The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

They walked through the hall again and walked into a double door. Sissy thought that the silver door she saw in Gringotts was tall enough, but the door of the banquet hall in front of her was even more magnificent.

The seniors all sat in front of four long tables, the ceiling above their heads shone with the brilliance of the Milky Way, and the real starry sky outside was far less bright than it.

The gold plates and silverware on the table glistened in the light of thousands of floating candles.

Professor McGonagall led them to the stage and lined up facing the seniors. At this time, Sissy's attention was all on the hat. It looked very worn out, and it was impossible to tell whether the hat itself was black or brown. Sissy's eyes widened when she suddenly started singing.

She didn't care to listen to the song of the sorting hat. Anyway, the characteristics of the four major colleges were familiar to her heart. The seniors of the colleges in the audience were particularly excited when they heard the praises belonging to their own colleges, and even stood up and cheered.

Most of the freshmen on the stage had no idea where they would be assigned later.

"Harry Potter"

As soon as the name was uttered, the audience exploded in an instant.

"The one who killed... the mysterious man?"

"I really hope the Sorting Hat sorts him into our courtyard."

The admiration was mixed with a few snorts of disdain, especially Malfoy, who had been assigned to Slytherin, looked angrily at the black-haired boy who stole his limelight.

"Not going to Slytherin, are you sure?" When the Sorting Hat heard Harry's voice, the creases of the hat exaggeratedly squeezed together, "No? Well, since you insist - Gryffindor !"

The long table decorated with red and gold cheered loudly, and the prefect Percy also stood up and shook hands enthusiastically.

Almost all of the Slytherin table was staring bleakly in Harry's direction, which made Harry feel cold behind his back.

"This guy, relying on his own fame, actually refuses to go to Slytherin?"

"Clearly look down on us, and we must teach him a lesson in the future."

Malfoy was secretly glad that this way, he would not be afraid of someone stealing his limelight in the courtyard. Isn't it convenient to be divided into hostile courtyards now?

Sissy looked sideways at the other end of the teacher's long table, a teacher with long dark hair and a hooked nose was looking straight at Harry with his chin in his hands.

Harry felt a stabbing pain, and clutching the scar on his forehead, he also met the unfriendly eyes staring at him, and suddenly became tense.

Hey, it's not because of Lily's eyes.

Sissy felt sour in her heart, she didn't understand why Professor Snape chose to let everyone only see his dark side.

The person he gave his life to protect misunderstood her and was hostile to him. I really don't know if at the end, when he looked into Lily's eyes for the last time, did he have any regrets, regretting that he shouldn't hide his goodness in an airtight manner.

At this time, there were not many unsorted students on the stage, and the applause from the audience gradually became rarer. Many people were already unwilling to use too much force after applauding in front of them.

"Eugenie Ravenclaw"

Finally it was her turn, and Sissy felt a little regretful that she had waited in the back to avoid Malfoy's eyes, otherwise she would have finished sorting and sat under the stage to watch the fun.

At this time, when the audience heard her surname, many people focused their eyes on her, and a discussion arose, which made Sissy feel uncomfortable.

Professor McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat, and Sissy glanced at the worn-out hat. The brim of the hat was bent in an exaggerated arc, and her brows seemed to be frowning.

"Huh? Could it be that it has some opinion on me, or maybe I have a hard time sorting it out?" Sissy was quite calm when she stepped forward, but seeing the expression of the Sorting Hat suddenly couldn't sit still, her mind was full of wild thoughts.

"Oh? Finally another Ravenclaw." The Sorting Hat bent its pointy top and looked down at her.

"The last time, I think about it—it must have been seven or eighty years ago, I still remember—" The hat actually wanted to chatter.

"My great-grandfather?" The year should be correct, but Sissy didn't want to listen to a hat talking about her family's daily life in front of the teachers and students of the school, so she hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, where do you want to assign me?" ?”

The Sorting Hat could only put away the tirade on its lips and stopped to announce: "Without a doubt, Ravenclaw!"

Sissy grinned in satisfaction, gently took off her hat and put it back on the square stool, then bent down and said to the creases on the hat that somehow formed, "Thank you, tell me about my great-grandfather again when I have a chance!"

The Sorting Hat showed an elder-like expression and made a nasal sound.

Sissy walked towards the Eagle Dean's table amidst cheers, and the prefect Krivat got up and gave her a warm hug.They had already met in the dormitory, and now that they were assigned to the same college, Sissy felt a little more intimate with this senior.

Sissy was already at the end of the line, and before she could warm up the chairs, the dinner party had officially started.

Mountains of delicacies appeared on the four long tables in an instant, and the freshmen were amazed again and again.

Magic can't conjure food directly, and they don't even know that these are prepared by the house elves in the underground kitchen.

Sissy glanced at the ground gratefully, wondering what kind of dish the elf Dudu, who helped last time, cooked today?

She was looking around and saw Phillips feasting at the Hufflepuff table from a distance—a fried chicken leg in her left hand before she could eat it, and a pizza in her right hand.

He raised his head just in time to meet Sissy's eyes, his mouth was stuffed and he didn't know if he was talking about anything.He stood up slightly and pointed at the pizza in his hand, giving him a thumbs up.

Sissy had never seen Phillips so edible, she sighed softly in her heart, and gave him an ok gesture.I really don't know if the food at Hogwarts is so good, whether Phillips can maintain his current appearance.

After everyone eats to their heart's content, the leftovers disappear from their plates.The plates become as clean as ever, and there is no need for hard cleaning at all, and there are all kinds of desserts after meals.

Sissy saw at a glance the crystal light green pudding in the middle, which was specially decorated with daisies.Don't think about it, this must be the masterpiece of Dudu, the elf. She had seen Dudu's craftsmanship in the kitchen last time. She tasted it again, and the effect of mint, refreshing and refreshing is still outstanding.

Finally, the dessert was over, and Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the audience fell silent.

"Since we are all full, let me say a few more words, especially the freshmen, please pay special attention," said Dumbledore without using the Amplifying Charm, and his loud voice was enough to penetrate the entire auditorium.

"First, students are strictly prohibited from entering the woods, and the same is true for senior students."

"Secondly, our administrator, Filch, asked me to remind you that magic is not allowed in the hallway between classes."

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"Finally, I must warn you that those who don't want to die tragically should not enter the corridor on the third floor on the right within this year."

Dumbledore deliberately listed this in the last reminder, isn't it because there is no silver 300 taels here, deliberately impressing the future point deduction team.

The students whispered after listening.

"Is there something terrible in there?"

"Anyway, it's better for us not to get close, and be careful of your life!"

"Yes, I still have too many good things to eat when I am young, so I don't want to die there miserably."

Only a few students laughed, and Harry was one of them. The expression on his face showed that he was interested in this matter—there is something weird here, if you don't let me go, I must find out.

Dumbledore really cleverly predicted Harry.