The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

After Eugenie finished writing, she reread the letter to Mr. Belby many times to make sure that nothing was missing and that the wording was polite and appropriate. She still subconsciously felt that there was still something that needed to be revised.

Snape stood next to the chair and watched for a long time, watching her turn over the pieces of paper. He simply took it and folded the parchment paper for her and put it into an envelope. He quickly wrote the address on the front and put two more pieces in it. A walnut-colored wax grain is placed in a copper paint spoon over the flame of a candle.

"Let me check it again, Professor. I think the dosage adjustment of silver basswood can be made more concise. I made the sentence longer." Eugenie thought this matter was very important, and she reached out to take the seal.

But it was no use, Snape still pushed her arm away and dripped the melted wax on. He didn't care whether the wax seal was stamped with delicate wax seals.

Eugenie stamped the wax seal with snowflakes before solidifying.

"It's just a small step, not worth your time." Snape held the envelope between his fingers and placed it on the book. "Have the invitations been sent out? Have the data of the sedative been tested? The packaging of the goblin repellent has been selected. Already?"

"Okay, I've done everything I've received so far, Professor."

"Oh," Snape looked around, as if he wanted to find out what else she had missed, "yesterday the office received a very personalized letter, colorful - I also received it a few days ago, I didn't See you handled them.”

"Just take a quick look at that one. It was sent by an advertising planner. I asked them to change it - well - eight times. I always felt that they didn't understand what I meant, and the design ideas went further and further away."

Eugenie grabbed her wand and pointed at the drawer of the other table and said, "Fly here."

Stacks of thick, brightly colored papers with written descriptions, sorted and fixed with metal clips, rushed into her hands.

The metal clips are labeled with numbers, from "1" to "8".

The numbers are becoming increasingly sloppy visibly, especially number 8.

"I don't even know, the beginning is the peak." Eugenie angrily pulled out the bottom stack, "The whole thing is okay, in line with the purpose of popularization, but I think it is too ordinary, so I told them to add more new ideas when making changes. , to integrate the theme and highlight our innovative ideas, we can add elements of alchemy. Is that okay, Professor?"

"No problem." Snape frowned as she opened the second draft, "Is it like this?"

Those who didn't know better thought they broke into Nick Flamel's alchemy room, took off the manuscripts on his wall, processed them with magnification spells and copying spells, and then pasted them on the billboard.

"Then I asked where the potion theme went and what do we sell in the store? Do you remember? They agreed to continue changing it."

Eugenie said as she took out a card with a dark background, mysterious purple smoke floating around, and various potions as colorful as cocktails in a disco.

Snape: "..."

Later, the advertisement was designed to look like a zoo sign to incorporate the high-end elements of the raw material. Putting aside the theme, the fire dragon was painted very realistically, as if it had just finished robbing Gringotts.

"Are you sure these things can be used?" Snape opened the eighth copy, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he opened it in the wrong way.

A shiny sample fell out of the document, with a bright light source inside the hollow cuboid.

Eugenie drew half of the curtains, leaving the other half hanging on the wing-shaped hook by the window, half-lighting the room.

Various patterns are printed on the wall, including alchemical symbols, various herbs and animals, potion bottles... Colorful smoke curls up from the top of the cuboid, and the fragrance of grass, flowers and woods are inexplicably blended together.

Eugenie shrugged and looked at Snape helplessly.

A knotty vine flashed past his eyes happily.

Snape pursed his lips and wrapped the shiny rectangle in black cloth.

He suggested, "Change to another design company."

Eugenie opened the curtains, and the shining light caused swaying shadows to appear in front of her eyes. "This is already the third house. It may be more eye-catching than the previous two."

"Then let them continue to change it?" Snape didn't want to ask what amazing works the first two companies had made.

"If you don't change it, the more you change it, the more outrageous it becomes. In the ninth draft, they may have to take off the moon, carve it with glowing alchemical symbols and put it in a potion bottle."

"so?"

"I'll adopt the first draft." Eugenie held her forehead helplessly. She finally became the kind of client she once hated.

Change it over and over again, and tell them to stick with the original plan.

Snape opened the one numbered 1 again and looked back. It was indeed much better.

At least it's art that normal wizards can appreciate.

Except for a few trivial matters such as advertising design, Eugenie spent the past half month in the alchemy room and summarized the precise scope required for the process in accordance with the strictest production standards.

"It's time for dinner!" Dudu walked over coyly, her head lowered, as if she was hiding something on her mind.

"Put it down first." Eugenie freed up her left hand and made a putting gesture toward the door.

Dudu said unusually, "We are waiting for you in the restaurant, come quickly!"

Eugenie nodded, and Dudu wisely fell silent.

After she tested the data of the elation agent before adding the peppermint, she waved her stick to stabilize the liquid in the crucible, and copied the numbers and symbols displayed by the instrument on the record sheet. She turned around and saw Dudu standing by the door, rubbing his hands.

"What are you having for dinner tonight? Why did you think of letting me go to the restaurant?" Eugenie held her hand, but her mind was still filled with the sunny color of the joy potion.

Dudu still lowered her head. She seemed to want to say something, but she was holding back. She rarely answered Eugenie's question but took her directly to the grass next to the restaurant. The sea breeze blew down the white lawn.

After the rotation stopped, Eugenie looked at the candlelit restaurant in front of her and wondered, "Dudu, and ah, did you see Professor Snape this afternoon? It's strange. I thought the professor would come over, but when he left there was No message left?"

"Ah! Don't ask me. You'll know when you get in. I've been ordered not to say anything."

Eugenie raised her eyebrows and looked sideways at her, then stepped up the steps in the sea breeze and pushed open the door decorated with blue balloons and ribbons.

Her eyes were stunned by the various aquarium-style things inside.

There are soft white sand on the ground. They are firmly adsorbed to the ground and will not take the opportunity to get into the shoes.

The polished abalone shell reflects brilliant light and is enlarged to an exaggerated size, serving as a table in the center of the restaurant.