The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The cold wind passing by in the corridor blew into the warm room. Eugenie turned up the fire a little, squatted beside the fireplace, took out two washed chestnut sweet potatoes, and wrapped them in tin foil that her mother bought at the Muggle supermarket. , stuffed next to the charcoal and baked.

Snape turned the chair into a soft square thick cushion, and silently pushed it over for her to sit on.

The inside of the tin foil sizzled and softened when poked, and the aroma of burning pine wood and roasted sweet potatoes lingered in the stone room.The same miniature was reflected in every glass bottle on the surrounding shelves.

"That pendant," Snape said after a long silence.

"It's an alchemical item. The direction you aimed was accurate, but it deflected the spell when the light suddenly rose, and then it hit her arm." Eugenie poked the sweet potatoes and turned them over.

The details were seen from inside the pensieve, it happened so fast that she only had time to cast a spell and hit the young man in the back.

Without Shen Feng Wu Ying's breaking spell, the wounds would make them suffer for a long time and leave permanent scars.

Eugenie grabbed a pen and drew a simple pendant pattern, carried it to the fireplace, and let the flames lick the paper, burning a bright yellow flame, "The Egyptian obelisk, the owl symbolizing wisdom, the Egyptian alchemy ——My great-grandfather was also good at alchemy, maybe that’s the reason.”

"The only clue is the pendant, and there is no alarm on the map next to the valley."

"It's okay, Professor, I don't think we need to rack our brains to track down their whereabouts." Eugenie raised her head. "As long as I become noticeable enough, they will come to my door."

She and her family members have been hiding in a safe place for decades, but not forever.

It’s time for a subtle change in the relationship between hunters and prey.

The necessary prerequisite for the change of situation is strength, not just personal combat ability.

After visiting the snow-covered Malfoy Manor, her parents negotiated and signed a preliminary agreement with each other - she just acted as a mediocre tool responsible for sealing the seal.

Studying the alchemy blueprints is the top priority.

In the past few hundred years, most of the alchemy within the family was based on transforming magical energy in the night sky.

The energy of the sun is too strong, and there are very few people who can use it as an alchemical method. Our ancestors knew that they were not sages, so they gave up the sought-after magic stone long ago and embarked on another alchemical path.

The new instrument, which has been improved many times, looks like a large iron box with runes engraved inside. During the experiment, the outer shell melted several times like a candle. On one occasion, the iron box transformed into a flaming melon, burning it in the belly. The other alchemy parts inside were wrapped in fire, and everything that could be smashed or ignited in the auxiliary building was shot out like a machine gun.

After that, Eugenie finally understood why the alchemy room was built in the shape of a hemispherical bunker made of red marble - only the top had a window open to obtain moonlight, which could minimize the losses caused during the experiment.

Her days are only related to research progress, and each week is divided into one to five, six to seven.

The scene on the way to the classroom told her that Valentine's Day had passed - because on the holiday, a group of pink piglets with silver wings flew in front of the windowed spiral staircase, and every floor in the castle was filled with strawberry-flavored pink bubbles. Undoubtedly the work of Fred and George.

She also heard that Harry had received a love letter from Ginny, who said "his eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads."

Eugenie stood next to the glass jar with toad eyes and looked around. She couldn't understand why Ginny firmly believed that this was a compliment. No one except the person involved should think it was a compliment.

Riddle's diary was in Harry's possession, and Harry and Ron, like most others, let their guard down during peaceful times, but Hermione still persisted in laying down bricks of all kinds, better suited as paving stones. Find monster information in the book.

Eugenie had no time to wonder about their progress.

The hexagram pattern that has been troubled for a long time has been confirmed to work here after many attempts. It is composed of two triangles that are mirror images of each other - an upright triangle represents the three major elements of alchemy, and the black in the central core position The point not only refers to the alchemist himself, but also represents the starting point of the transformation of the form of matter, and is a warning that will never change.

Eugenie and her professor have recently taken turns conducting fatigue tests on the initially successful new instrument to ensure that it is capable of continuous operation in the actual production process.

Dudu quickly ran over to her while she was resting, stuffed an Easter egg into her hand, and put a wreath crown made of white feather grass on her head, with a few yellow gorse flowers dotted on the white.

Eugenie reached out and touched the furry wreath, "Thank you, the head circumference is just right."

Dudu also wore one for herself. There were no flowers on her little crown, but there was always a white rose pinned to the tea towel she wore to freeze the beauty.

In addition to Easter eggs, Dudu and other elves also made colorful candies in the shape of rabbits. Those solid-colored candies were cut into squares and triangles, which can be played as fingertip building blocks.

"I'm really sorry, I haven't prepared anything for you since Christmas." Eugenie took a bite of the chocolate egg, "Speaking of which, I didn't prepare a gift for the professor in advance for Christmas. I was always busy with my own things."

Dudu gave her another bag of chocolates, "Professor Snape must understand."

"Yes, he would be angry if I spent my time elsewhere. Everyone's energy is limited."

"But there is always a steady stream of things happening. Your contact book rang again half an hour ago. Do you want to take a look?" Dudu said, already taking the book out of the small homemade pocket on the tea towel.

"Well, look what they say."

The contact book is no longer the same one as before. The last one has come to an end. Fred and George, two chatty people, have already covered the cover. Eugenie has barely written a few words.

The new pocket notebook is bigger than the palm of your hand, and half of it has been used by them.

Eugenie opened the latest dozen or so pages, "Huh?"

"Can I see it?" Dudu came up curiously.

"Okay, look, whose handwriting is this?" Eugenie caught a glimpse of the few neat lines in "Long Feifeng Wu" - compared with Fred and George's, they can be described as delicate.

She would rather believe that a fire dragon could hatch from an ash snake egg than that Fred or George would write neatly and beautifully.