The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

In the picture, the elf went to make tea. Eugenie helped the old elf stabilize his body. The deepening darkness under their feet pushed them upward in a fluid that was unknown as a gas or a liquid.

"Miss Koenge became a close friend with the former owner when they were in school, and her insights often bring new inspiration." Deimos could not imagine her betrayal.

"Yes, they have a good relationship, but they also have differences. Laura Kornge often describes Muggle bodies as incomplete."

Deimos wrung his fingers, "Yes, yes, but their relationship is still very good. Miss Koenge is very pitiful, you can see how she withered like a scarecrow. She was killed by a person who looked like a man. A good-looking American man deceived her, and then accused her of plagiarizing the data after the results were stolen and published.”

"What miserable experiences she had had have nothing to do with my topic today."

"Yes - yes, Deimos must trust the little master's judgment. He should not have those wrong and stupid ideas." The elf whispered.

"I don't think you need to worry too much. It doesn't matter whether she was brainwashed and then turned against her, or whether she was coaxed and used, the result will be the same. What I'm most curious about is whether she is still alive now."

Eugenie looked directly into his eyes, "I can understand that your impression of her is stuck on her beautiful appearance decades ago, but time can change people. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Deimos was silently instilling in himself the idea that Miss Koenge was a bad guy, expelling the original idea, "No, no more." He answered, but he was obviously still stuck in the effort of fighting against himself.

"I took you in to see it, so that you can recall more clear memories when recreating the scene. I need them very much - whether it is the people and things in the past, or the usage methods and design principles of those alchemical instruments, I I believe you have seen a lot. But after all, it has been so long, and many of your memories are too vague."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Deimos failed to complete the task assigned by the little master. He must accept punishment."

"I have the final say on whether to punish you or not. You don't want to make your own decisions, right?" She slowly brushed the faint light above the Pensieve with the back of her hand. "Come and talk. I remember that there was a magician in the Osbot family. Minister, about 200 years ago, and they have kept a low profile since then.

I just saw my great-grandfather commenting on John Osbert and John Osbert Jr. and his son as capitalists with no conscience.You try to think about what bad things they have done, what they said, any loose words will do. "

"The bad things they—Osbot, Osbot—did—" Deimos clasped his head hard with his fingers, suppressing his blush, as if he was going to explode on the spot the next moment. , "They set fire, yes, set fire to a protected area, a small island called Misheno."

Eugenie helped him complete, "The Greek island of Mykonos is a resort, but there are also many highly dangerous magical animals."

"Ah, yes! It's Mignos Island, animals." Demos heard the key words, and the blocked memories slowly became smoother. "The former owner ordered two white Pegasus horses from the trainer there to prepare for the engagement. One of the gifts.”

"It's the Talisman Horse, and what next? You saw the fire scene."

"No, Deimos didn't go. When the previous owner came back, he told us that the fierce fire had been extinguished when he arrived."

Eugenie continued to guide, "It has been extinguished, so he must know which areas the fire has engulfed, and maybe he has heard about the cause of the fire."

He took advantage of the memory flashback to quickly describe, "Yes, it is said that the fire started at a whiskey warehouse on the edge of the forest. The magic fire breathed by the Chimera beast ignited the whiskey warehouse, and the ranger's Pegasus was frightened and its tail dipped. Into the flaming wine, the Pegasus running wild on fire..."

Eugenia nodded. The Chimera beast with a danger level of "The fire is spreading quickly, and there are dangerous Chimera beasts. The situation is really bad."

"Yes, it couldn't be worse. After hearing the news, everyone just wanted to run away and no one dared to put out the fire. But the demonic fire seemed to have eyes and turned in front of the wealthy residential area, specifically choosing the shacks of the common people to burn. It seemed There is no connection between fire and fire."

"What happened next? What is Osbot's connection with this matter?"

"Not long after the incident, Osbot purchased the scorched earth covered with ash and snake eggs at a low price. He cleared out the tents that the poor residents had just pitched on the ruins and established a Pegasus racing arena. The former owner said he was evil. It’s so clear!”

Eugenie sneered, "They are professionals in arson and robbery."

The elf nodded angrily.

Eugenie looked at the elf, "Look, you can remember more details. Let's do this. I will explain the situation to Ms. Helena, and the work of studying for her will be handed over to other elves later. You follow me to sort out the design. Manuscripts and Alchemical Instruments.”

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The sea breeze blew away the clouds in the distance, and the thin crescent moon followed the sun and sank into the dark hillside in the evening of the previous day.

Stars shine together in a clear, moonless night sky until the hour before dawn, when zodiacal light passes through interstellar dust and forms a silvery cone of light just before the sun rises.

The tide climbed very far on the beach, and a giant white paper airplane flew leisurely over the calm bay.

Eugenie wore a slippery, soft and puffy simulated jellyfish hat, half of her head was wrapped in a large translucent blue bubble, and the colorful jellyfish tentacles were longer than her hair, flying behind her head.

She sat cross-legged on the paper airplane, and as soon as she picked up the conch shell filled with vegetable juice, she sneezed without warning, almost spilling the juice.

"The temperature has cooled down today? No." She rubbed her nose and wrapped herself in a large plaid shawl decorated with feathers.

She raised the conch shell high, clinked the glass with the stars that were about to disappear in the sun, raised her neck and drank it, and the dry bread she had just eaten soaked in her stomach.

Then she circled in the air, patted the paper airplane and let it hover at a height where the waves would not hit it. She stretched out her wand from under her shawl, silently cast a cleaning spell on the shell, and then threw it until it was washed away by the sea water. on the beach.

The purple snail shell quickly switched sizes in front of a hermit crab lying on the sand. It was so frightened that it didn't even want a home, so it pulled out its buttocks from the beautiful shell it had worked so hard to find and ran away quickly.

While Eugenie was concentrating on trying to make the snail bigger at once, there was a sound from behind the shell, which was already as tall as a cabin.

Then the loud voice of the elf Triton came around the thick conch, "Stop, little master, your teacher is here!"

"Yeah?!" She recited a spell twice to shrink the annoying snail back to its normal size, jumped off the paper airplane, and ran forward two steps at a time on the thin tide.The waves chased her and carried her wet footprints back into the sea.