The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"The prophecy says everything will go well in the end?" Snape asked with a frown.

Dumbledore explained, "The prophecy gives the most suitable time for the use of the alchemy array - that is, the start and end, so I know the specific date of Eugenia's awakening, and deliberately set the time to pick up the new students studying abroad and arrive at school early on that day - she It was a special case, as her name was not yet on the admission book at that time.”

"It is said that after that day, there will be no fear of life. I saw it in her memory."

"Yes, I used the Disillusionment Charm to watch her quietly that night. She was very careful, holding the medicine bottle with her eyes open and waiting for the hand to pass 12 o'clock before she dared to fall asleep. I thought this prophecy had come true. So far, the main promoter is Me, my choices affect her fate to a great extent.”

Snape curled his lips, "Facts prove that the fact that there is no fear of life does not mean that nothing happened."

"Yes, I didn't expect danger to appear soon. She was scratched by Quirrell and black magic invaded her body. It wasn't until later that you asked her to stay for some reason. I began to realize that I was not the only promoter of the prophecy, so I turned And become a half-outsider and watch the developments."

"You think it's me."

"It doesn't have to be you. The promoter can be anyone." Dumbledore briefly closed his eyes and meditated, placing his fingers together on his forehead. "It was you who actively chose to be this person. Every choice determines our destiny. Where will it go, who will it drift away from, and who will it be closely related to?"

Snape remained silent, and Dumbledore looked intently into his eyes and continued, "When we make choices, our eyes are covered by the veil of time, and even the greatest prophets cannot see clearly the future. What will happen? However, fate has quietly intersected, and the new choices we make based on this will affect more people."

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the black cabinet next to the perch. The pensieve was moved smoothly and slowly to the desk. The small crystal bottles filled with memories were crowded together and locked in a glass cabinet not far away. , the memory in the bottle swirled slowly, flashing with many bright spots of light.

"I don't know what you think of these memories, Severus, but I often get strange feelings when I watch them over and over again."

These are not real memories. They are all made up by Eugenie in her mind by integrating known information. They are similar to movie clips with narration.

"I'm afraid I didn't experience any wonderful feelings, Dumbledore. My task is to examine them carefully and help her present the information into her memory more completely and orderly."

"Then you really should look at these finished products again. When the pictures end and I rise from the pensieve and return to the ground, this interesting process seems to be a generous time review - I started from high school a few years later. I came back here again under the tower and had the opportunity to choose life again."

"I don't understand. You clearly know that the records in them are things that never happened. They are just carriers of information."

"You look at the problem too rationally, Severus. If you are willing to try to regard the present moment as an opportunity to live again, and look back at the pain and regret of the previous life with the mentality of resurrection, you may be surprised. I found that they didn't seem so hard to let go. After thinking about it, I threw myself into the present and future with a slightly more relaxed soul, doing things that I had no chance to accomplish - such as becoming a competent principal and some personal matters. To be honest, I started writing to Gayle quite frequently.”

Dumbledore would get a reply.

"I want you to take a look at this first," Dumbledore picked out a piece from the crystal bottle. Most memories were slowly rotating, but this bottle was like a pond under the moonlight, bright and silent.

Snape was pulled into the pensieve.

In the picture, Dumbledore has one hand charred and is telling him calmly: Voldemort's soul fragment is attached to Harry, and he must wait for the right time to tell Harry the truth and let him die...

"The next thing you remember in my memory said something that impressed me very deeply -" Dumbledore looked at the scene of the two talking and lip-synced with Snape in his memory, "'Recently, the only people I can't understand Save people.'"

They returned to the principal's office, and Fox was already sleeping soundly on the perch. In his sleep, he gave out a long, sweet cry.

……

The cold moonlight illuminated the high windows, and the last remaining leaves of the wisteria were carried away by the quiet evening breeze.

The white lawn outside the window also changed its appearance. They twisted their bodies shyly when no one saw them. The long and narrow feather-like leaves abandoned their original delicate appearance and became shorter and thicker. Like stubble that hasn't been shaved in a long time.

The stems near the ground begin to swell into white balls the size of eggs, and the leaves eventually retract into the balls in preparation for the cold of winter.

The little fairies living in the grass live in the warm nests built for them by house elves.

Eugenie sat at the window, watching her favorite lawn change into a strange appearance day by day.

With the foundation of Occlumency, the study of curses went smoothly, and she was not allowed to practice those spells privately when she was alone, so her free exploration time was spent on alchemy and her new hobby-she had spent the past few days Interested in the illusion spell that once blocked her.

Fantasy can be a fixed scene set in advance, just like the fantasy of raising butterflies that she encountered.

You can also leave space for free creation, and the spell caster enters the illusion. In this illusory magical realm, she can change it as she pleases, and can easily change anything in her mind - similar to a magic spell. The Room of Requirement understands her personal thoughts better, but the transformed items only belong to this virtual realm.

She didn't change her clothes or draw the curtains. She put a plush blanket on top of the soft quilt and lay on her back. She held a reference book in her left hand and a wand in her right hand, pointing at the ceiling and making gestures.

It was originally just reading before going to bed, but she was so absorbed in reading it that she forgot the time. She didn't know what time her eyelids were forced to shut down. In the end, the thick book fell open and fell on her face, but it didn't hit the little pig. Awake.

I don't know how long it took, but my eyes suddenly brightened. Someone opened the curtain?

She thought half asleep.

Opening her eyes slightly, the dazzling sunlight made her frown.

Oh my god, what time is it!

She sat up suddenly and found that she was sandwiched between two thick quilts, like the patty in a hamburger that the elf had added to her in the middle of the night.

Snape closed the book explaining illusions and placed it on the bedside. Then he stretched out his hand to pinch the thickness of the quilt on it and praised it sincerely, "It's very suitable for hibernation."