The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Dumbledore can make a name for himself, even if he gets a few more points from the dead roll, he wants to add it back with the Almighty, which is even more unreasonable than a certain professor's point deduction, and it is better to be bad.

Of course, this kind of extra points is just one of the ways to fight blood, and Harry always pays for it.

Helen didn't know the "shady scene" in it, so she held Sissy's arm very affectionately, "Dear baby Sissy, can you be more interested next time, just a penny, that's what you deserve. It's not an unreasonable request, it's not shameful to fight for it, okay?"

"No, I only care about the test scores, and the college scores are illusory things." Sissy shook her head, and the watermelon water in her stomach swayed loudly.

"You've changed, Sissy," Helen snorted and pulled away the arm holding her arm decisively, "You've changed. The smart and cute British roommate who was proud of the college is gone. Your past honor What about feelings? I sometimes fantasize that you're just under the Confusion Charm instead of really having a change of heart."

Sissy supported her waist confidently, pushed her watermelon belly forward, and poked the tip of her nose, "It is enough for the academy to be proud of me, really, and besides, I am obviously the one who should not be suspected in the entire academy." .If I don’t change my name or change my surname, it’s almost like having my surname engraved on my face. Doesn’t that mean I’m loyal to the academy?”

"Huh? I can still agree with the first sentence, but the rest are all fallacies. When did our Hogwarts be sorted by surname? Forget it, I still have something to ask you, I almost forgot, give me your address , I want to find some interesting things for you when you go on a trip."

"Well, I'm afraid not, I can't reveal the address, it's protected by spells, including some shielding charms to stop owls from finding me. Can you keep it for me until school starts? I'm very much looking forward to your hand-picked present."

"Okay, I really can't do anything about you, I guessed this kind of result. I envy you for having a golden crucible, but I don't want your background at all. Your health is not good, and you will be forced to give up reviewing before the exam. It's a pity that you can try to challenge for full marks in all subjects when you rush to deal with housework in time!"

Sissy didn't mention what she was doing, and Helen also wisely didn't ask, she just listened with her ears and believed what she said.

Their transcripts are sent out earlier than other colleges, but usually no one is content with a bunch of "o's" on their transcripts.In the past few days, Professor Flitwick's originally spacious office has been crowded with more people than books, just to compare the specific scores.

The mental state of Ravenclaw students per capita after the exam tends to go crazy-the popularity of Manticore Dance has skyrocketed, most of which are harmed by the internal comparison of grades without any sense of boundaries.

"No, flying class is still impossible." Sissy said honestly, only this class has been approved with a low threshold, and no matter how poorly she learns, she will not be criticized. "May I be curious about where you go to play?"

Helen was a little regretful, "Egypt. I would rather go to Russia. I heard that Kodos Torrez students ride the whole tree when they play Quidditch. You should be able to visit some small local competitions during the summer vacation." .”

"The scene of riding a tree and playing Quidditch must be very explosive. You made me want to go and see it. But the Muggle regime over there has not been disintegrated for a long time, and the situation has not stabilized. It is not safe. The entry application probably It will be even stricter."

"Yes, my mother advises me to give up this not-so-smart idea for the time being, and wait until the situation improves in a few years before going." Helen's eyes lingered on Sissy's cuff several times, and finally couldn't help but clean it up. The watermelon juice on top.

The cheers and the collision of cups and plates at the banquet were a little sparse, so you don't have to speak so loudly, "Phillips told me that international students usually take the train to London first, and there is no special pick-up this time. Are you going to leave with us tomorrow?" Helen asked.

"No, I will leave alone tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I have to say happy holidays to each other in advance."

Helen seemed to be under a temporary holding spell, and then suddenly rushed forward to give a bear hug, Sissy's chin was hugged firmly on her shoulder.

"I will miss you!" She tightened her arms around Sissy's waist more vigorously.

"I will too, I wish you a good time." Sissy replied with difficulty, because her stomach was like a water-filled balloon, being squeezed infinitely close to the critical point.

After the banquet ended, Sissy pursed her lips and glanced at the to-do list/carry item list listed in her free time. There were still long bunches of grapes on it that were not checked, and she went back to her den with her stomach in her arms.

But within 10 minutes, she grabbed the stack of parchment and slipped out again——

Snape grabbed her wrist.

"I think you'd better count how many things you need to pack before deciding what to do now." He had a fairly clear and correct understanding of Sissy's habit of hoarding items.

The new experimental equipment that is continuously mail-ordered in batches, and every crucible and mortar that has been wiped tacitly for every wear and tear-but any new one needs to go through a period of adaptation again, so the old and new have to bring it.

If she wasn't a wizard, she'd need an accompanying truck every time she left school and reported.

Snape was actually thinking that Dumbledore's urging might limit the time he had to perfect the defenses around the house, and he didn't want to allow any potential danger to happen.

But he is not used to explaining the reason. He is obviously worried, but what he said was only a threat, "If you can't ensure that you will leave on time tomorrow and cause me to wait in vain, don't think that your rudeness and negligence will not lead to serious consequences."

"I promise that I will never postpone the arrangement until tomorrow," Sissy shook the parchment in her hand, "The Marauder's Map, Fred and George just handed it over to me today, we agreed in advance."

Snape glared at the stack of torn papers in disgust.

It seems that the old paper was soaked in the whale intestinal corpse that exploded after being exposed to the scorching sun. "Did you get this thing here? Keep it away and wash your hands after use."

Sissy quickly put away the paper, "I will. I'm planning to give it to Professor Flitwick for study, and I also want to apply for a student file."

"Your own academy? Whose?"

"Ivy Margulis. What's your impression of her?" Sissy once again had the idea of ​​pulling out a hair of her hair to see if she had Veela blood.

"Calculation skills and logical thinking - the weak points of many wizards, what she did is not too stupid." Snape raised his eyebrows, his eyes locked on her eyes, "but it's far from your abnormal level .”

"Don't compare me, I'm just an accident. At first I thought it was normal for the school to have thousands of students, many of whom I didn't know, but her performance was a bit too outstanding—whether it was academic achievement comparable to Min, or the degree of popularity with the opposite sex, are somewhat unusual."

"Then, what I can tell you is that the amount of information in student files is limited. You'd better convince Professor Flitwick to arrange a home visit. Summer visits to some students under your jurisdiction are in compliance with regulations."