The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The terrain became rough, and the spherical alchemy room made of dark red marble was located on a high corner of the triangular inclined platform. Behind it was a dark grove, and a few steps forward was a steep cliff.

Standing on the edge of the land, the salty sea breeze blows the skirt, overlooking the indigo tide violently beating the protruding reef pinnacles, listening to the muffled sound from the dark cave, where almost all the turbulence gathers.

Behind the cliffs is a very different calm.The long coastline is shaped like a crescent moon, and the tidal waves gather all the tempers one after another, kissing the golden wet sand with infinite nostalgia.

Dudu had no time to look around, and when she saw the crimson color in the alchemy room, her heart began to feel strangely uncomfortable.

It was like being pierced by an iron hook, and to make matters worse, a lead pendant was hung, pulled down, and all kinds of pain stirred there.

She rubbed her left chest and decided to endure it, then took out the owl who had given up struggling from her backpack, fed him a few roasted small meat jerky hidden in a small pocket, and let him fly.

"Professor Dumbledore extracted memories from the mind of an elf who survived an accident, and he wants you to see it for yourself." Snape said, the cracks on the marble surface lit up in front of them, "agree or It's your freedom to refuse, you—you don't have to comply with all his demands."

The passage opened, and the aroma came out.

A magic candle decorated with several kinds of dried flowers and dried leaves burns alone on the candlestick, and the bright mist it releases lingers around, and the forget-me-not blue candle smoke permeates the utensils in the house with the scent of aromatherapy.

Pick up a stack of manuscript papers and sniff them closely. Their smell is very close to the candle itself, obviously not something that can be smoked out in a year or so.

"This time I want to follow Professor Dumbledore's arrangement. Things happened a long time ago. I should at least face history and remember the past."

Seema folded her hands, poked her head out from Sissy's skirt and asked, "Miss Ravenclaw, can you allow Dudu not to follow? She is very uncomfortable now, her parents used to work in the alchemy room. "

Seema looks older than Dodo, and the average life expectancy of elves is 200 years, which is not the same as that of humans.

She lowered her head and explained in a low voice, "At that time - Dudu was too young to open her eyes, she didn't see the terrible thing happened - but she could feel it - they were suddenly gone, gone, she kept crying Crying all the time, her eyes were swollen and she was going blind, so we asked the hostess to allow her to go to a place where it wouldn't bring up any more heartache."

Sissy hugged Dudu, her slender hands and feet were as cold as marble, "Well, of course, but let her choose."

"I'm going." Dudu said firmly in a voice almost sobbing.

Silvery memories are stored in a small crystal phial that hangs above a lapis lazuli-encrusted Pensieve.

There is a whole rack of such small bottles by the wall, with crisp yellow labels on the bottle body but not stained with dust, and inside are small ore samples or unknown gelatinous substances that have dried up.

Dudu knelt on the table, took a deep breath, pressed her big ears while closing her eyes tightly, and pressed her face into the pensive, she spun and fell at an accelerated rate in the dark crimson.

Sissy caught Toot in a spin, having experienced this kind of fall into the Pensieve many times.

After landing, they were still inside the crimson sphere building.

The sky blue fine vines twine with multi-colored branches to build a high platform, and the specially placed ores establish a precise and subtle connection with the complex alchemy array in the center.

The moon hung high, pouring light from the skylight in the dome, but was sifted by the foggy night sky.

"Sir, it will be one month later. Master Alfred's cough has not healed yet. His body has been far inferior to his twin brother since he was a child. He can't carry it. Sir, please, is it right for us to wait so long?" Because he will be better able to bear it when he grows up?"

Alfred was her uncle who died young.

The man stared at the sleeping child on the round stone engraved with obscure incantations, "We can't wait, Rhea, he has awakened his magic talent, and the results of the instrument test also show that the magic power in his body has become extremely active."

"My son would have been a very good wizard." He paused for a long time, and said to another elf, "Titan, go and help me stabilize the western crystal pillar, it will shake violently and fall out of position later."

"Please think about it again, sir, black root grass syrup has always been very effective, Ruiya will go and collect more, and only choose the kind with black to bright stems, the effect is the best, and it can definitely be suppressed Stay here." The elf continued to persuade.

There are several other elves busy in the scene, but the unexplainable blood ties make Dudu very sure that this is her mother.

She opened her eyes as wide as possible, tried to swallow back her tears, and curled herself up there, in a place where Ruiya would definitely be able to embrace her if she opened her arms at this time.

"If I can, I will definitely take your advice, Ruiya, do you know what will happen if you fill a pot that is about to rust and perforate and put water on the fire?"

The elf covered her face and said nothing. This analogy suits her way of understanding. The rusty pot is the frail Master Alfred, and the water filled with it is the magic power in his body. The finger of fire curses.

"The water is boiling. No matter how hard you blow it to cool it down, it won't help. We don't know how to extinguish the firewood, so we can only try to pour out the water in the pot. Can you understand now?"

The elf nodded sadly.

"Can you and Hai Bo help me fine-tune the arrangement of the alchemy array? You are much more sensitive to energy than I am. Although I can still see the energy field after being drawn away from the magic power, my ability to perceive them has already faded." Shrunk too much."

With the last few spars in place, the mist lightened slightly, the moonlight shone straight on the stone slab, and the beating light was drawn away from the stone, guided by the branches and vines to gather in the groove of the alchemy array under the moonlight, It began to flow to the inside, and vibrations of different degrees were buzzing from all directions.

The boy's emaciated body suddenly twitched violently, the forced magic power was sucked away by the slate, but a small amount escaped, unconsciously attacking all the objects it could touch.

Ruiya and Heber fully used the protective magic they would also use in the kitchen to safely eliminate the out-of-control magic power in a small area.

They cannot use very advanced magic, and naturally it is difficult to guard against the cunning of black magic.

Sensing the crisis, the cursed force quietly clings to the ground and protrudes a few colorless hair-like tentacles, easily penetrating through the protection of the elves without attracting their attention.

Sissy pulls Dudu back to her side.

The tentacle's goal is very clear. It crawled in the dark, bent its tip into a small hook, and connected with the same kind on another host, driving it to rebel together.