The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The rain outside the window was falling continuously. It didn't look very heavy but it was very good at wetting my clothes.

There are also those feather grasses that are higher than the knees. Their delicate white hairs are covered with tiny crystal water drops. Each drop of water reflects a small, wet world.

They used the water-avoiding spell in advance, and the rain could not stay on their bodies. The water droplets rolled along the outline of their clothes and shoes and socks. The first ones fell on the flat stone slabs, and the later ones dripped into the gravel paths. Finally, those who followed Together they entered the narrow mine tunnel.

Snape stopped in front of the stone door of the solitary room and warned her again, "When your curse starts to take effect, don't be irritated by any reaction from it. Be wary of possible feelings of guilt or revenge, and treat it calmly."

"I just treat it as an ordinary lab rat," Eugenie said.

"Yes, it is no different from any living body you have cut open. It is just an object that can cry and move. What you are doing is just a necessary process." Snape raised his wand and said with an indifferent expression, "Open it."

The heavy stone slabs were lifted up, and the light dispersed the darkness.

A flash of light sparked against the stone wall, and multiple chains were formed to tie the crumpled human figure and hang it in mid-air. The arm with one finger missing was tied to the palm, revealing four fingers.

Although Wormtail was not as good as his counterparts in the sewers, he still cheered up and observed his situation:

It was rare that this little lunatic had a day when her mood was stable, and she no longer looked at it with inexplicable hatred like before. It was strange that she seemed to be interested in the severed finger, and she was looking at the broken finger stupidly, thinking about the reason for its absence.

And Snape, it seemed like he was on patrol today, and he was hung just to intimidate.

The insidious and cunning guy used this "dead" person to trick students into practicing black magic in an unknown dungeon in an attempt to cultivate her into his own power. Sooner or later, Dumbledore would discover this conspiracy and put her to death. Sent to Azkaban to be with that black dog.

Thinking like this seems to help relieve some of the pain from the old and new wounds.

Much of the damage is not permanent, but recovery is nowhere near as fast as new additions.

Eugenie looked at one of Wormtail's fingers attentively, brainwashing herself that the human finger in front of her came from a mouse, and that there was a counter-spell to the spell so that it would not be unforgivable. Then she slowly raised her wand and pointed it at it. Pointed, he took half a step back.

She finally decided to recite the spell in a low voice, and small red dots like pinpricks appeared on her fingertips. Then the redness expanded and moved back. The skin began to turn over, and strange dents appeared on her fingertips, just like when rubber gloves are taken off backwards. .

Then something shattered, the finger bones were broken into small pieces and turned to the surface, and the skin was wrapped in the innermost part in reverse order.

The finger turned into a strange thing covered with debris, red and dripping with blood, drooping like a boneless chicken claw, and the end was still connected to the palm.

"Very successful." Snape tightened the chain tightly to prevent it from moving, and glued its tongue to the roof of its mouth. "Do you see clearly? How the curse destroyed its structure when it began to spread within the body. Yes, and how the chaos of the magic power in the opponent's body after the pain is sensed will help further expand the curse."

Eugenie had to shake her head. Her attention was completely focused on controlling the two forces in her mind. "No, Professor, I didn't see it."

"Try it again," Snape said calmly. "You can only have a complete and clear experience when you use it yourself."

He gave Eugenie a "just practice" look.

Wormtail's hair trembled when he heard it, and every pore was screaming, but his throat was strangled and he could only make a terrible huffing sound.

"The trajectory of the curse as it spreads, the help brought by pain..." Eugenie didn't dare to think about anything else. After reciting the key points silently, she pointed the wand at the target again.

Four fingers are used up quickly.

"Okay, come back in three days. Excessive mental or physical torture will cause you to spontaneously enter a state of numbness, which is not conducive to your continued effective observation."

Snape stepped forward and recited the counter-curse silently, and those fingers turned inside out again, and the bones put back into place and began to heal.

Wormtail was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but he didn't dare to die. His precious life was finally bought with more than a dozen human lives.

Eugenie waited for the professor to finish processing the follow-up, then turned and hurriedly left the solitary room. The slate door fell behind her. She finally relaxed her high degree of control over her brain. As a result, the scene just now and the suppressed emotions came flooding back, and her whole body shook uncontrollably.

Snape wordlessly stroked her back, waiting for her to calm down a bit before asking, "Afraid of what you have done?"

"Yes. When I hate it and know clearly that it has killed so many people, I don't think what I have done is too cruel. But the pure thought of torturing it must appear in my mind - and the calmness that It doesn’t matter whose state it is – it’s completely different and it’s horrible.”

"It's understandable, but you don't have the freedom to choose."

The oppressive rock walls were black after being soaked by the seeping water, as were the trees outside the mine, and the gravel roads on the ground. After being wet, everything looked black. She was eager to see the white grass now. Put yourself completely into the grass.

A purple-winged starling held fruit stolen from the kitchen in its mouth and flew majestically past them, with rain falling on her bloodless face.

"Professor, do you have to continue? I'm afraid those cold thoughts will become more powerful as the number of repetitions increases." Eugenie asked, grabbing the corner of her clothes with cold hands.

"Go back and adjust your mentality. You know very well that you must continue." Snape paused for a while and asked, "When you summoned the Patronus, were the memories you chose related to ideals?"

"Yes, Professor, you always know exactly what I am thinking, and you don't need Legilimency." Eugenie felt that she had regained a little body temperature.

How did the professor deduce that he just saw the patron saint in the form of an eagle.

Snape then asked her, "In your ideal life, what would you like to do?"

"Many, first of all, some changes in our professional field. I will take this to gain a foothold and seek opportunities to expand my influence. If magic can eventually change the medical conditions of Muggles, I hope that cardiovascular disease, cancer, and More illnesses will disappear from this world."

"Then, as - well - mainly as your Potions teacher, I must support your ideals. I think you still need to do something to make your behavior fall into a legal category."

"Yes," Eugenie nodded thoughtfully, "The law is a recognized contract established to rectify social chaos. Hundreds of years have passed, and it is time for it to keep pace with the times."

"With such positive thoughts, I don't believe those evil thoughts can defeat it, don't worry, okay?"

"Yes, Professor, I feel better after listening to your words."