The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie knelt down and picked up a handful of dusty powder from her side with her right hand. She wanted to verify her guess.

Just as the magic power oozed out of her palm, the powder woke up and trembled slightly in her hands. The small ones seemed to have a highly compressed sponge, and they cheered and sucked up all the power.

Sure enough, these powders that do not belong to the items in the painting are the product of exhaustion of magic power.

The powders belched and wiped their mouths, polished their slumped appearance to reveal a crystal-clear appearance, then stepped on her hand and jumped up lightly, pulling me and sticking to you amidst the clicking sounds, gathering into sharp-edged ice crystals.

The ice crystals lift off weightless and fill the junction between the upper and lower layers of the huge hourglass.

Some spells expire after the caster's death, while others last nearly forever.

But as a large spell that does not sink into silence—used to provide a medium for the connection between the portrait and the real world—it consumes energy every moment.

So decades passed, and the ice crystals used for storage shattered one by one.

Objects in the painting that glow slightly can interact with reality, and there are very few ice crystals above the "hourglass", so only a small number of objects in the room are now covered by light.

The established rules provided by the spell are still intact, and the addition of new mana can restore it, and there is no need to add new spells to fix it.

"Let me restore it for you." Eugenie took off the decorative white gloves, and the light streamed over her fingertips.

Helena nodded and said, "Don't force it, just do what you can."

The ice crystal space has been consumed for too long and is almost exhausted. It is enough for the child to have this kind of heart, and it will definitely not make up much in a short time...

Helena looked at her, ah~ the overflowing love has nowhere to release~

But no, rationality prompted her to still decorate her appearance with majesty, she must not spoil the only child in this generation, hold back.

Eugenie closed her eyes and took a deep breath with concentration. When she opened her eyes again, she turned her palms, and the blue light poured down immediately.

The infiltrated ash powder changed rapidly, and the gray layers retreated, and the crystal clear occupied the main field on the ground, and then they jumped up against gravity.

In the scramble, the ice crystal dragged the ice crystal's leg, another ice crystal stepped on the other ice crystal's head, and then they shook hands and made peace after reaching the center of the hourglass, and jointly pushed the old goods that had been piled there upward.

The crispness of different ice crystals squeezing and colliding with each other is like hundreds of wind chimes being blown by the wind at the same time, and the sound waves vibrate and echo everywhere between the smooth walls.

This is a harmonic sonata of hundreds of voices.

Eugenie moved away, and the last few ice crystals under her feet rushed straight into the sky.

Helena was staring at her, staring at her seriously.

Why?It's different from what I imagined.Eyes, magic ability, or behavior and conversation are also the same. A child who has been meticulously protected since childhood and awakened to magic lately should have needed more time to get out of the state of being too simple and lacking in strength.

She has seen how many children grow up, and she seldom infers wrongly.

It seems to have been misjudged... In this case, what the child asked for just now, the matter of obtaining complete authority, may really be reconsidered.

She bent down and took her hand, and sat face to face with her at the low table where refreshments were placed. Now all the furniture in the room was shrouded in a faint light.

She picked up the same luminous copper bell and shook it lightly. The bell made a melodious sound, and the little elf waiting outside the door immediately came in with her head bowed.

"What snack do you like to eat?" Helena smiled, and the seriousness on her face was somewhat forgotten by her.

It's not tea time, but for portraits in a closed environment feel free to do whatever you want.

Eugenie took off the other glove and tucked them flat on her thigh, "Can I have a lemon tart too?"

"Go get ready." Helena told the elf.

She looked at Eugenie with interest and asked, "What about my portrait?"

"It's so ingenious, I never thought that the portrait could look like a real person."

"A real person? I didn't look like this when I was alive. They beautified my image a lot." Helena raised her fingers and looked at her creamy and delicate skin.

She continued, "I only left one—do you understand? The portraits of my time are very abstract in the eyes of later generations. image will remain forever.

They give up everything, thinking and wisdom are eternal, and they have to leave something valuable when they walk through this world—even if my portrait is a toad or a crow, I will communicate with it and express my thoughts. survive. "

Eugenie said heartily, "Your decision is wise."

The elf served black tea.

After adding milk and sugar, do not stir in circles, but only move the teaspoon back and forth in the cup, while avoiding the jingling sound of colliding with the cup wall.

Mix tea and milk gradually in the cup.Helena put down the teaspoon, and gracefully picked up the teacup with three fingers, "You will see that many ancient wizard families have a common problem - they are keen to dig out things that are out of date from gem-studded boxes to show off to others. , they pass on ancient objects as treasures to their posterity, and call them—proofs of nobility and glory, as if they would be as immortal as their 'treasures'."

Helena tried to drive important ideas into her.

Eugenie nodded in agreement, "If there are only conservatives, Decay will happily embrace them."

Helena raised her chin and looked at other places with contempt, "Yes, if they are a little smart, they should be ashamed of being tortured by their own incompetence and ignorance. We are different, every family member has an obligation to stay Contribute, and step on the existing ladder to continue to build stones and bricks for it, otherwise, this tree will no longer have his name on it.”

She put down the teacup, looked into Eugenie's eyes and said, "There is one more thing you should know."

"I am listening carefully to your instruction, ma'am."

"This place is different from the college—although we are scholars, we still pursue wealth, honor, and status. Why do you think these things are valued by the world?"

Eugenie replied, "In order to make them serve the process of plundering knowledge, we will have more free time for thinking, and it will be easier to obtain the qualifications to contact the most cutting-edge knowledge base."

Helena nodded with a smile.

Eugenie continued along the topic, "I think our family's existing knowledge base is also very abundant, but my harvest in Gringotts is a bit unsatisfactory. The gold coins are piled up several people high, and the bookshelves are sparse. The protection spell was drained of magic power and almost returned empty-handed."

Thinking about it, there is still a little grievance.

"Carl, it's him. If I'm not mistaken, this matter must have been done by your great-grandfather. Our family has cooperated with the goblins for a long time. After they opened Gringotts, we stored things there to reassure them. After all, it was not me. Race, trust can only be maintained by valuables. I have never heard of anything that draws magic power in the vault, and the bookshelf should not be empty—unless it was done before Carl disappeared, he must have a premonition that something will happen."