The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

After Eugenie had stuffed her with the chunks of shark meat, she added a few cans of herrings. If this were true, the smell aside, the salt in the cans alone would turn your tongue into bacon.

"How ungrateful. They are all nutritious seafood." Eugenie wiped her hands on the other party's clothes and picked up the silver-white hair. The hair had lost its usual luster, and the ends of the hair began to become fluttery. The outline is no longer clear and seems to be disappearing.

It's effective, but we need to work harder.

Eugenie grinned, "Well, today's main course is about to be served, are you ready?"

Margulis was trembling all over after vomiting, her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak. Her eyes were fierce but weak. If she were a purebred Veela, she would definitely be in the form of a bird by now.

Eugenie took out a bulging sealskin bag from the pile of stones and used the tip of a knife to break the seams on the seal's fur. The leather bag was filled with hundreds of intact baby puffin carcasses - the internal organs and feathers were preserved.

The pickled puffin conjured directly from imagination is not lethal enough, so the original production process is imitated, and magic is used in the process to achieve an effect that surpasses the original version.

Slightly cut the marinated puffin's butt and squeeze it hard. After fermentation, the internal organs slurry mixed with excrement and brain paste will be sprayed out from the puffin's excretion port. All kinds of unidentifiable liquids, brown and yellowish. The rich sauce exudes the smell of corpses that have been accelerated and fermented in the bag for three months.

"There are only 400 birds, you will be fine." Eugenie lifted up a handful of bird necks and waved them in front of her eyes as if to show off. The liquid that was accidentally squeezed out made the place look like a public toilet that hadn't been cleaned in ten years.

Margulies' conscious body was slightly transparent, and the chair behind her could be faintly seen through her chest.

The consciousness gradually weakened, and the forgetting spell may have been broken, but Eugenie still squeezed the juice of four hundred puffins into her throat one by one.

The senses of the body and consciousness are interconnected, the throat of the main body is burned by gastric juice, and the spirit is destroyed by a large amount of food that smells like a public toilet. Now Margulis can only shout some hoarse curses.

"Vicious - you - worse than pigs and dogs - will pay the price - I want your whole family to bury me with you - what kind of talent, I don't believe you have any talent - garbage Muggles can only give birth to garbage - just garbage Sneak attack trash—a despicable Mudblood!"

Margulies remembered everything. Her mother actually said that her talent was not as good as this guy who was born from a Muggle belly.

She has more comprehensive magical abilities than most wizards. She is inherently superior to others. She was born to be beautiful and enjoy the groveling pursuit of her suitors. Why should she be humiliated at the hands of this man?

As for her being caught - she was only caught because she was in a bad mood after accidentally failing a test and didn't notice anyone following her.

See, this guy wouldn't dare let her get her wand for a fair fight.

Eugenie tightened her translucent neck, her eyes cold.

Sure enough, Professor Dumbledore's reminder is very necessary, he is always very foresight.

If it hadn't been for those words, the cruel methods she had used against Wormtail would have come to mind. It was obviously irrational to use the Dark Curse on a Hogwarts student who still had a student status.

There was a clicking sound in my ears, and something broke.

The walls of the fantasy space cracked and spread like cracks in the ice, and the snow-covered Forbidden Forest reappeared before our eyes.

Margulis was still tied up like a caterpillar and fell to the ground, with acid water burning his esophagus dripping from his mouth.

Eugenie grabbed her hair from behind and poured a whole bottle of potion that made people extremely itchy into it.

This move has nothing to do with breaking the Forgetting Curse, it's purely a personal grudge.

The medicine caused a scratchy itch, but I couldn't reach out to scratch it. The face that was originally pale and disgusted by the pickled puffin was now red.

Eugenie blocked her mouth and watched her struggle on the ground for a long time. Suddenly she heard someone approaching in the woods.

The thick snow was silent when stepped on, but the sound of branches being squeezed stood out in the silence. When the man came closer, he could still hear the sound of metal colliding.

"Collapsed." Eugenie muttered a spell in a low voice, and the red light ended Margulis' pain.

She let the unconscious hostage float up from the ground and stood beside her, tied a rope again, held one end of the rope in her hand, and cast a disillusionment spell on the hostage and the rope.

As soon as the dragging marks on the snow were cleared, she saw a huge figure walking over the bushes.

"Hagrid?" She waved her right hand holding the wand and shouted from a distance.

This very distinctive figure was hard to recognize even if Harry took off his glasses.

Hagrid's voice could cause a massive avalanche in the snowy mountains, "Sissy? It's such a coincidence that you are here too. You came just in time. I was about to take these two poor little ones back - oh, they are so pitiful. I really don't know what happened to them." They would fight, and they would fight extremely fiercely, which I had never done before.”

He was holding something in his arms, white, like a ball of snow that moved slightly.

The white mass suddenly struggled to get up as it approached. Now Eugenie could see it clearly from a few trees away. The yellow pupils and the red stain on its body must have been from a fight.

Her owl?

The other group of white has many black spots, the female Snowy Owl.

Her Libo and Hedwig got into a fight?Can't?

She still can't tell the difference between Hedwig and other female snowy owls, and can only recognize her own pet bird at a glance.

They are all white and have similar body shapes, but my own one looks the prettiest, and her eyes are much smarter than those of others.

"What happened to Merlin's beard, Hagrid? Is he okay?" She put her left hand behind her back, holding the rope and hurried forward. The unconscious Margulis floated crookedly behind her like a hydrogen balloon. His head hit several trees one after another, almost shaving off a piece of the bark that was already about to peel off.

Hagrid was always careless and focused on the two injured owls in his arms, so he failed to notice that there was something invisible hiding behind Eugenie.

Hagrid was wearing too much and couldn't bend down, so he could only bend his knees as much as possible to get as low as possible.

Eugenie held Libo carefully, and hurriedly comforted her like a child, "Don't move, don't move, oh - don't move - be good."

The feathers were broken in several places, and the bright red blood was stained on the white feathers, which was particularly dazzling.

Fortunately, there were no fractures, and she was used to carrying medicine with her.

"It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon. It will hurt a little." Green smoke rose into the sky.

Broken feathers have no choice but to go back and find a solution. There is no such product in commonly used medicines. We don’t know where the broken part fell, so we can only regrow it.