The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy knew it in her heart, but she still asked with a smile: "Is it Ron, Harry was praised?"

"It's more than praise!" Ron swallowed hard, the excitement in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

Harry gave Ron a light kick under the table, wishing Ron would stop talking.

"Oh, it's okay, it's a good thing. Harry is the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts for a hundred years!"

Ron ignored Harry's stop. He dreamed that he could become a Quidditch player-preferably captain, and then lead the team to win the final trophy.

I really don't understand that Harry has been admitted as a Seeker, which is a key position to win the game. Why is he not excited at all?

As far as Harry was concerned, he didn't even know he was a wizard two weeks ago, so he couldn't be nervous when he was suddenly pulled into such an important position.

Hagrid stroked his beard, laughed and said, "Ron is right, I have already heard about it, Harry, you are really good!"

Sissy followed suit: "That's right, I've heard from Professor McGonagall that when you dive at high speed from a height of fifty feet and are less than a foot away from the ground, you jump off the broom down, landed firmly on the grass, and caught the memory ball at the same time."

Sissy's memory of this description is very clear, and it has been circulated among students, but no one has ever given a version that is as specific as what she said, as if she saw it with her own eyes.

Harry was also stunned, scratching his rebellious and disheveled hair, and replied uncertainly: "It shouldn't be that exaggerated, I just tried my best to control the broom and wanted to get back the memory ball."

Ron slapped his thigh and said loudly: "That's right, Harry, it's your first time flying, and you can control it so well, almost instinctively, you were born for the sport of Quidditch."

"How can anyone be born for Quidditch, Ron?" Harry couldn't believe it, Ron's words sounded too exaggerated to him.

"Ron is right. I saw your father James Potter's name in the school's trophy showroom. He is an outstanding chaser and once won trophies for the academy." Sissy said agree.

She did find time to go there before school started, and every trophy was hard won, but Hogwarts has a long history and there are countless trophies and medals in it, and it took her a long time to find the name.

Even, in the process of searching, she also noticed that Tom Riddle was engraved in several places. The school will not erase the past of individual students because of later events.

The trophy is just a record in history, and the honor belongs only to the moment when it was just obtained. No one can laugh at the glory of the past for a lifetime.If there is, then he will eventually become a loser who is nostalgic for the past.

The original intention of the school to set up the showroom is exactly the same. We hope that the students will get their goals and pursue them bravely. However, the honors they have won will be permanently sealed in this room and cannot be taken out.

Ron spread his hands, shrugged easily and said, "Look, Sissy said that too."

Sissy was holding her chin, watching Harry and Ron carefully.Ron gave her the feeling that compared to the image in memory, she seemed to be more carefree, saying what she said, and not hiding it at all.

But Ron was also able to cleverly prevent Harry from trying to refute Snape's unwise move, and his mastery of wizard chess also showed his excellent control over the overall situation.

"It's still too young and too innocent. When he fades away from the greenness of a newborn calf, he will be even more outstanding."

Sissy thought so, otherwise Hermione wouldn't be dizzy, like in the movie, dragging two useless men all the way through the whole plot, and finally fell in love with one of them, which is obviously unreasonable.

During the conversation, Sissy learned that Harry had to go to Wood's for training in the afternoon, and she immediately expressed that she wanted to follow him.

Presumably Senior Wood would not mind, there is a Ravenclaw student watching, if it is a Slytherin, the answer must be absolutely no.

Talking and eating, although the mouth is used, but the two do not interfere with each other, and soon the food on the table was swept away.

In comparison, Sissy's food intake was not as good as Harry and Ron's. Boys were in the stage of growing their bodies at this age. They ate more and grew faster, and they also consumed more exercise.

Then there was ice cream as an after-dinner snack, and Hagrid rummaged for other spoons, but the ones he found were bigger than the other.

Harry grabbed the handle of the spoon vigorously, like holding a small shovel. Compared with the small ice cream box, this spoon can almost hollow out with one scoop, which seems very exaggerated.

"Just use it first, and buy new ones for you next time." Seeing Harry's hard look, Hagrid shook his head helplessly. I can remember it instantly when I go home.

The big spoon in Sissy's hand was already the smallest in the room, and while she was digging into the half box of ice cream that had started to freeze again, an idea came to her.

"The list before the start of school said that students are free to choose to bring a pet. I haven't decided what to raise yet. How did you choose?"

Of course it's an owl and a perverted mouse, Sissy murmured in her heart, but she couldn't act like a foresight, and it was natural to introduce topics step by step.

"Mine is an owl, I call it Hedwig. Ron has a chubby mouse." Harry's owl was Hagrid's birthday present to him, and he had received it since he was born. The first decent gift.

Ron is very envious of Harry at this point, his brothers are all excellent, but he has never used anything new since he was a child:

The old frayed robes were too much for Bill to fit into; the wand was Charlie's, battered and battered, with unicorn hair peeking out from the end.

Even the mouse was left by Percy, and Percy got an owl from his father as a reward for being a prefect, so he gave him the unwanted mouse.

The conditions of the Weasley family didn't have to be so tight, but the relationship between Molly and Arthur hadn't changed for many years, and they were still gluey. If it weren't for Molly's getting older now, Ron would definitely be more than just Ginny.

"Here, it's this stupid mouse." Ron took out the chubby mouse that slept like a dead pig from somewhere under his robe.

It was impossible for Harry to keep Hedwig with him all day, but Scabbers' figure could be put down wherever he wanted, and he could use it to practice the Transfiguration Charm when he was bored.

The mouse was chubby, with sparse hair, layers of fat formed folds, and even the tip of its tail became a little rounded due to obesity.

The whole greasy uncle, Sissy really didn't want to touch him, and Ron was also disgusted, but he had no other pets to choose from.

"This disgusting guy, I have to find a way to fix it, anyway, everyone thinks it's just a mouse." Sissy pondered in her heart, and soon came up with an idea.