The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Snape always walked behind, marching them into the basement like prisoners.

Harry didn't understand why this was necessary. How dare he escape at the corner of a certain staircase?The eyes staring at them from behind were like a sword with cold light stabbing his back, and his empty stomach did not dare to scream now.

Snape stuffed them into a dark hole, and it wasn't until the candlestick was lit that they finally saw the furnishings in the room.There were black tables, shelves, and potions that were flowing slightly in glass bottles and even changing colors in a cycle. Most of them had no labels, but Harry felt that they should all be labeled with "extremely dangerous" signs.

A small part seemed familiar, they should have seen it in Sissi's little all-purpose pocket, but they couldn't remember the name.

Maybe, when Sissi comes back from the dinner, she will see the two of them poisoned here, with foaming at the mouth and black skin.

Maybe the crazy tree is safer than here, and they should stay there instead of escaping.

Snape walked behind the desk, grabbed a newspaper from a pile of lesson plans and forms, and slapped it on the table angrily, shattering the stack of freshman files stacked on the corner of the desk.

Harry and Ron tried their best to keep their heads down, but from the corner of their eyes, they still saw Snape approaching them with his hands on the desk, like a big bat that had fallen on the ground and crawled darkly.

Newspapers clattered before their eyes, and the smell of fresh printing ink rushed into their nostrils.

Snape said sarcastically, "Look, your heroic deeds have been widely publicized."

In order to prevent Porter from slandering him for abusing the so-called "mind-reading" magic, he deliberately ordered the "Evening Prophet" in advance - he originally canceled the subscription after Sissy scolded those newspaper reporters as unscrupulous bastards who trafficked in conscience.

The entrance and exit have been sealed with powerful spells.

He will not call anyone over today, and will never allow anyone to come in.Not even Dumbledore - unless he insists on breaking in, Gryffindors like them will just sidestep.

Snape put the newspaper down in front of the two of them and let them read enough, "Apart from the facts, your behavior is very worthy of commendation - Weasley, I would like to kindly remind you that being friends with Potter, you and you All family members need to have strong ability to survive adversity——"

He walked to the shelf with the teapot and made a cup, blew the hot air and continued slowly,

"It's eye-catching enough, right? Six or seven Muggles witnessed the miracle you created. Making a flying car, with the abilities of the two of you, tsk tsk. Then let me guess who is this interesting and illegal object. What about the one made by Arthur Weasley?"

Ron was completely stiff and cold from head to toe.

Snape walked up to him with a tea cup, "Oh, what a coincidence, I got it right. Weasley, who worked in the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles, was instigated by his friends to drive away from his carefully modified car. Muggle stuff - to abuse. What should he do? Arrest himself? Now the incriminating evidence has been published in the Evening Prophet. What to do, Potter? Tell me."

Harry felt like Snape's words turned into poisonous thorns piercing his heart. He couldn't even think of a rebuttal now, and his face was only pale and guilty.

"What? It turns out you haven't thought about it. The Weasley family warmly invited you to be their guests and did laundry and cooking for you every day. You repaid them in this unique way - sending them to the news is really nice." Snape admired Harry's expression and said, "Let me tell you, the best outcome you can pray for is that Arthur Weasley is fired or suspended without pay and avoids jail time."

Snape sighed and patted Ron on the shoulder, shaking him left and right with a light touch, "What will happen next? It will make matters worse. The whole family will not be able to raise half a galleons." Weasley, maybe you would like to know about the school's needy students subsidy, I happen to have extra application forms here."

"No..." Ron's voice came out thinly from his throat.

"No? Okay." Snape put down the tea cup, still not satisfied, "Then I have nothing more to say. Come and receive the punishment."

He pushed the two stunned men into an unused cellar and threw them in together with their tattered luggage.

There were three barrels, two large and one small, in the cellar. The strong smell from the big barrels made me choke my eyes. There were live slugs wrapped in the black-green juice of their rotting companions at the mouth of the barrels. They climbed out and fell halfway. , bang, there is a dirty print on the ground, which is smelly and sticky on the sole of the shoe.

Snape took a rare step back. Even the special-priced slugs that the medicine shop couldn't sell and were about to be discarded were not so exaggerated - the effect in front of him was to be covered and stuffed for several days.

Ron stood numbly under a series of blows. When he was choked by the rancid smell and came back to consciousness a little, he weighed the weight in his hands and suddenly realized that something was missing. Where was his Scabbers?

Where's Banban? !

Scabbers was grabbed by the throat and pinched in Snape's hand, and his neck was severely dented by his thumbs. He couldn't even make a slight squeak, and his four legs kicked around more and more feebly.

It shed old tears and looked pitifully at Ron and Harry trying to rouse their sympathy.

Can you save me?Don’t you keep talking about pets?Your favorite pet is about to be killed and you won’t save it?You have no conscience, please help me!

"No! Give it back to Ron! Please! You have to punish me. It's my fault. Let Ron go!" Harry's guilt reached its peak. He rushed forward but was slapped away.

Snape didn't care what Potter said, because he found that once he got started, it would be difficult to control himself from severing the rat's cervical vertebra on the spot. He tried his best to use evil humor instead of hatred and bared his teeth and said, "Weasley is You know the functions of the mouse spleen, right? For example, it can be used as a shrinking potion, and I even bought one specially. Although it is old, ugly and disgusting, it can still be used. A fresh spleen always has the best effect."

The spleen, tail, and eyes can be detached and used, and the rotten flesh removed from the skeleton can be used as a candlestick.

"No!" Ron shouted in horror.

Snape scratched the mouse's abdomen with the tip of the nail of his left index finger, "I haven't taught you yet, right? The mouse's spleen is in this position. You only need to use a sharp knife to cut open the skin. Oh yes, be careful not to break it." The guts, and then we’re going to lift the fur and lift the stomach up.”

"Scabbers is a pet! It's not a material!" Harry grabbed the wand before he could think of anything and it was knocked out again.

"That's enough, get out of here!" Snape glared at Potter and scolded him. When his eyes met through Potter's spectacles, he froze in anger for a moment. Then his wand burst out with the bright light of the Stunning Curse, which was almost continuous. He swallowed it himself.

After the dazzling red flash disappeared, Snape gasped and used the zombie floating charm to fish out the rat that had accidentally fallen into the half-rotten slug. He endured nausea and wiped away the mucus that blocked its breathing.

Don't kill them, keep them useful.

"If you have any objections, go to Dumbledore." He said this and walked away, leaving Harry and Ron to beat the invisible barrier at the door of the solitary room.