend."

The freshly washed kerchief fell to the ground with a clatter.

"No! That's not right, you—you don't remember me? Dudu, I'm Dudu!" She grabbed Sissy's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

Sissy struggled to make out her outline while bouncing up and down, "You mean we knew each other before?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, it's over, it's over, what is it called, it seems to be called some kind of disease." Dudu spun around anxiously, his big ears whistling and blowing out the wind.

She clapped her hands suddenly, "Yes, sequelae!"

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly snapped her fingers, and disappeared like crackling firecrackers.

Sissy looked suspiciously at Dudu's figure submerged in a shaking vortex, imitating the same gesture and snapping her fingers, a blue spark appeared on her fingertips, nothing wonderful happened.

The jittering vortex was extremely unstable, and the ignition was cut off halfway, and Toot fell from the sky above the corridor, accelerating with gravity and kicking Crabbe's head impartially.

The dozing portrait next to it was awakened, the grumpy knight cursed in a heavily accented language in the frame, and books, large and small, were scattered all over the corridor.

Draco turned around when he heard the sound, and put his hands behind his back in displeasure, "What are you doing, Crabbe? You can't do this little thing well."

Gore yelled belatedly, "Young master, young master, look quickly, what is that!"

He hurriedly stretched out his fingers to identify them, but the books in his arms fell to the ground in a mess.

Draco looked around, feeling baffled, "What's there? I only see you two idiots."

"Yes, sir, a house-elf with a round face and round ears fell and hit Crabbe, and that's why he fell."

"Round face and round ears? Tell me honestly, do you have a poor family and have never seen a house-elf, pointy ones, only pointy ones understand?"

Gore was still gesticulating and trying to explain.

Draco sighed heavily, and shook his head again, "Forget it, you don't understand after I said it, pick it up carefully and don't break it, I got these because of my relationship, it's because people in the library can't make an appointment now They have nothing but envy."

"Master, I've always wanted to ask, so much, I find it difficult to move, don't you have any unreasonable things that you plan to read to death?"

"You don't care about my affairs." Draco raised his head high, trying his best to hide the trace of unwillingness and grievance.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shrugged, feeling that their young master had recently been under some confusion spell.