The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Next, I need you to recall all the details before the accident, starting from my great-grandfather, everything you heard and saw, to make your memory clearer."

The elf nodded, "Then we will tell you the whole story."

She shook her head, "No, have you seen what Professor Dumbledore did to the Titans? I'll extract a little something, and come to me one by one when you're ready."

After simply arranging other trivial tasks, two elves were helping her comb her hair. They were discussing in whispers whether the decoration should be a mini crystal ball or a silver feather.

Snape silently turned his back on the paper, scratched and added a few additional items, put them in the homework book, handed it to her without any explanation, and said, "Happy holiday."

It was as if he had just done something really enjoyable.

Sissy is numb to the routine operation of receiving additional work.

She raised her hand to signal the elf to pause, "Do you have to go?"

The Chocolate Frog Card vibrated desperately in Snape's pocket.

"Hmm." Snape pressed it tightly, his fingertips almost numb from the shock.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore took a sip of lemon sherbet, teased Fawkes with a dragon blood sugar, and tapped the unresponsive chocolate frog from time to time with the tap dance rhythm demonstrated by Flitwick in the final test.

The picture seems to be completely lost.

It might be that there were multiple ancient shielding spells at both Hogwarts and Anglesey, which would hinder the delivery of the message, he guessed, and knocked harder.

The chocolate frog's head was dented, but it didn't dare to run away.

Under the effect of vigorous knocking, the picture that Snape was pinching suddenly started to go crazy, its surface was red and hot, as if it was about to be destroyed, and the clothes that had managed to escape from Hermione's hands faced disaster again.

Even though he had asked for leave, he was still desperately urging him, and he had to get a picture of a snack that he couldn't get out of, a shameful one, and a first-grade child might think it was childish. That thing was buzzing like an old bee. , torture people.

He suppressed the irritability of being urged, quietly controlled the picture with a spell, and was about to leave a few more instructions.

Two months was not too long or too short, whether it was academics or the thought that had just changed due to the memories Dumbledore got, there were many things that were difficult to reassure.

Sissy stood in front of her, showing hesitation, and also thinking about something.

Finally she took a small tentative step, and then took two small steps forward quickly.

She arbitrarily decided on a light and short parting hug. According to common etiquette, it could be a little longer without loss of proportion, but for very few people, it seems to have gone far beyond the limit, causing some kind of invisible bondage.

The miniature crystal ball held by the elf fell to the grass and rolled around.

A curious elf approached and poked Snape's calf with his pointed fingers. It was as hard as ice carved into a human shape, as if it had indeed been petrified.

No sound and no staff?A powerful petrification spell?Wow!

But why?There was great confusion in their big eyes.

The free and cool sea breeze blows down the white meadow, and the ups and downs prove the passage of time, and only a few stand still.

Sissy handed over the portable food that Dudu spent a lot of time preparing, "Professor, I know my worry is unnecessary, but in case, it's just the worst assumption, Professor Dumbledore thinks he got some information If you can make sufficient preparations in advance to find that ring, only you can stop him. Please be safe and sound."

The kind of scripts that think they have replaced the gears of fate, but don't want to speed up the fulfillment are often staged, and she absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

The resurrection stone's effect on both of them is super doubled, untouchable.

You must be on guard, press it out!strangle!Completely destroy any guide that may repeat the tragedy!

"Well, I promise, I know what you're planning." Snape agreed, gradually recovering from his stiffness.

Save the most difficult horcruxes for the last, and then invite people. There is no need to consider keeping secrets at the last moment. Gathering everyone who can shout together to deal with it may be regarded as an act similar to chopping pudding with a sickle.

Not necessary, but abandoning individual heroism wins with a high safety factor.

Sissy relaxed after receiving the assurance, and then gently tugged Snape's sleeve.

"Professor, I have a small request." Yes, she is a pushy person. "Would you consider checking in on your progress once in a while? If I'm being honest, it's that I'm going to miss you, so look forward to it."

Probably the kind of ordinary miss, because some insignificant habits have become an integral part of life, such as preparing an extra knife and fork when eating, and sudden changes will be very uncomfortable.

"Try." The decision was up to Dumbledore.

So Sissy quickly removed the entire row of buttons on the cuffs violently.

"Definitely, can you? Definitely."

"Safe Journey"

After the farewell, the group of elves were still around her, their twinkling eyes seemed to have something to say.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Miss, did you just cast spells without a staff?"

"Did I cast a spell? No."

The little elves looked at each other, and conveyed affirmation to each other under Sissy's puzzled eyes, "We all saw it, very clever."

"Tell me when did you guys see spells cast without a stick?" She didn't even know it herself, how could she be so clever, it's so strange.

"You took advantage of the brief contact during the hug, and must have cast an effective petrification spell on your teacher."

"I poked it lightly, it was very stiff, it's true!" Even an elf came forward to testify.

Sissy: "..."

Suddenly, I really want to ask if they only have a piece of Achnatherum splendens grassland in their heads, where no cattle or sheep can be seen.

"What made you think that I would suddenly attack my teacher?"

The elf shook his head like a rattle.

Although they didn't understand and were greatly shocked, there must be a reason for the young lady to do so.

Sissy was speechless and saw that the doubts in their eyes didn't decrease but increased, "So, I didn't, it was just an ordinary hug. You should know that many human beings will do this when parting."

"Know! We have learned."

"It's a safe move that won't lead to petrification."

"So, is there a possibility that the petrification you thought was just a manifestation of nervousness?"

The elf nodded, then shook his head quickly.

Sissy sighed softly.

"Let me ask you, if a person has encountered very few good things since he came to this world. How much sweetness does he need to fill his bitter heart?"

The elf replied firmly, "It should be a lot."

"No," she kneaded her two fingers, and pinched off the slender tip of the white feather grass, admiring its tiny silvery white luster, "a little bit is enough."