The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Several people in the dormitory looked at each other and smiled, unanimously preparing all the items needed for the whole day.

The reason is very simple, once you forget something and rush back to get it alone, you may be stopped by the Raven Ring's question.

"This is much more effective than punishment for forgetting to bring homework or asking parents to copy." Cici sighed in her heart. Even if she could answer yesterday's questions, she couldn't guarantee that she would pass smoothly every time.

Hogwarts is a boarding school, and the existence of the Crow's Ring not only urges all Ravenclaw students to use their brains diligently, but also makes Sissy have to face up to her problem of forgetting things.

Ma Daha’s character was cultivated by her unintentionally a long time ago. Cici has excellent grades since she was a child, and her teachers value her as a treasure. Sometimes she forgets to bring something and she will not be harsh. Unknowingly, she feels that this problem will not change if she does not correct it. no effect.

Now that she finally came to study in the magic school she had dreamed of, all the novelty around her made her feel a little at a loss for a short time.Sissy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The new life should bring a new look to her mentality. She opened her eyes again, with expectation and firmness in her eyes.

On the stairs, the seniors were in a hurry, few people spoke loudly, only the first-year freshmen looked around excitedly.

Leaving the tower, the noise outside seems like another world.Just when Qianqian was about to take a step, her whole body shivered suddenly, her chest seemed to be soaked in cold pool water.

The chill disappeared in an instant, and a ghost suddenly appeared less than an inch from the tip of Sissy's nose. Its pale face was facing her, its eyes narrowed, and its mouth let out a strange smile that resembled the cry of a frog.

The sudden change frightened the roommates on the side to exclaim, and attracted many people around to stop and watch.

"Peves?" Sissy frowned, and the coldness at the tip of her nose made her very uncomfortable.

This kind of mischievous elf is also described in the school history, and it seems to be a mischievous elf that has existed since the founding of Hogwarts.

The mischievous and mayhem-loving Peeves has been a headache for successive administrators, and all attempts to expel him have so far failed.

"This time, this time must make you look good!" A vicissitudes of life growled from the crowd, and the students gave way one after another, as if they were not surprised by this kind of thing.

The guy who rushed over was a guy with gray hair and a face that was almost as pale as Peeves. He didn't look very old, but he felt very old.

The visitor was not kind, and Sissy couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"You! How dare you pull Mrs. Norris's hair!"

"It's a good show again, Peeves vs. Filch." There were many people in the crowd who had good things to discuss in low voices.

Filch's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and he didn't care about punishing those gossiping guys, holding up the silver handcuffs and roaring.

"Pull Mrs. Norris' hair and stuff it up my nostrils—huh? Peeves, I'm going to wring your ears off and put them in a bottle!"

Peeves failed to scare Sissy, and had lost interest in her. Instead, he looked at Filch contemptuously, with the corner of his mouth almost reaching the back of his head, looking very strange.

Filch was trembling with anger, and now he hated himself for not being a wizard, otherwise he would have had to use a spell to knock the nasty creature out of the air, and stomp on it hard to hear it scream for mercy.

Peeves didn't care. Since the establishment of the school, no one could restrain it except Barrow the Bloody Man. He floated past Filch and let out a louder croaking laugh. Filch also pulled out a few of his few hairs.

Some people in the crowd couldn't help laughing. Many people had suffered with Filch for various reasons, and they were very relieved to see how he suffered under Peeves.

"Did you know? Last semester, I accidentally shook my leg and was seen by the damn cat. Filch rushed over in a few seconds."

"While Peeves threw wads of paper at me when I was late, getting caught by this ubiquitous cat deserves to be plucked."

An enemy's enemy is a friend. Although Peeves often causes troubles, some students like him for his mischief at this time. No one likes that fussy snitch cat, and even wants to applaud Peeves.

"What are you looking at! Look at you, you have no good fruit to eat." Filch couldn't catch up with Peeves, so he could only yell at the students who were watching.

The crowd dispersed, and it was getting closer to the class time.

Their spell lessons were taught by Professor Flitwick, who was also Head of Ravenclaw House.

Professor Flitwick has somewhat of the blood of a goblin, and his height is only a little over 1 meter. It is precisely because he is too small that he has to stand on a pile of high piles of books to get a table when he lectures.

Despite his short stature, no naughty students have ever teased him behind his back. Everyone likes this humorous professor who is not too strict with his students.

Professor Flitwick called each one by name in his shrill voice, remembering each new face.

"Eugenie Ravenclaw"

When he read Cici's name, he suddenly let out a strange cry of excitement, stood on the high pile of books and shook for a while, almost falling.

"Fortunately, when he reads Harry's name in the next class, he will directly fall down the pile of books in excitement."

Sissy thought in her heart that she had a sense of intimacy with this naturally sensitive professor. He didn't look as serious as Professor McGonagall, and his small stature coupled with his humor would produce a miraculous effect of amiability.

In class, they followed the professor's movements, gesticulating, and practicing basic movements. After a few rounds of trials, there were still a few people who, like Sissi, were able to make feathers fly a certain distance.

"Okay, that's great!" Professor Flitwick praised without hesitation. He was very satisfied with the results of the first class, and he also encouraged other students who failed to continue to try without impatience.

Cici was not very happy. Compared with her previous practice results on the lawn, the practice of this class still did not make much progress.

"It's already great, little Ravenclaw, take your time." Professor Flitwick noticed her emotions and taught her again.

With the help of the professor, Sissy's casting of spells did feel smoother, and her movement of swinging her stick became more dexterous, although there was no difference on the surface.

The professor's smile made Sissy feel much better, but the question in her heart resurfaced again:

Why, my magic power is locked up?

I also consulted Professor McGonagall before, and even she couldn't figure it out.

"By the way, Hagrid said before that when Principal Dumbledore returns, there might be an answer." Sissy felt excited when she thought of this slap on the head.