The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Bernie let out a long breath after she left.

George shrugged, "Look, let's just say she's going to be upset."

Fred threw the coins into the air one by one, and some failed to fall into the bag accurately. "The sponsor of our two funds, the only heir to the Ravenclaw family - how dare you regard her as your sister's replacement?" Taste."

"I don't blame her for being angry."

Bernie pursed his lips tightly and tried to subvert the old impression. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "She has changed a lot."

every aspect.

Fred asked, "Is it a big change? We think she has always been like this, but she talks a little less than before."

"It is inevitable to be influenced by Professor Snape. We fully understand that if I am busy doing one thing all day long and there is no one to talk to, I may have suffered from aphasia." George pointed to an item on the list. Said, "How about designing a crab-shaped foaming machine here?"

"The crab is frothing at the mouth. It's great. I hope it can chase people who don't wash their hands."

"It's like our mother chasing us when we were little." George rubbed his hands happily.

"Then it has to run faster, and preferably it can climb trees."

"That's right!"

"Open a medicine adding port on the crab shell. After pouring in a bottle of replenishing liquid, it should not be too full."

"The foam you spit out should be fine. No one wants to use hand sanitizer that looks like snot."

Bernie drew a sketch during their passionate discussion, and the two brothers' various opinions were written in the box and marked with an arrow.

"Can our little Ronnie help? He's nowhere near saving up for a new wand, and he's afraid to tell his parents."

"I'm afraid not. There is no need for human testing this time. Sissi just hopes that we will seize the time to come up with more designs. There can't be only a few products in a store."

"Do you remember those cold potion shops in Diagon Alley?"

"Remember, it's really boring. A bunch of immovable glass bottles with terrible prices, and it's as deserted as a cemetery when there are guests. It's too much."

“It’s got to be lively.”

……

"Professor, I have looked for them," Eugenie handed over the paper and the review. The parchments of the paper were a little uneven because Fred and George had grabbed them.

Snape wiped his hands and glanced at the length of the paper. "You don't need to make a special trip."

Eugenie put the paper on another oak square table that was not commonly used. "It's time to give the design requirements to Fred and George. I'm already looking forward to their invention."

"They are both clever, but are they really okay?" Snape's impression of the twins was always unreliable. It was appropriate for them to invent funny products, but could he trust them with the design of daily necessities related to potions? ?

Pharmacy stores, and the stereotype of many pharmacists, include being aloof.

However, since prices are becoming more popular, the target customer groups will also change. According to Eugenia's plan, the publicity methods will naturally have to be boldly adjusted.

Selling these supplies is secondary. The main purpose is to break the original impression and make medicines truly become daily necessities.

The house elves on the island have long been accustomed to using various potions under her influence to make housework easier and more efficient.

Regarding the professor's question, Eugenie said with great conviction, "Fred and George have gained sufficient experience in clearing weeds, pests, and using stain removers under the guidance of Mrs. Weasley. I believe they can design practical and An eye-catching invention."

I have to say that the family growing environment is very important.

Although Mrs. Weasley had absolutely no intention of raising Fred and George to become what they are today.

"As long as you think it's feasible." Snape replied. He added some more ore powder to the white instrument. When he opened the instrument, the preset spell had already cleared the previous wave of samples.

Eugenie looked at the record sheet next to the instrument to understand the progress, "It's time, let me continue the test, Professor."

"No, it's the 27th time."

"It's not good for your health if you hunch over for a long time."

"Did you remember the year wrongly and mistakenly thought I was sixty or seventy years old?" Snape's voice became much deeper.

"No, Professor, I just-"

"Go sit next to me and summarize the reasons for the improvement of Wolfsbane Potion and the experimental conclusions. I will send it to Mr. Belby in a few days."

Let her summarize, which is also a necessary process for reviewing the past and learning the new.

"You are finally willing to write the results into a public paper." Eugenie was talking to herself, because she received no reply at all after this sentence, and the professor continued to immerse himself in checking the testing accuracy of the alchemy equipment.

It is said that the improvement of wolfsbane potion was gradually experimented on a graduated student named Chiaralobosca.

At that time, it was just for the purpose of making this potion more perfect. Snape's pursuit of all potions was the same.

Potions weren't even Snape's most interesting subject.

But as Professor Dumbledore said, he recently made a new choice out of some considerations, starting with giving up his position as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Eugenie will always have the strongest admiration and love for this almost stubborn spirit that is addicted to the pursuit of truth. This is a game of wise men, and the eyes longing for the truth will always be bright, just like the stars in the sky.

Night has come, the crimson alchemy room is brightly lit with candles, and the stars are also hidden by the candlelight. They hide behind the circular transparent window above their heads and silently watch the people who have not yet fallen asleep.

Eugenie dipped her hand in ink. The ink she used was much lighter, and the ink stored in the pen tip became less and less. The rustling sound of writing followed the strokes of the pen as she scratched line after line.

There was an annoying sizzling sound in the midst of the tranquility, and her pocket beat wildly a second later. Eugenie was startled by the rude interruption of her thoughts, leaving an ink spot the size of a sesame seed on the parchment.

She quickly put down her pen and reached for her waist.

"Chocolate frog picture! Professor!" she shouted as the portrait on the picture woke up.

There are only Professor Flitwick and Professor Dumbledore on the other side of the picture. Once it sounds, it is definitely not a trivial matter, and it is impossible to accidentally touch it.

She turned it over and looked at the reverse side of the picture. There were no words on it.

Then Dumbledore's voice echoed through the picture in the alchemy room, "Margulies is missing!"

disappeared? !

The message had just been delivered to Professor Dumbledore by Madam Pomfrey.

It is impossible to keep constant supervision at the bedside like a prisoner. Under normal circumstances, nurses will make rounds every few hours at night to check on the patient's condition.

At this time, Margulis should have fallen into a deep sleep after drinking the sleeping potion - there could be no problem with the potion, she managed to escape, or was taken away by someone who sneaked in.