The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Snape turned and walked away, then came back with the cup and handed it to her without saying a word.

Eugenie struggled to sit up from the heavy quilt, took the quilt and sniffed it close, "You added more ingredients to it."

"Drink."

She sighed and lay back on the bed after drinking. Her eyelids were already heavy, and she felt that the quilt was almost covering her chin, and the voices in her ears were still talking about her.

"I really have caused you trouble." Eloise said regretfully.

"No trouble. Considering the heavy workload recently, it is necessary for her to take more rest occasionally."

"Does Sissi usually stay up late, sir? Then I should persuade her tomorrow."

"It's my arrangement, in order to shorten the teaching cycle."

The misty voice paused for a while and ran farther. They were slowly walking out.

"Sir, Madam, I personally suggest that you change your view on your child. The meticulous protection methods you used in the past are no longer applicable. Her enemies will not be kind and kind-hearted and wait for her to grow up."

"What you are saying, sir, is that my approach was inappropriate."

"You should know very well that what she said in an understatement today concealed a lot of things. She didn't mention the injuries when she was attacked last semester. In fact, at that time..."

I couldn't hear clearly, and finally a painful scream that covered my mouth floated in my ears.

Under the influence of sleeping pills, this conversation seemed to occur in a dream.

The sun shone on his face, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the afterimage of the dream quickly disappeared in his mind, forgetting the conversation he heard in a daze.

There was a small box stuffed into the Christmas stocking hanging by the bedside, which contained a silver bracelet. The bracelet's engraving showed that its maker was a leprechaun - leprechauns always have unique names.

She packed herself up and put on her bracelet. Only her breakfast was untouched on the dining table.

Since she was under the influence of the drug last night, the time she was awake can be accurately estimated.

There was a sticky note pressed under the plate. It was the kind of lacy special-shaped sticky note her mother usually used, not made of parchment.

The handwriting on the paper was clear and elegant, saying that they would wait for her in the main hall, and at the end was a love drawn in one stroke.

"Eh?" Eugen scooped up a spoonful of oats, chewed them, and the small berries added to the oatmeal popped in his mouth.

She always felt that her mother's attitude was suddenly different. She thought that when she opened her eyes today, she would see her mother guarding her bed. It was like that in the past - she was pushed to bed and taken down again every day, and her mother did not dare to let her have any trouble. He was out of sight for a moment, for fear of an accident and he would need to take medicine immediately to suppress the awakening of the magic power.

The medicine tasted good. She always thought it was juice, and her mother kept lying to her that drinking it would make her smarter, so she even secretly drank more of it.

"Good morning!" She opened the main hall door and strode in.

"Yeah." Snape nodded slightly.

As soon as Eloise stood up, she thought about Professor Snape telling her to change the way she treated her daughter. She grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, let go, and sat back. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Albert was even more confused than she was. He didn't know how to be a father before, and now he was even more confused. His chair made some noises as it rubbed against the ground.

The portraits hanging on both sides raised their eyelids when they heard the movement, looked at them, and then continued to do their own things.

Only two people were squeezed into one portrait, and the other portrait had a burnt black hole with thick smoke billowing inside. This was just a scene in the painting. In fact, the canvas and frame were still intact.

"What happened to Merlin's beard, Mr. Nader?" Eugenie waved her wand and took down the vacant portrait.

"Oh, kid, hang it back up. It was just a little accident. I shouldn't have done the spell experiment last night because I was in a daze."

"You don't have a long memory, and you always sum up after the fact." The other person in the painting is Nader's brother. He gave his brother a headache. "Don't worry about us. He has always been like this and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions."

"Okay." Eugenie hung the picture frame back to its original position. The position of the picture hanging on the wall could be seen as a square shape that was obviously different in color from the surroundings.

She put away her wand and returned to the table. She blinked and looked at the strange expressions on her parents' faces. Then she turned to look at the professor calmly drinking tea. She didn't understand where this inexplicable atmosphere came from, even though everything was fine yesterday. normal.

"Have you already talked about it?" Eugenie pulled up her chair and sat down, a little nervous, because judging from her current expression, maybe the result of the discussion was that it was not feasible and the plan was going to fail?

Snape caught a glimpse of her rich expression and said calmly, "No, I'm waiting for you."

The confusion on Eugenie's face became more intense, "Okay, then - this time I want to talk specifically about the new investment direction and whether we need to change the investment strategy and significantly change the asset allocation method for this purpose."

It was not surprising that these words came out of her mouth. As a child, she could not awaken magic, but she could learn Muggle knowledge.

Economics is her mother's expertise, and it is said that it is also her father's.

Eloise cleared her throat, straightened her back, trying to convince herself that her daughter had really grown a lot in the past two years. Professor Snape's description of her child really surprised her, and she couldn't imagine it. How painful it would be to have those wounds appear on her own flesh and blood.

Eugenie recalled what she had heard in her mother's arms, "First of all, before considering any investment strategy, we should make a clear judgment on the market environment, right mom!"

"Well - well, generally speaking, the financial system in the wizarding world is far less complex and mature than that of Muggle society."

"Big changes rarely happen, except for the impact of war." Albert tried to insert a sentence.

"Yes, as far as I know, wealth concentration is high, and a large amount of funds prefer low-risk, high-fixed-income investments."

Eugenie pointed out several characteristics, "There is a lack of competition, low liquidity, and many stores will look the same 100 years ago as they will 100 years from now - except maybe for the broomsticks."

There is no doubt that wizards are enthusiastic about broomsticks, and competition among the major companies that produce broomsticks is still relatively fierce.

Sweep - Comet - Nimbus, it can be regarded as a successor to the glorious moment, and there will be Firebolt in the future.

"The raw materials and finished product sales of potions are basically monopolized," Eugenie asked. "If I want to use new technologies to initiate a revolution, can I obtain considerable economic benefits?"

It is one thing to do research out of professional love, but it is another thing to invest in the market to gain profits.

Eloise didn't mean to pour cold water on her, but said objectively, "This market will try its best to exclude you from entering, because it is already controlled by a few families. There are usually two ways to break the monopoly. One is for the government to enact laws that can The other kind of major bill that subverts the original environment requires extremely impactful new technologies.”