The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy changed back into her school uniform and lay flat on her back on the cool ground.

Quietly watch the Big Dipper slowly climb up the heavy door from the bottom of the bookshelf, watch the free star favor the clothes of the same color as the night curtain, completely let go, and feel the accelerated flow of clarity in your mind.

"How do you feel about yourself? Your brain has grown back smoothly?"

A sudden wind at the door stirred the entire galaxy.

"It couldn't have been smoother. I never dreamed of receiving such a perfect birthday present. I love it so much."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched cryptically, and said indifferently, "I told you, there are no gifts, so don't be sentimental."

She was pulled up, and immediately the wand was stuffed into her right hand and the little book into her left.

"This is, my study plan for next school year? A lot of silent spell exercises." She turned the booklet to the end at a glance, and there was a neatly folded parchment on the last page.

"It's summer homework. Since reviewing is not necessary in your opinion, I think you can start now."

"It's still a special custom-made luxury homework spree, I'm very honored." She unfolded the four-fold paper, "One, two... sixteen papers on chamaejasma pharmacy—almost all of them are about the various poisons in aconitum. Two-way action unfolds, and, the Patronus Charm."

The flash of concern in her eyes was keenly captured, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem."

"Presumably you want to know the meaning of these two assignments. First, the Boggart who attacked you was infused with a small amount of dementor's magical ability in a strange way. They didn't throw the dementor in just because This kind of dark creature is difficult to control, but it doesn't mean that there will never be a way to control it.

Second, I personally think that there is no need for Wolfsbane Potion. As long as you don't mind that after the astronomy class in the next school year, you may get a "surprise" when you walk on the moonlight, you don't need to learn it. "

Snape crossed his elbows, looking like he really didn't want to teach this subject much.

"Remus Lupine?" Sissy raised her head and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore believes that some of the stupid theories that have sprouted recently may intensify in the future. He wants to do charity to bring Mr. Werewolf to school and create a decent job that is not necessary-to prevent him from living on the streets."

Snape narrowed his eyes, and continued in a lower voice, "Unfortunately, you may not be able to call him Professor Lupine for the time being, I remember you have a good impression of this special teacher whom you have never met. "

"Uh, that's just, um, so-so. I have a question about homework and the professor. There are a lot of practical exercises interspersed with theoretical studies. It is obviously impossible to finish them all before the final exam. Then I will Whether to stay in school, or do you have any other plans, I am afraid that I will not be able to practice legally after I go home."

"Don't worry about using the wand at all. Obedience to the law is probably a particularly rare quality in your ancestors. Shielding traces, ignoring the Department of Magical Communications to make Portkeys privately...

After you get to know more, you will definitely find out more. Laws always seem to be harsh on ordinary people and diverted for privileges. The world is always tilted, so some people climb up, and some people are afraid of falling down. Anyone can play hard. "

"Unscrupulous," Sissy was silent for a while, "I am very worried about my mother's safety. As a non-magic person, she frequently handles the economic affairs here, and the wave of people I attack will have many opportunities to be unfavorable to her.

A pistol can't defend yourself. If you hire bodyguards, I can't trust them-the protection bought with money can of course be easily bought by others with money, and turn against each other. "

"Well, you can choose to trust Professor Dumbledore in this matter, excluding the influence of your personal ties, he also plans to reach some kind of deal with them to improve the use level of most students' actual combat spells, so there is sufficient reasons to do everything in our power to ensure their long-term safety."

"This is good news."

"Yes, there is also good news for me. Next, you need to deliver something on time, every day."

"Every day?" Sissy blinked and understood, "Send it to the school hospital, no problem, I will ask about the daily recovery situation."

It's easy to understand, Harry must have been lying down, and when he closed his eyes, the complex look and feel suddenly became simpler - he turned into a little James with a lightning bolt on his forehead, even though this "James" didn't give anyone a belt insulting nickname.

But for people with delicate emotions, both love and hate are timeless and hard to let go.

The next month or so was full and busy—except for Harry who was still in a coma, everyone could not escape the claws of the golden week of the exam.

And when Harry woke up, he received the leather-covered photo album that Hagrid prepared for him, which was covered with photos of his parents. They smiled at him, waved to him, and hugged each other, as if their souls were just sucked into the photos. Never really left.

At the year-end banquet, Dumbledore successfully transferred smiles and surprises to every Gryffindor's face.

Ravenclaw's long table has a prominent stack of watermelon rinds.

"Eat melons! You know how to eat melons!"

The watermelon that Sissy had just raised to her mouth was brutally snatched away.

With her legs crossed, she watched the ribbons hanging above her head turn from green to red, and calmly picked up a larger piece from the gold-rimmed fruit plate where she had just added new melons.

Helen tried to snatch the melon again but failed, and angrily pressed the triangular melon flesh in her hand into her mouth.

"We have to figure out a way next semester. How can we make the ribbons next year blue. Even if we have it for a short time like Slytherin just now, our color doesn't even have the right to flash. I'm not reconciled."

Sissy wiped her mouth with her sleeve, since she knew that she would soon face a large number of portraits of her grandparents—— from now on, she would have to use a knife to eat small peas, eating two or three on a fork, and maintaining all kinds of cumbersome etiquette No sense of elegance.

Taking advantage of being left alone, she retaliated and began to let herself go, vowing to make the most of the last free time.

A watermelon seed was still sticking to the corner of his mouth, "If the impact factor of test scores can be greatly improved, we can monopolize the College Cup."

Helen had a bitter face, as if what she ate just now was not watermelon but bitter melon, "The scoring rules haven't changed much in hundreds of years. You can get some small points in class, but I found that when the two colleges combine classes , most professors will balance the chances of answering both sides, and no matter how active they are, they won’t be able to grab more.”

"There are only a few exceptions." She stared at Sissy sternly and looked at a whole piece of watermelon, "Do you think that Professor Snape seldom gave you points later on? Isn't he always satisfied with you? Performance? I did a rough calculation, and you probably won’t get as many points as me, which shouldn’t be the case.”

Sissy rubbed her stomach lazily, "Oh, this, it's because I know I'm not interested in college."