The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

It seemed to be somewhat effective, and the corners of Sissy's mouth curled up in a satisfied arc.

"Really!" Harry rubbed his chest, but his expression was very happy.

"Didn't lie to you, it's super easy to use."

Sissy was relieved to see Harry's interest, so that's right.

Although it was an attack spell, but the result was disarm or knocked into the air, Harry certainly wouldn't reject it. If Sissy had learned this earlier, she wouldn't have opened her mouth and said it would be torn apart.

"Where is it not hurt?"

"No, when I was practicing Quidditch, I occasionally got hit by a Bludger, which was much heavier than that." Harry replied nonchalantly.

That's right, I underestimated this guy's ability to resist beatings. Thinking about the weight of that big iron ball, Sissy didn't want to go to participate at all, just watch the game and join in the fun.

Besides, given the fact that she cannot be injured now, Mrs. Hooch will never allow her to take flying lessons.

"Then I'll give you some medicine. If it's a minor injury, there's no need to go to the school hospital or endure it by yourself."

Cici took out a few bottles from her bag, they were not large in capacity, they were small and cute, and they were easy to carry even without a storage bag.

"This bottle is for swelling,"

"The one that can stop bleeding is aimed at relatively shallow wounds,"

"And this yellow one is used for scrapes and cuts, and it can also relieve pain."

"It's all for external use, so don't get bored."

Sissy was a little worried. Harry hated Potions class so much, so he must not listen to it much. If he ate it, he would be poisoned.

"Sissy, you are too good!" Ron envied.

"Huh? No." Sissy realized that Ron had misunderstood, and patted her storage bag. "I didn't make these, they were given by the professor. Don't worry, I still have them in stock."

"Given it by Snape?" Harry's eyes widened, and he quickly shoved the vial back into Sissy's hand, as if it was something hot to touch.

"Then I don't dare to ask for it. If he finds out, it will hurt you... You know how much Snape hates me." Harry said dejectedly.

What a friend, Sissy sighed, took out many medicines in her pocket and put them on the table.

"I made the amnesia potion and sleeping potion myself, and the others were given to me by the professor. It doesn't matter if you use it for research or for your own use. He won't interfere."

Bottles of potions of different colors refracted dazzling brilliance under the candlelight, and spots of light scattered on the surrounding wooden boards.

Sissy was fascinated by watching it, she rarely brightened the light next to the medicine bottle in the stone room, after all some medicines are not suitable for strong light.

"It's so pretty." Sissy picked up a bottle and shook it in her hand.

"It's so beautiful?" Ron suddenly yelled, "It's all Galleons, it's all money!"

Harry didn't understand why Ron said this, it must have fallen into the eyes of money.

"Harry, I finally met someone richer than you." Ron carefully picked up a bottle of potion.

Of course Harry didn't realize that he lived a life of misery in the Dursleys' house since he was a child, but how could Ron not know about it, even if it's just some ordinary wound medicine, it's worth a lot if it's high quality.

"Sissy, what is this bottle?"

"Tranquilizers, used to soothe nerves and restore calm to people with mental breakdowns."

"Then this one?"

"Be careful with this Ron, it's infatuation water - the most effective intoxicating potion, if you accidentally use it on yourself..."

Ron was startled, and steadily put the medicine bottle back in place, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Merlin's leg hair, how much is this worth! And they must be of the highest quality."

Ron said self-consciously: "I've seen the perfect potion for treating boils in the Nash Potion Store, a small bottle of 9 Galleons! My mother took me to see it before school started, and she hoped that I would work hard to do it after school. .”

Nash potion store, isn't it the one that Sissy went to at that time? Ron shouldn't have his share of the potion he saw.

At the same time, Harry understood that 9 Galleons was not a small amount, and it was only the price of the elementary potions they learned in their first class.

They have all seen Sissy's production in class, even if she can do this level, it is easy to imagine Snape's level.

"So Harry, the healing potion I gave you is only a small part, so you can keep it at ease and treat it as if I gave it to Professor Snape."

"okay, thank you."

Sissy finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Harry Ken take over.

It's so hard to be caught between these two.

Ron didn't seem to listen to them at all, his eyes were fixed on the potion bottles.

"Ron! You look stupid." Harry couldn't help but pat him.

"Harry, why don't you understand! The more advanced the potion is, the more difficult it is, and rich people are scrambling to buy potions of this quality, because... because of something." But Ron suddenly couldn't remember How should I explain it.

"Because the quality of the potion not only determines the effect of use, poor quality potions often contain a lot of toxicity, so of course use it well if you have the conditions."

Ron slapped his head: "Yes, that's it."

Sissy left the potion she made for Hagrid and put the rest away.

"By the way, Ron, what happened to your mouse."

She was a little curious about how the poor Animagus rat was doing now, and if it lived too well, she could toss it again.

"Thank you for your concern. Scabbers has recovered a long time ago, but I always feel that his appetite is much smaller than before, and he is still a little hairy." After speaking, Ron gave Harry a look.

Sissy wanted to laugh a little but had to hold back, her complexion looked a little weird at this time, "Maybe it's because I'm getting older and have a smaller appetite, and it's normal to lose hair when I'm old."

"That might be the case." Ron thought it made sense, the mouse had lived long enough.

"Do you usually feed it leftovers?" Sissy asked curiously.

Ron nodded, "That's right, it's a mouse, it's been kept like this in our house."

"That's no way Ron, you count his age, he is already an old mouse," Sissy said pretendingly, "How can an old mouse still eat those high-fat and high-calorie things! It must have no appetite Still shedding hair."

"That's right, I didn't expect you to be so interested in raising small animals, Sissy, I thought so too." Hagrid immediately became interested when he heard about animals.

"It has to be fed rat food, preferably low in fat and sugar, and the amount of food it eats must be strictly controlled, otherwise it will die soon." Sissy couldn't help adding fuel.

"That's it!" Ron suddenly realized that he had never thought about this.

"Oh, don't worry about Ron, I have ready-made, healthy feed made of rice bran and corn flour." Hagrid never lacks such things here, and he can take out a sack at hand.

"Thank you Hagrid, Sissy, you've helped me a lot." Ron gratefully took the feed, and for the sake of Scabbers' health, he couldn't feed him those leftovers from now on.

Just eat your rice bran honestly, a mouse should look like a mouse.

Sissy felt that she had done a great thing and made it look more like a mouse. Peter must be very touched.