The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Fortunately, there are only a few agents whose effectiveness can be proven by repairing wounds.

Lucius's mood also improved.

The last time he came to school, Dumbledore exposed the diary conspiracy, and he lost his place as a servant because of the nosy Potter's stinky socks.

A house elf dared to attack him, and Dumbledore invited Dobby to stay and work at Hogwarts on the spot, leaving him unable to teach the little traitor who cheated on him.

I'm so angry.

This time I finally came across good news.

After testing the three potions, Lucius did not ask for other types of potions to be made.Just take a sample and verify it. He knew very well that Snape's requirements could never be lower than market expectations.

As long as he can obtain more wealth and blessings through this, even if Dumbledore finds out about him, or Arthur Weasley discovers problems during a surprise inspection, the Ministry of Magic will only turn a blind eye to his illegal behavior.

The money you need to spend to clear the relationship is nothing compared to what you are about to put into your pocket.

Most of the rest of the expenses, such as purchasing raw materials, employee wages, and leasing factory buildings, were funded by the Ravenclaw family, and of course the Bobin family also helped a lot.

There is no need to bother Malfoy with trivial matters. Please ask the Floo Network management team to establish a magical connection between the fireplaces in the employees’ homes and the new factory building’s fireplaces, making it easier for people who don’t like to use Apparition to commute to and from get off work; also contact the Owl Post Office to set up a new one nearby. Site…

In order to perfect every link as much as possible to avoid being rushed after the opening, Eugenie had a pile of letters to deal with every day during the last period before the summer vacation.

Snape had to set up an automatic cleaning spell on the passage at the door of the office, otherwise the frequent owls would make the place covered with things that should not be present in large numbers.

Eugenie had to write down tomorrow's to-do list at night to avoid omissions.

The semester quickly comes to an end with the alternation of study and chores day after day.

The last day of the semester also opened under the dazzling morning sun. Eugenie woke up on time and stood with one hand on her hips next to the calendar with a list on it while brushing her teeth as usual. She was surprised to find that one of the items had been crossed out.

Before she changed out of her dressing gown, she took off the paper with her slippers on and her toothbrush in her mouth and ran over to ask.

Snape was looking through the report card, and there was a stack of holiday notices in his hand. When he heard the sound, he turned his head to look at her and listened quietly to what she wanted to say.

Eugenie spoke incomprehensibly with foam in her mouth, but it didn't affect Snape's understanding.

"Yes, I don't need your Wolfsbane potion for next quarter," Snape said. "When I was sorting out the warehouse, I found the old inventory in the corner. Here, I put it on the shelf. You can find time to send it to Professor Lupin today. "

Where's the inventory?

It's just that Snape didn't want to admit that he got up in the dark at night and cooked it secretly.

"Hey, I didn't know there was still stock?" Eugenie said confusedly and vaguely. She thought she was quite familiar with the storage room - after all, the storage room was filled with things she had collected, and the original ones She had turned it over almost inside and out.

However, she could no longer hold the foam in her mouth, so she stopped thinking about it and ran back to the bathroom to quickly tidy up her appearance.

There will be no classes today and students will spend the day packing their bags and looking forward to the end-of-term banquet.

Although most people would only have one final grade due to Dumbledore's elimination of exams, many were nervous about it.

Eugenie also rarely started to worry:

How did Fred and George fare in their final exam? The unknown and highly variable results made her even less confident to write to Mrs. Weasley.

So after she finished writing several other replies, she went to her desk and asked with a bit of guilt that was not her own, "Professor, Fred and George's final grades——"

"That's enough," Snape said reluctantly. "Don't expect me to fish them out a second time."

Two report cards floated to her hand. Eugenie pursed her lips and picked them up to read. From the first failure to the subsequent ones, the overall fluctuation was slightly upward.

And the last time the disguised final exam results were framed in a separate box and called "Phase Test", they were indeed better than the previous ones.

Fred and George did take it a little seriously in their own way, borrowing some of Bernie's notes and copying them as review material.

However, sudden efforts in Potions class have little effect. In the end, the teacher still needs to be merciful and deduct less for more questions.

Of course Snape let them go against their will.

Eugenie slowly put down the Weasley twins' report card, "I - um - I will remind them."

Remind them not to drift.

Snape tucked the report cards back into the pile of fourth graders, "I think you should write in the letter: I hope the two of them will come to the store to help for free as friends."

After all, no matter how good their current results are, compared with Percy, Bill, and Charlie, Fred and George's results are disappointing.

"Yes, Professor, if it is just to help, Mrs. Weasley will be more likely to agree to let them out. I think I can give her some trial clothes as a small token of appreciation, and promise that Fred and George will be paid all in private."

"Okay," Snape pointed to the shelf, "After writing the letter and delivering the medicine, don't forget that you still have a few papers that need to be revised in person."

"I won't forget it." Eugenie felt that the professor had compressed her learning tasks more and more recently, like a math teacher who was always rushing to meet the schedule.

He wished he could materialize seven years of knowledge on all subjects, put it into a package with a traceless stretching spell, and stuff it all into her head.

Eugenie did not dare to delay and quickly wrote a letter to Mrs. Weasley. Since her owl had not returned yet, she took the wolfsbane potion and ran to the Owlery, and then to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

She knocked on the door, got a response, turned the doorknob and walked in. She was surprised to see Harry there.

Lupine was lighting the wardrobe with his wand, and the few clothes automatically folded neatly and flew into the old and warped suitcase.

Eugenie guessed that Harry didn't know his werewolf identity yet. They had been busy guessing what monster was locked in the Chamber of Secrets for the past six months. Maybe Hermione could guess Lupin's identity by reading the books for the next school year in advance, but she was worried about the teacher. The respect was not mentioned.

In Eugenie's opinion, Lupine looked good now.

Lupine smiled and said, "Thank you, put it on the table for me."

"Okay." Eugenie put down the potion bottle, which contained the most unpleasant potion she had ever tasted.

She turned around and left before Harry could ask any questions.

Harry was worried. He didn't know what the unlabeled potions were, and Lupine was often sick. "Are you sick?"

"No, Harry." Lupine smiled bitterly. He knew that Harry, like his father, would not mind his identity. Today, he happened to see the potion coming, so he simply locked the door and admitted, "I am a Werewolf.”