The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie didn't know what kind of idea the elf had.

Because according to the plan, only the early memories, especially the memories of the period when her great-grandfather was still alive, were the focus, and the Legilimency of these young and innocent elves was naturally put at the back.

So for the next seven days of the week, she had three meals a day. She couldn't bear to say it when she saw the elf being so excited about "asking for praise", so she could only silently accept her fate and ate 21 [-] pieces of strange-flavored toast in a row.

So much so that when she used the tip of her wand to pick up the silver thread of memory and put it into the pensieve, the phantom of toast with green light would occasionally flash before her eyes.

Deimos saw her rubbing her eyes several times and occasionally shaking her head and couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay, I'll be fine tomorrow." Dudu will be on duty again starting from tomorrow.

Thank God, I can’t live a day without eating five-color bread.

Deimos sat on a small mushroom-shaped wooden stool. After hesitating for a while, he suggested, "Old master, he seems to be in a bad mood today. Please pay more attention when you visit again tomorrow."

Eugenie pursed her lips and slowly and carefully pulled out another memory from his temple and deposited it in the basin, and then said, "I will, and I also know why she feels anxious."

The silver mirror-like liquid in the pensieve immediately revealed a high roof, which was the same color as the walls of the library. It could be reached by passing through the long corridor on the right that connected to the main hall.

Eugenie lowered her wand and said, "Ms. Helena talked about a crisis hundreds of years ago today. Due to some reasons, the population was also declining, and the crown was quickly deceived. At that time, not many people understood the love potion shortly after it was invented. This kind of potion. At first, they thought that the heir at that time was unfortunately a hopeless love brain who dared to send anything away, until the conspiracy was exposed. "

Eugenie continued, "So Ms. Helena asked an elf to get the scum's hair, and then tell it the method of cultivating special poison ivy. In this way, even if it is found out that this was a deliberate murder, the guilt... "

She felt sorry and said no more, and the blame would of course fall on the elf.

Law enforcement officials often tend to close cases in this way - quickly and securely, and there has never been an example of the case being reversed afterwards.This case will help improve their own data and make a small contribution to their steady promotion in the future.

"It's an honor." The elf interrupted her apology.

"It's not an honor." She denied, but she also knew that a denial could not change the elf's inherent concept at all.

"It is indeed necessary to be extra cautious when selecting people who can be fully trusted. It is normal for Ms. Helena to be worried. In fact, I am now suspecting, or should be said to be basically certain, that my great-grandfather's former best friend and his related to his death."

Deimos took a few steps back in shock, repeating in a low voice, "No, no, no..."

"I'm just saying that it's relevant." Eugenie stopped his flailing arms and raised the corners of her mouth in an arc that was definitely not a smile. "Think about it, my great-grandfather was so capable and talented, why did he do it when the family was prosperous and had a bright future? period, was suddenly and silently erased?"

"I don't know..." The elf shook his head sadly.

"Before that, he had clearly sensed that someone was eyeing his results and activated defensive spells early. These spells could not be completed in a short time. But he suddenly seriously misjudged the risks and hurriedly went alone. . His research is rigorous, but his work is reckless. Is it possible? Do you think it is reasonable?"

The elf's expression was embedded in his face like a clay mask, "The previous owner was definitely not reckless."

"I know, so there must be something that makes him lose his due judgment." Eugenie pulled the elf over who was trying to escape, put her face close to his ear and whispered softly, "Remember, he went out His demeanor is no different from when he goes to a bookstore. Do you think that if someone very close to him wants him to participate in a small meeting, will he feel that he needs to be wary? "

The elf recalled the image that flashed before his eyes when his memory was taken away, "Miss Kornge - you are doubting Miss Kornge, but she is - she can't -"

"She is a confidante, I have seen it all. Her research direction is the inheritance and evolution of magical abilities. Not only wizards, but also many magical creatures."

Eugenie pulled the elf to the pensieve. The liquid in the basin was rotating clockwise. "What a coincidence, the dark creatures that broke into Hogwarts and attacked me this year are very interesting - they have some dementor abilities." Boggart, have you heard of it? The magical abilities of these two things can actually be combined together."

The elf's eyes widened, "No, I haven't heard of it. It can't be done."

Eugenie just shook her head, "There are too many things that you think are impossible. Let's go and see your important memories."

She lit the pensieve with her wand, and the surface immediately turned back to a calm mirror. She lowered her head into it, dragging the elf along with her to soak in the ripples of memory.

The ceiling is too high and they fall through the void very quickly.

The rare bright sunshine was facing the ground to copy the twelve-pointed star on the colorful window. Unfortunately, the painting was crooked. One corner of the star extended to the side of the three-story wooden frame with a wide height. The shelf was lined with strange-shaped semi-finished products and unknown objects. name parts.

The table-wide drawings stand vertically like a screen in front of the work table opposite the window.

The door opened, and the elf led the woman in. Her clothes were brand new and elegant, but her haggard face was like expired bread, unreasonably packed in beautiful wrapping paper.

Upon hearing the sound, the man immediately stood up and faced the door, the pencil clenched in his restless hand.

"Laura, you have to leave Osbert and reject his invitation immediately." He said bluntly, skipping all the pleasantries and polite preparations.

Laura frowned unpleasantly, her bitter face looking like she had just been fished out of coffee grounds.

She took off her hat and handed it to the elf, tying her withered brown hair low, "Why do you want me to give up the job I just hired, Karl? The salary, benefits and environment are good. I have always dreamed of getting into that job." The most important thing is that their research direction is highly consistent with my original research direction, so my research can be reborn there."

Pain quickly crept up her face as she mentioned the original research.

Carl's nails scratched back and forth uncomfortably on the poor pencil, "Osbert is just using you and deceiving you to achieve his ulterior purposes."

"You're not even interested in hearing what they're working on. It's a great plan - if we get results one day, it will revolutionize the world."

"Put aside that great dream and listen to me, Laura. The problem is not the current direction of this research. Everything is that the funder is Osbert. You should know what kind of person his father is. He has no bottom line and A principled capitalist.”

"I know, but John is completely different from his father. He often felt conscience-stricken after inheriting assets, and he has been actively involved in various charities."