The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Draco was extremely careful when making it. The unicorn horn powder seemed to be more precious than the silver powder. On such a cold day, he was forced to sweat on his forehead.

Not as good as a house elf?

how can that be possible?

Absolutely not!

If he fails, he will surely become angry—

He will definitely ask his father to let him transfer to Durmstrang immediately.

Eugenie was helping to use the freeze spell, and the wand she was using was almost smoking. If she hadn't known the cause, she would have suspected that Draco had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The entire production process, which lasted just a few ten minutes, felt like it took dozens of hours.

And Eugenie was not surprised by the expected result. She only saw Draco wave the wand cautiously at the end, as if there was a drop of venom on the wand that could destroy the entire cauldron, and immediately pulled his hand away after waving it.

Draco clearly took a step back, perhaps because he was worried that the hair on his forehead would fall into the crucible. Then he straightened his back, put his hands on his hips and pointed at the crucible, "Look, there is absolutely no accident at this young master's level." , you actually still doubt me?"

He turned his head and raised his chin towards Dudu in Eugenie's arms, but he didn't stupidly say anything like "I can do better than your elf". It was too cheap.

"Well, I apologize for my doubts. The finished product is great." Eugenie felt that it was necessary to applaud a few times. It was indeed a good job, and you can kill a chicken with a sledgehammer.

She opened her pocket and rummaged around, and picked out a hexagonal crystal bottle with a green spinel on the top. After the liquid cooled down a bit, she filled a bottle for Draco. Maybe this bottle would be enough to fit what he was eager to get now. The mood to show dad.

"Here, take it." She unlocked the spell that locked the door and said to Dudu, "Put the instrument back on my table. After putting it away, you can go somewhere else to avoid it. Mr. Malfoy's attitude towards house elves is very Damn, I don’t want him to see you.”

"Is it worse than Master Malfoy?" Dudu asked, raising his head.

"Of course, Draco is actually fine. He just learned a little from his father. You can guess what Mr. Malfoy is like. Hearing that his elf is having a bad life, he will be kicked by Mr. Malfoy , if they do something wrong, they need to pinch their hands with the oven door as punishment.”

"It's too scary. I'll put the things away and run away immediately." Dudu looked at the crucible and said, "Do you want me to take this over?"

"No, I'll take it myself." Eugenie pressed the back of her hand against the outer wall of the crucible. It was warm and was a good hand warmer.

Draco held the bottle tightly in his arms and rushed out. Feeling that his legs were too slow, he simply stepped on the broom and rushed straight to the office over the slow heads. The wind he brought with him turned the hair of passers-by into fluffy grass. .

"The corridor has become a new Quidditch venue?"

"Don't say it. If his school director father hears it, the next football game might be held in the castle."

"It's great to have a father like that who can do whatever he wants and treat the school as his own estate."

"Whatever, I just hope Filch can stay away from me recently. After his cat happened, he became more and more crazy, and his eyes were red. The cat is not dead, Ms. Pomfrey has already told His cat can still be saved."

"That's it, I sneezed when I was passing by the corridor, and he rushed out from nowhere and said that I soiled the floor. Did the dung bomb on the floor come from my nose?"

"You are really unlucky. If you are going to be punished anyway, you should throw a dung bomb in front of him and see how long he will hold his nose and drag it out afterwards."

"If I happen to be carrying a dung bomb, I will definitely put it in his collar. Professor Trelawney said that something bad will happen to me. It's true - I must stay away from a person with gray hair. She must be referring to Filch." !.”

"Everyone wants to stay away from Filch. Do you really believe those sensational predictions? She also predicted that some students will leave us forever this year!"

"Leaving forever does not necessarily mean death. Her tone is just more terrifying, which makes it sound like it must be a death threat. I heard from Tufte that last year Professor Trelawney also predicted that some students would leave forever, and soon there would be a long-term death. Girls who act like poodles will be expelled."

Eugenie added a thin layer of magic protective barrier on the surface of the potion to prevent snowflakes or other things from flying in, and walked forward slowly holding the crucible.

Draco was not as leisurely as she was. He had already rushed back to the office and knocked on the door.

Lucius's words were interrupted by a knock on the door. He held his cane tightly and turned slightly sideways, "Students nowadays really don't have tutors. Trolls are more elegant and polite than them. Severus, what do you think?"

There was no anger on Snape's face, as if he had a pair of clairvoyant eyes that saw who was outside the door, "I don't think so, Lucius, it might be an emergency."

Lucius raised his eyebrows, "It's interesting. If I were you, I would definitely punish him with a month of confinement."

Snape picked up his wand and waved it.

Lucius's face turned pale. Why was his son standing at the door?

Well - Knock is very energetic, the way young people should be.

"Dad! Look!" Draco put down his broomstick and thrust the potion bottle into his hand.

"This is it?" Lucius moved closer to the candlestick to check.

Draco wiped the sweat off his face, "I did it!"

"Broad-spectrum antidote, Lucius." Snape glanced at the bottle, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and relaxed his body back on the chair, "We were talking about the treatment potion, and Draco said thoughtfully It gave us the best proof.”

Lucius's light eyes were fixed on the potion bottle, "What quality, Severus?"

"Above average, Draco's talent is good, Lucius, from the end of last semester, he seems to have realized that he should study hard, so he has made a little progress, especially learning to be extra careful when making - this is A necessary quality for making potions.”

Snape's eyes fell on Draco. It was obviously a compliment, but Draco felt as if he had been poured cold water on him.

He was out of anger today and was [-]% cautious in order not to lose to an elf he kept as a pet. If Professor Snape had higher expectations of him from now on, he would have to do it every day. Every class was like walking on thin ice.

Especially away from Crabbe and Goyle, the two accident-makers whose clumsiness would ruin what they had worked so hard to build.

Lucius put a hand on Draco's shoulder, and the potion, which shone slightly with silvery light under the candlelight, turned into a brand new gold coin in his eyes, "Can a graduate with average grades in potions be qualified?"

"Absolutely, Lucius. Although Draco has some talent, I can't deny the experience and knowledge that others have gained in five more years of study than him, and I happen to know very well who are suitable to be our employees. ."