People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"We'll be fine, Mom." Percy patted Molly's shoulder and gave Fred and George a look, and they stood up together.

"Mom, we will be happy."

Molly looked at her three grown-up children and opened her mouth but said nothing.

Snape's hair hung on both sides of his face like two curtains, and his dark eyes occasionally glanced over the edge of the newspaper at the girl who was lowering her head to make a potion.

"If you put too much white mulberry, it will explode." He reminded Afuluo lightly who wanted to add a second drop of white mulberry to the crucible.

Afro stirred the aqua-blue liquid while pouring the powder into it.

"Professor, are you interested in serving as..."

"Not interested." Snape shook off the newspaper and continued reading.

Afro, who was choked by him, curled her lips and brazenly filled in Snape's name as the discoverer of the recipe.

A fireplace in the corner of the small living room flashed green smoke, and a platinum-haired boy couldn't help coughing twice.

"Sorry, Professor." Draco said apologetically, fanning the smoke in front of him, "This address is a little difficult to find."

Snape's thin lips twitched, and before he could open his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

"Sorry, Professor Snape, this place is not easy to find." Hermione panted slightly and squeezed in through the crack of the room.

Snape gave a slightly sarcastic smile and closed the door with a click.

"Ms. Campbell, can you explain to how many people you disclosed the old professor's location to?"

Afro whistled and pretended not to hear.

As soon as Hermione and Draco came in, they came to the girl's side, one recorded the situation in the crucible, and the other helped Avro process the herbs.

"Dictamni, narcissus, and wormwood have therapeutic effects, so why do we need to add bezoar?" Hermione asked her doubts when looking at the dosage of the potion.

"Wormwood and bezoars can put wizards into a sleep so they don't have to go through the pain of healing."

"Oh, just like an anesthetic in the Muggle world."

"almost."

Aphrodite stirred it three and a half times clockwise, then two times counterclockwise, and then extinguished the flame under the crucible.

Draco took over the jarring tools and filled the pale blue potion into several slender crystal bottles.

Before each bottle was capped, he added another spoonful of fine powder.

The potion instantly looked like a river of stars in the night sky.

"What does glitter do?" Snape walked over with interest, looking at the blue glittering potion.

"It looks great. It will be easier to sell this way." Afro shrugged and looked around the room. "Let's try the effect of the potion, Professor Snape."

Snape crossed his arms, leaned against the bookcase, and looked at her with a smile, "Very good, who does Campbell plan to use for the experiment?"

His eyes flickered between Draco and Hermione.

Afro pointed to a bookcase behind the sofa and said with a scary smile, "The person behind that is not bad."

Draco and Hermione looked at the bookcase in surprise. The wall filled with books showed no signs of being hidden.

Snape pointed his wand and the wall of books slammed open, revealing a narrow staircase where a short man stood frozen in place.

"Amycus Carrow?" Draco knew this man. He also had a sister named Alecto.

"He has developed a habit of eavesdropping recently, so I locked him up here." Snape pointed his wand at Carlo, and he walked back as if he was controlled.

"It's the Imperius Curse," said Hermione, frowning.

"That way he won't run away, Miss Granger."

Afro picked up a bottle of blue potion and said to Snape with a smile, "Please show me, Professor Snape."

Snape waved his wand expressionlessly, and a deep scar appeared on Carlo's body, but there was no expression of pain on his face.

Draco stopped Avro who was about to get closer, took the potion, forcefully pried open Carlo's mouth and poured it into his mouth.

In less than two seconds, Carlo fell on his back, and the scars on his arms were slowly healing.

"The effect seems to be significant." Snape understood the power of the spell he had just used, which he had invented himself.

No medicine can heal its wounds.

There is now.

"But not everyone can drink it on their own initiative." Snape used a levitation spell to stuff Carlo back into the secret compartment, then turned around, picked up the remaining potion on the table and fanned it, looking at it for a few seconds.

"Change the ratio of white fresh and narcissus. It can be used externally." He changed a few strokes in the recipe. "Why is there sea salt here?"

"It's used to adjust the taste of the potion." Afro took the modified formula and began to make the second batch. "Madam Pomfrey's potion tastes too bad."

When she thought of the taste, she couldn't help but dry heave twice.

Snape sat back on the sofa with a dark face and threw his robes. He said with a sneer, "As long as it can cure the disease, that's enough."

Draco quietly reminded them, "Most of the school's potions are made by Professor Snape."

An awkward atmosphere spread in the room.

A brown owl crashed into the dark window and was thrown into the room with the letter in its mouth.

The name Afro was written on the recipient's side.

"It seems that Dumbledore is going to give you a new task again." Snape sneered twice and took over Avro's job.

Aphrodite opened the envelope. Dumbledore invited her to pick up Harry at the Burrow at 11 o'clock on Friday night, and also hoped that Aphrodite could go with him to visit an old friend.

The second batch of potion was quickly prepared, and poor Carlo became a guinea pig again. This time the potion was more effective than the first time.

"You are definitely qualified to join my NEWT course."

Snape looked at the calendar on the wall, then continued, "The test results are coming out soon. I hope you get a good transcript."

Afro suspected that he was being sarcastic!

How wonderful it was that Harry was about to be rescued after only two weeks at the Dursleys'!

He packed his luggage early and glanced at the clock secretly every few minutes. He felt that time was passing too slowly.

It's only five minutes until eleven o'clock.

The minute hand of the alarm clock struck twelve, and all the lights on Privet Drive went out.

He could hear Uncle Vernon swearing and denouncing the community in the living room downstairs, and he cautiously drew his wand from his waist.

"Oh my God! Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

Harry opened the door immediately, rushed down the stairs two at a time, and then froze.

Dumbledore of Long Lake was standing at the door in a black cloak, with a figure who was a head shorter than him next to him.

A few wisps of light blonde curls peeked out from the edge of the black hood.