The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The plane is circling and landing, and there is no serious business on the holiday but small talk. Everyone sits around the fireplace and chats about pleasant topics, bypassing those parts that may be worrying, or covering up part of the truth.

Eloise looked carefully at the parts of her daughter's body that were not covered by clothes over and over again. Every inch of her skin looked as if it had never been injured.

With the residual effect of Phoenix Tears, a small pimple that had appeared due to staying up late was healed.

Eugenie evaded her recent experience.

There's no mention of her torturing Wormtail, or the risks involved in the process.

Not to mention taking off his own skin and being corroded by the basilisk venom. Telling the truth will only make the parents' hearts clench into balls.

So the version narrated by Eugenie sounds like she finished writing her homework, then picked up the wand and waved it, then soaked in a bucket of holy water and took a bath. The curse was like a bug afraid of water. He ran away in the same haste.

Snape's nods from time to time seemed to lend some credibility to her words.

The result is good, and they don’t have to know the process too clearly.

Time slipped away quietly in the chat, the sun's light spots moved from the east window to the west, and the sunset covered half of the sky, complementing the white snow scene.

The ornately decorated banquet hall was now divided by yin and yang. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the west reflected the flaming glow, and the windows on the east faced the bay. The light balls on the beach lit up to spell out the sparkling "Merry Christmas".

The outer walls of the banquet hall were covered with decorative wood pieces that had been casted by magnification spells, making them look like an oversized gingerbread house. The enlarged candy canes and gingerbread men were also made of wood and were pasted on the walls as decorations.

The afterglow of the sunset was washed away by the darkness of night, and the hall was brightly lit.

The chandelier was wrapped in blue silk cloth, and the original position of the candle was replaced by a star-shaped decorative lamp. The particularly dazzling white light made the room feel like daytime.

Ice blue magic snowflakes cover the ground, flashing silver bubbles float in the air, and wisps of magic smoke mixed with frankincense and rosin float out from under the rotating hollow incense cover.

A temporary raised countertop was added near the window, and the round table where they ate was placed on it. The roast turkey stuffed with sage occupied the C position of the table.

Next to the window on the west side are several twisting translucent circular tubes, which are made of snow compacted into ice. They may be some kind of abstract decoration.

All the dishes were served at once, as the elves were instructed to enjoy their own long table feast here.

Thanks to their participation, the banquet hall suddenly became filled with a lot of life.

The crisp and pleasant clatter of cups, plates, knives and forks came one after another, and the portrait on the wall frowned slightly. It was really unethical to let the elves serve the table, and they didn't know so many dining etiquette.

But the portraits turned a blind eye to this. Times have changed, and the portraits also need to adapt to new things. It is better to see the excitement in the family reappearing than the desolate loneliness of the past.

Next to the Christmas tree, there is a fruit basket covered with several layers of floral cloth. A newly born elf is lying in it without crying or fussing, playing with a ball of yarn.

Eugenie wiped her hands and took the new baby in her arms.

The elf was picked up very lightly, with round ears and deep purple eyes looking curiously, and her small hands were holding on to the holes in her lace gloves.

"Our new member."

"Yeah, he's so cute." Eugenie tried to take her hands out but failed, so she simply took off her gloves and let the elf play with them.Seeing the newborn elf for the first time, she was also full of curiosity and doting on this new member whose name was already scheduled to be another satellite.

Fill your stomach, there are also restless elves among the other elves who can’t sit still.

The sound of clinking cups and plates gradually faded, and soon began to sound like the sound of spring water hitting the ice wall under the ice. It was caused by some elves grabbing blue balloons and flying under the roof, getting into the ice pipes near the windows. the sound of.

These strange pipes turned out to be slides. The other end of the slide led to the top of the banquet hall, where there were piles of transparent decorative balls. The balls were soft. They slid out of the slide, fell into the pile of balls, and climbed up to pat them. Butt ran back to play again.

There are also some ice-shaped piano-like instruments leaning against the wall. I pick up a round-headed hammer and hit it randomly a few times. The tinkling and booming sounds happily form an irregular music that echoes under the high roof.

The relaxed atmosphere speeds up the passage of time, and the night outside the window becomes darker. The stars shine coldly in their own way in this eternal dark curtain.

Eugenie pushed the elves who wanted to stay behind for cleaning out, "Don't clean it up, leave it there. Oh, yes, leave it all. Come back tomorrow to collect it. We agreed that today is a day off."

They put down their plates hesitantly and walked out in twos and threes. They looked back uneasily and looked twice more to make sure that the little master was not cleaning up the mess for them, and then finally decided to go back to their own homes to rest.

Eugenie waited for all the elves to leave, then took out many small gift boxes from small bags that could hold anything, and piled them under the Christmas tree. Each box had the name of the elf written on it.

She asked Dudu to research her preferences in advance and prepare small gifts for them.These wishes are simple, colorful yarn balls, ghost-shaped night lights... sent to Hogwarts through owl mail order, easy to buy, just a small thought.

After placing the gifts, the four of them returned to their warmer residence.

Eloise kissed her daughter's cheek and gently urged, "It's time for our good child to go to bed early."

She knew that the story of Santa Claus could not impress her little wizard, but she still wanted to sneak into the room while the child was sleeping, stuff gifts in the Christmas stockings, and have a surprise the next morning.

But Eugenie looked at the clock with clear eyes. It was not yet ten o'clock, and the wonderful night reading time according to her usual schedule had just begun.

"I can't sleep, I still want to think about it for two hours." She shook her head and said truthfully.

"Two hours? Absolutely not."

But her mother seemed determined to put her to bed.In the eyes of the mother, the child will never grow up. It is time to go to bed at nine o'clock, and strangers cannot knock on the door.

She was forced to put on her pajamas and was put into bed. The heavy quilt pressed tightly against her body and she was not allowed to stretch out her hands.

"Mom!" She closed her eyes and opened them again within half a minute, and had to protest, "You said that I have grown up, I can decide my own schedule!"

She seemed to be suddenly transformed back into a child in one day, enjoying the treatment she had before her 10th birthday - because her mother's impression of her was still at that stage.