The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

While Sissy was showing Professor Flitwick's Marauder's Map, Dudu quietly sneaked into the empty office, tried to blow up the clothes box left by Quirrell, randomly selected three pieces of lucky clothes, and appeared in the In the toilet where she hung up the "cleaning" sign in advance.

Dudu wrapped her clean tea towel tightly, and took out a rosemary leaf to block her nose.

"Steal! Scum! Bastard! Hogwarts doesn't have such a teacher! Do all the bad things! You deserve it!"

Restraining the volume of cursing, he cut the stinky clothes into pieces, stepped on two pieces with his feet and held one in his hand, and wiped them on the toilet.

Whatever color the cloth was originally, it is now an evenly applied tan.

The venting of anger was going well, and the snow-white owl kicked in the door and flew towards her with a note in its mouth.

Dudu wiped his hands and read the contents of the note, "Pack up and pack: clothes, stationery (the pen nib is stored in a small box separately)... Do not touch any medicinal materials and utensils, so there is no problem, Dudu will be here soon!"

When Sissy came back, there were almost bare walls in front of her eyes, and even the Erlenmeyer flask and the glass catheter were packed silently.If it wasn't for the fact that the pillow was still needed tonight, it would probably be stuffed in as well.

The only thing that needs to be done is to decide what to wear tomorrow.

When the time came to the next morning, in order to deal with emergencies, she set aside two hours in advance and began to dress up with the help of Dudu.

However, half an hour later:

Snape knocked on the door, opening a small crack to allow the voice to enter, "Are you up?".

"Ahhh!" Dudu screamed nervously, and the pin dropped to the ground, "Don't come in, it's time to wear it!"—the stringing of the petticoat has just been done.

"Oh."

The minute hand makes another quarter turn:

"Still dawdling, okay?"

"Hurry-up, hurry up." Dudu blushed with anxiety, this was the first time in his life that he was exposed to this kind of work, and he couldn't get up sooner.

"?" The voice paused for a while, "Why, are you putting shoes on the centipede?"

"The clothes are a bit complicated." Sissy raised her arms more and more heavily, "Come in, I've worn many layers."

Dudu took the arranged bead chain and hung it on the silk flower around his waist, adjusting the length of the pendant back and forth, his facial features were covered by thick tangles.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror condensed by the transformation spell reflects the whole dress, with a lapis lazuli blue background, plant patterns embroidered with two-color metal thread at the neckline, and a layer of fine sparkling tulle added to the front hem.

Cici lightly lifted the hem of the skirt, stepped back with one foot, bowed her head with a smile, and raised her head naturally, her sudden elegance was completely different from yesterday's image of showing off watermelons.

Snape saluted unexpectedly.

"How do you think I look now?" She should probably refrain from asking.

"It looks like you have been admitted to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. You will definitely be the most eye-catching one in the stage play. Do I need to congratulate you in advance?"

"No..." Even if you get used to this kind of conversation that can't say good things, you still can't avoid falling into a brief silence. "This is to cater to the preferences of the ancestors. I don't dare to neglect it for the first time."

According to the fragmented information she collected about Ms. Helena Ravenclaw during this month - the reply from her father whose communication speed was worrying, and the harvest of helping the Sorting Hat to regain its memories by wrapping around the Sorting Hat.

Based on intelligence and speculation, we can roughly figure out how the character and life trajectory of this lady have changed after she survived the knife.

The fate of becoming a ghost was completely deflected, and she realized her ambition with guilt - she was smarter and more famous than her great mother, and different from Rowena's scholarly demeanor, her pursuit was not limited to knowledge, but to wealth. And status-grabbing successes leave lasting influence.

But just because she herself made a mistake to her mother and is absolutely aware of the consequences, she will not allow the same type of mistakes of unfilial piety, unrighteousness, and excessive freedom in her younger generations.

Formal attire is a necessary part of showing etiquette and respect.

"What should I do with my hairstyle?" Dudu wrung his hands sadly.

For elves who grew up in the kitchen, this is not a problem that can be solved with hard work.

"Let's talk about it, now that it's done, Da Da should be a mess." Sissy picked up a few strands of twist that she tried to weave, curled her lips to untie them, and grabbed them back into a perfunctory ponytail.

It's a little easier to braid other people's hair, but it's more difficult to style yourself.

"So that's the end of the grind? Bring your packs and hold on to your owls and elves, as long as you don't want them to be thrown out midway."

Sissy executed it quickly, using the Flying Curse to take out a backpack without the Untraceable Stretching Curse, pressed the owl's stubborn head in, tightened the zipper, and hugged it on her chest.

The door key leading directly to the entrance is a sword-shaped mother-of-pearl letter opener with a sharp tip made of mother-of-pearl and a gilt-embossed iris flower handle.

Sophisticated and, at the same time, very compact.

"When it was made, it ignored the application scenarios that may be used by multiple people at the same time." Sissy stretched out her thumb to gesture on the top of the handle, and the hollow carving made the contact area between fingertips and it very limited.

"Obviously, it was originally intended for the convenience of one person only. The hand gesture when cutting the root of a daisy with a silver dagger."

The immediate portkeys must be touched at the same time, but there is no need to shout one, two, three stupidly now.

Just synchronize the grips as you did when correcting the movement.

The back of the navel was suddenly hooked forward, and her feet flew into the air. After a slight discomfort, she was covered by the black bat wing membrane. Belt, twisted into a ball.

Sissy was protected in the inner layer, as if she had gotten into a cocoon, dark and safe.

Once their feet were back on the ground, they landed on a circular rug.

This is a tall pointed house with a stone exterior wall and curved inverted V-shaped walls on both sides. The low wooden fence outside the house is full of blooming asters.

The sunlight passes through the sparse green vines and comes in from the ammonite-shaped spiral round window. The book dust in the room makes the light have a golden shape in the air.

Sissy put down her backpack and leaned against the window, concentrating on identifying the traces left by the Muggle Repelling Spell around the house to judge the scope of activities.

Dudu opened the zipper from the bag to breathe, and at the same time hugged the owl that wanted to run out and fly twice to prevent it from flapping its wings.

"Look at me," Snape snapped back the face she had been looking out, "some necessary information, don't try to deny it."

"Okay, Professor."

Their eyes met, and Qianqian trembled slightly with her back leaning against the slightly warm window, her eyes were suddenly filled with bewilderment.

Snape concentrated on it, "To open the entrance, you must find these seven items. Remember all the characteristics, corresponding page numbers, and stacking order. They may be hidden anywhere. Find them."

"Yes." Sissy replied dully.

The confusion in her eyes suddenly disappeared, and a close-up memory appeared in her mind, which were seven seemingly ordinary poetry collections and manuscripts.