The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie watched Fred and George fly away, then took the owl to the table and inspected his two furry talons.

"Okay, there aren't that many letters for you to help deliver recently."

While stroking his down, Eugenie dipped a cotton swab in some brown liquid and applied it on his paws. The hook-shaped pointed nails were like obsidian with a layer of oil, and the small cracks or small dents on the surface of the cuticle were Filled well, it becomes smooth and sharp as if polished.

Libo obediently let her do it. He shook his head, stretched his neck and smacked his lips, and after a while spit out a hair ball.

It looks like mink fur.

Since I haven't taken him back to my hometown recently, this little guy must have flown to Hagrid's for food again. Buckbeak loves to eat ferrets.

Eugenie was still feeding him little mouse-shaped meatloaf to supplement his nutrition. At this time, a silver ball of light came from behind the shelf, and the bright spots reflected when it passed through the glass bottle swayed quickly in front of his eyes, and then it slowed down. , floating on the table like clouds filled with moonlight.

After Eugenie saw the silver light of the patron saint, she recited a disappearing spell on the used cotton swab, placed her hands flat on the table, straightened up and waited.

The light group jumped slightly and transformed into the shape of a phoenix.

The owl tilted his head and looked at the phoenix made of silver light. He raised his wings slightly and stepped on the lesson plan. He curiously raised his feet and plucked the tail feathers of the phoenix.

Dumbledore's voice came from Phoenix's mouth.

"Come to the principal's office now. The command is to make endless coconut mochi rolls."

"No problem, Professor Dumbledore," Eugenie said, and then she stood up and walked out quickly.

Phoenix lowered his head and looked at the owl. The silver light slowly dimmed, and after a few seconds, only a few wisps of shimmering mist remained next to the candlestick.

There was an open wooden box placed in the center of the principal's office. A small black dot quickly approached it, stopped in front of the stone statue, and came up the spiral staircase.

Eugenie walked to the door, and the oak door opened automatically. Dumbledore's eyes moved away from the wooden model and fell on her calmly.

The door closed slowly behind her.

Dumbledore walked around the model and returned to the table. The silverware was spinning happily on the table. It swayed left and right during the rotation, and the sound when it puffed out smoke produced a funny tone with the undirected twisting.

"That's the main reason I wanted you to come." Dumbledore took out a few things from the locked drawer and put them on the table. His movements were as casual as taking out a hat to wear when going out.

Eugenie looked intently,

A book with a big hole burned in the middle. The papers around the hole were stuck together with a tar-like black paste. The burned cover was slightly deformed and tilted upward.

The broken locket was housed in a wooden box, with glass scattered at the bottom like a disorganized puzzle. There was a conspicuous scratch on the colorful silk lining of the locket, and the edges of the scratch were similarly burnt. .

There is also a crown that sparkles in the sun. The luster of the gemstones sparkles eerily, but it still has an irresistible charm.

Eugenie stared at the crown, took a few steps towards it and then stopped and raised her head, "I thought you had destroyed it long ago, Professor Dumbledore."

"I think it would be more appropriate to leave it to you," Dumbledore said gently. "To destroy it yourself, as it should be yours."

Eugenie looked down at the largest gemstone in the center. The silver surrounding it set it off beautifully. If worn, this gemstone and the two small pieces hanging below it would be so close to the mind.

It is not a direct carrier of knowledge, but it is said that the magic on it can make people clear-headed and active in thinking. Any flash of inspiration during meditation can be infinitely magnified in the mind, and wonderful thoughts will be free to think in the starry sky.

But it was tainted.

Eugenie placed her hand flat on top of the crown, always keeping a foot away from it.

The blue magic power was like some visible gas, falling from her hand like tiny dust. The crown trembled, and the eagle-shaped silver material flashed a bright luster, which quickly disappeared.

"It's so beautiful." Eugenie took one last look at it, then withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to the glass box next to the Sorting Hat. In the box lay a long sword inlaid with rubies.

Dumbledore smiled kindly and took the sword off the shelf.

"Oh, I was waiting for you to choose it." Dumbledore opened the glass box, "There are other ways. In addition to fangs, you can also use fire - one of the few methods that can destroy Horcruxes, but it is obviously not suitable in the office. ——Because I don’t want to replace the carpet with new ones just yet.”

Fox shouted loudly at this time.

Dumbledore waved his hand and moved the small silverware away from his desk.

Eugenie cleared her mind and raised her sword high. The dazzling spots cast by the sun on the sword drew an arc in the air, and the sharp edge of the sword pierced the gem.

The last bit of the gem's brilliance disappeared, and it cracked into several cracks of different depths. The cracks were like cracked active volcanic rocks. The black and viscous liquid seeped out from it like magma, soaking the entire blue gem and then flowing along The silver flows down and onto the table.

The crown vibrated violently, and the knocking between it and the table caused the sticky liquid surface to fluctuate violently. The splashed black spots were like elongated and deformed frightened faces. The faces floated upwards in a strange way, changing more and more. big.

These grotesque faces only have three holes, which seem to be eyes and mouths. They turn from black droplets into expanding gray mist. From the holes that may be mouths, screams are heard both far and near, one after another.

Eugenie held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbed downward again. The already brittle crown broke, more black liquid gushes out from the crack, and the vibration weakened.

There are fewer of those faces.

Finally quiet down.

Dumbledore used a magic basin to catch the liquid that flowed from the edge of the table, and used a small silver scraper to clean up the remaining liquid, just like cleaning up the things in front of him and cleaning up the butter spilled by the guests in the tavern. Beer is no different.

Eugenie held the sword, and the black stain on the sword was absorbed by the blade itself, so there was no need to wipe it off.

The pieces on the table are useless.

Eugenie cleaned them too.

"What a shame," Dumbledore said as the fragment disappeared.

Eugenie shrugged nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, I have a new one, but it's a pity that it can only be worn after the coming-of-age ceremony and formal handover ceremony."

It's new by comparison.

She gently put the sword back into the box and carried it to the shelf, "Professor Dumbledore, I would like to ask if Wormtail's matter is going well?"

Summer vacation was coming soon, and she certainly didn't want Harry to have to live a life of imprisonment when he returned home. Although blood magic could not be separated from blood relatives, Harry's godfather could definitely get over it.