HP Dawn Night

"Don't shake your hands. A good pharmacist must have a calm heart and a steady operation."

"Keep the edge of the spoon off the bottle, or even gloves won't save you in certain situations."

"The movements must be uniform, so as to ensure that the amount of each serving is the same."

"I hope to see the level that a student who has been educated by the Watson family should have."

"Wait a minute—leaked it out. Do it again!"

"Sometimes a cauldron can be cleaned without a wand."

……

After breakfast, my father called me into the basement and asked me to help as a deputy.

It is said to be a deputy, but it is actually weighing medicines and simple processing. In addition, my father asked me to clean the basement.It's not very difficult to do, because you only need to wipe down a few specimen bottles-"clean up" is a good charm, it can keep the household hygiene clean and tidy for more than ten years...

just kidding.

After I finished my chores, my father's potion was ready.

This time, my father asked me to put a pot of freshly baked medicine into thirty glass bottles of the same size. The amount must be kept the same, and the action must be quick, because this pot of medicine cannot be kept for a long time.In addition, there must be no leaked potion, because this potion contains an expensive raw material, and it is shameful to waste——

"How expensive? It's beyond words."

The tone of my father's speech is the same as before, which makes it difficult for me to judge the truth or falsehood of this sentence from my father's tone.

After I assembled the thirty bottles of medicine, my father carefully put them into a lockable wooden box, and carefully put the wooden box into a drawer.My father's whole set of movements was smooth and steady, and I watched enviously.While doing it, he said to me:

"Some potions—such as this one—have strict storage methods. Not only do they need to be sealed and protected from light, they must also be separated from other potions. Of course, some potions also have special requirements for containers."

"So is there a big difference between the glass jars we use in school and the crystal jars?" I asked immediately.

Father said: "No. Although many students like to use expensive medicine bottles, it is completely unnecessary in your student life. Only experienced potionists will use special bottles. However, some common high-grade medicinal materials , such as dragon blood, must be placed in a crystal vial with an oak stopper."

"Dragon's blood?" I said suspiciously, "but it's not rare!"

"Dragon's blood can almost be said to be a necessary material for high-level potions. But its role is not limited to potions." Father explained patiently.

"for example?"

"Divination and alchemy all require the existence of dragon blood. Dragon blood also has the effect of healing and cleaning. It is said that bathing with dragon blood can make people live forever. But... this has not been confirmed yet." Father said in the cabinet Turned over, I asked:

"But it's not just red, is it? There are many different colors of dragon's blood in my mother's laboratory." Dragon's blood is a magic material that I have often seen but never used. At this time, my father closed the cabinet door and held There is a shelf with several crystal bottles on it:

"The breed of dragon determines the color, quality and price of dragon blood. Of course, the prices of live dragon blood and dead dragon blood are too different." Father pointed to the five bottles on the shelf, "If you are interested, you can go to Look up Fantastic Beasts, it's more comprehensive than the enlightened Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

I decided to watch it with Draco when he came, God knows how much Draco loves and is obsessed with dragons.

"Hogwarts has Care of Fantastic Beasts, right?"

"You can take it as an elective course from the third grade." The father replied briefly, "Professor Kettleburn's lectures are not bad, you can consider it. But he is about to retire, and I don't know who his successor is."

"What elective courses are there?" I asked with interest.My father showed some smiles, as if he was quite proud of my eagerness to learn:

"And ancient runes, Muggle studies, divination and numerology."

I thought about it carefully, and decided to listen to my father, who is the head of Slytherin: "So what advice can you give me?"

My father said very pertinently: "I think you should first have a deep understanding of the content of these courses, and consider your future employment direction, and then listen to your mother's opinion, and finally make a decision."

Then, the father asked again, "Do you have any ideas about career?"

I replied quickly, "I don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic, and I don't want to work for a newspaper. Although I like Quidditch, I think it will be very hard to be a professional player. Working at Gringotts might be a good choice, but St. Mungo's is also a good place, anyway, I think I still need time to think about it."

Father nodded with satisfaction: "You will face career choices in fifth grade, but you still have four years left. I think you will tend to work on potions?"

In this regard, I nodded proudly: "Of course."

"Then St. Mungo's would indeed be a good choice. You have to discuss it with your mother."

"But father, you haven't told me what the potion is." I asked.

"Memories," Father said.The name is familiar, and my mother seems to have done it too.

"What is that particularly expensive material?"

The father said without hesitation: "The feathers of the Juanyin bird."

I frowned and thought for a while, and finally confirmed that I didn't know the existence of this creature: "Why have I never heard of it?"

"Very rare. It was once thought to be a creature that existed only in legends," said the father. "Therefore, I suggest that you read the Encyclopedia of Fantastic Beasts and The Compendium of Advanced Potions. learning is beneficial.”

Before I could answer, at this moment, my father suddenly reached out and grabbed the wand: "Someone is coming, it should be Lucius—"

"——and Draco!" I reacted quickly, cheered, and got out of the basement. When I arrived in the living room, I found that the sky outside the window was already a little dark. The strange thing is that I didn't feel hungry, didn't I? Do I have the gift of staying overnight at the cauldron, like Mom and Dad?

As expected, there were Malfoy and his son outside the door. As soon as Uncle Lucius saw me, he smiled kindly:

"Good evening, dear little Vio."

"Long time no see, Uncle Lucius. I hope Aunt Narcissa is okay!"

Uncle Lucius smiled kindly: "She's very nice. It's a pity that Narcissa can't come tonight because of something, so she asked Draco to bring you some small presents."

With that said, Uncle Lucius tapped Draco with the snake-headed staff: "Go and share with Vio."

Draco moved away swiftly, agreed solemnly, but blinked at me when Uncle Lucius wasn't paying attention.At this time, my father also started talking with Uncle Lucius, and Draco went up to the second floor familiarly, and then turned into the room next to me:

"Ah, that's strange, it's much cleaner this year."

I closed the door and said angrily: "My mother helped you with this before she left yesterday. Of course I also helped a little..."

Like opening a window for ventilation.

Draco sat on the bed comfortably, and opened the delicate box that he had been carrying all the time: "Pies of various flavors are all your favorite."

I jumped over happily: "Oh, Draco, your mother is so considerate." As I said that, I picked out a piece of golden pie: "Mac and cheese pie? Do you want half of it?"

Aunt Narcissa has prepared more than a dozen flavors.Draco said that if you can't finish it, you can save it for breakfast tomorrow. When it comes to this, I think of some questions:

"Draco, what did you eat every day when you lived here?"

Unexpectedly, Draco gave me a strange look: "Mom visits me almost every day, and I don't live long, just a few days."

"..." I put down the pie with difficulty, and described the story of last night and this morning. At the end, I gave the last blow, "Draco, we will live for a few weeks."

Draco showed an expression as if he swallowed a fly, and he almost yelled: "I won't go shopping in a Muggle supermarket! I bet there aren't any wizards around here except us!"

I suddenly regained my energy: "That's right, there is a wizard bar not far from here. I just used the Floo network to get there."

"Wizard pub?" Draco said suspiciously. "My dad always takes me to Apparate or use a Portkey. I seem to know the pub you're talking about, but I've heard that place is full of wizard scum— "

I stopped Draco's next words: "But at least it shows that there are still a few wizards here. Besides, don't you want to go and see? It's a town that went from boom to bust—"

"Historical relics?" Draco said dismissively, "This place has always been a place where wizards and Muggles live together. Maybe it would be better for you to look up Muggle information."

I glared at him angrily: "I don't think so, let alone... have you listened to what I just said - this time, father will not allow you to live a happy life."

Draco stretched out his hand and squeezed my face with a smile: "Come on, Vio. My mother has been completely attracted by Aunt Margaret's world of potions, and almost ignored my son, so I started Just be mentally prepared.”

"That's not right," I knocked off his paw, "A father's requirements for his godson are no lower than those for his daughter!"

"That's nothing." Draco said relaxedly, "Isn't there still you with me?"

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