The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Madam Pomfrey's heart was half relieved, "Unicorn hair? What a blessing in misfortune - if other wand cores were out of control, the consequences would probably be even more serious - but how much effort did this child use to make this happen? I was blown up into this miserable state."

"Ron, please excuse me, madam." Eugenie untied the lanyard of the small bag and held the bag in her hand.

"Oh, no problem. Let me treat Miss Granger's fracture. There are still some medicines left. I can treat her in a few minutes." Madam Pomfrey looked at her patient with distress.

"That's great."

Eugenie walked into the dispensary room with her. The door here was double-layered. The inner door was wrapped in brown felt. There was a spell attached to the felt to isolate the outside sounds and the smell in the pharmacy on both sides.

Madam Pomfrey took the medicine and nodded to her and left in a hurry.

Eugenie tapped the candlestick with her wand. The candle flame jumped several times in size. The long flame slowly changed from yellow to cold white, and finally its shape changed into a motionless ball. The shadow on the table no longer followed the flame. It shook.

Eugenie set up the most frequently used brass crucible. Although she was careful when using it, there were some signs of wear on the inside and outside of the crucible.

Dark purple elderberries, burnt dragon's blood powder, oak bark soaked in valerian juice...

She finally took out the amazonite wrapped in black cloth, crushed it into sky blue powder and mixed it evenly with the black dragon blood powder in a ratio of 1:3.

Half an hour later, the shiny light yellow smoke overflowed low and outward across the mouth of the crucible. The smoke shimmered and settled on the table little by little, and then gathered into clusters and fell to the ground like heavy clouds.

The smoke was accumulating under her feet. It was all blocked by the felt door, and soon reached Eugenie's ankles. Her white socks were stained with a light yellow, and now she could stir them on the ground if she moved. Small clouds change.

Madam Pomfrey did not dare to close her eyes all night, and her assistant was dragged out of bed by her ears to go on duty.

The little assistant was still wearing a red plaid dressing gown until dawn. She pinched her thighs to prevent herself from getting sleepy, and changed the medicine-soaked gauze on Hermione's forehead every 15 minutes.

Ron received less attention. After injecting the medicine and confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he was left to lie down and rest alone.

Although Ron still closed his eyes tightly under the influence of the medicine, the overall situation was relatively optimistic. In the next two days, he would only need to drink 5 medicines on time every day.

Just since the sun rose, the little assistant standing between Hermione and Ron's two adjacent beds had to endure the loud growling in Ron's stomach.

The student in the hospital bed across from him was awakened by a particularly loud cooing. He lifted up the layers of gauze on his head and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey walked in with a cup of strange potion that was thick, reddish-purple and slightly gray. The color was difficult to adjust with a palette, and there were dots of fluorescent blue suspended in it. Under the sunlight, Under the illumination, a very thin stream of steam, like twisted iron wire, floated slowly from the top of the cup of liquid medicine.

Her assistant couldn't help but ask softly, "Can I give him a piece of chocolate?" She pointed at Ron.

Ron's stomach cooperated and growled very loudly.

Madam Pomfrey frowned and glanced, "How did he get so hungry in one night? Give him two more chocolates, Mary, or sugar water. Fortunately, the medicine you gave him allowed him to eat. Otherwise Mr. Weasley would have been my first patient to starve to death."

She placed the medicine tray gently on the low cabinet next to Hermione's bed and looked at Hermione with a worried look on her face.

Her pale complexion showed a loss of vitality. She was a bit similar to Margulis, who had been lying in bed for a long time, but it felt different. Margulis was in a particularly bad condition when she was admitted to the hospital, but she gradually recovered but Always feeling a little sick.

She didn't understand what kind of magical damage they had suffered to make them look like this. Dumbledore seemed unwilling to talk about it. He hadn't shown up yet.

Mary fed Ron some sugar water and stuffed a chocolate ball into his mouth. She walked to the window four or five years away from their beds, and opened the curtain at the top of the school hospital to let the sunlight shine on the empty hospital bed. superior.

Against the sunlight, she seemed to see a few shiny things fluttering and dancing.

It seems to be a completely transparent wing, a bit like the kind of fairy.

Mary rubbed her heavy eyelids to see clearly, but those wonderful creatures flew away after briefly approaching the window, without seeing their appearance at all. Maybe they were magical creatures with the ability to become invisible.

she thought so.

Eugenie soon brought another cup of steaming potion. The light green color in the potion was dancing lively. The appearance and smell were much better than the purple-red cup before.

This cup exudes a fragrance similar to rosemary mixed with lemongrass. It looks harmless to humans and animals, but it tastes sour to the teeth.

Eugenie was lucky enough to taste it once before, so she quickly spit it out and rinsed her mouth.

She walked back to the dispensing room, which was surrounded by colors, and cleared away the smoke of various colors floating in the sky and settling at her feet.

She glanced at the door, then looked at the time, moved a small stool and wrapped herself in a thin blanket, used her hands as a pillow and lay down next to the hospital bed to sleep.

About another hour later, Snape finally arrived with something that looked like a long-necked flask.

Without saying a word, he came over and pulled out the cork from the bottle. His assistant Mary immediately stood up from the stool, helped adjust the angle of the hospital bed and helped Hermione raise her upper body.

Snape opened Hermione's mouth and poured it in, as if the funnel-like mouth was connected to a lifeless tube.

"Ah! Severus!" Madam Pomfrey almost screamed. She patted Hermione on the back remedially, "You will choke her if you do this! Slow down, let me do it." "

Madam Pomfrey was anxious and had to admit that Snape was a good pharmacist, but he was not a healer, and it was simply too rough to treat a patient like this.

The patient across from the bed had the foresight. When he saw Snape, he had quietly covered his head with a quilt and stopped watching the fun.

"Then, I'll leave the other two to you, Poppy." Snape glanced sideways at the two cups of potions on the low cabinet, "I have something else to do, so excuse me."

"Miss Ravenclaw may want to stay here and sleep a little longer -" Madam Pomfrey reminded him, but Snape had already walked over quietly.