The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie checked the time and wrote a line on the paper.

"Ouch, the little sister in your eyes has replied to the message." Fred just walked out of the Room of Requirement a few minutes ago, grabbed the notebook and said to the person next to him.

George said, "I seriously advise you not to ask about the hat. She will definitely be angry when she finds out why."

George didn't say this to his own brother.

Fred raised his hands. "I agree. If you must ask, ask after we have finished talking about other things."

"Okay." The man replied dejectedly.

George asked, "How about meeting in the basement kitchen?"

"My stomach says it agrees." Fred put his hand on George's shoulder, and his stomach growled twice in response. "I'm going to call Harry and our stupid brother out too. They're wasting their time worrying about three things." What's the point of choosing courses for each grade? It's better to have a good meal."

Eugenie sat cross-legged on the paper airplane and flew back to the auxiliary building marked by the door key from the alchemy room. The contact book shook in her hand, and it read "Meet you in the kitchen!!" in big words.

They really knew how to choose a place. It was less than three hours before lunch, and boys like them who were still trying to grow taller were already hungry.

If she eats that much, the extra nutrients will definitely support her lateral growth.

As soon as she walked out of the office, someone came running to stop her from the podium in the Potions classroom, where he was supposed to be correcting homework, and his quill fell to the ground in the rush.

"Is Professor Snape in the office now?" he asked.

Eugenie stopped and said, "I'm not free at the moment. Mr. Pye, do you have something you want me to convey?"

Mr. Pye certainly wasn't expecting to hear Snape's presence, because his whole body relaxed visibly after hearing this.

"Oh - no - actually I'm not in a hurry, I just have three students' rewritten homework that I need to take to Professor Snape for review. Can you take it to me?"

"Of course." Eugenie took the homework sheet, which was a paper on intoxicating drugs and came with three long reviews.

Her smile disappeared when she saw the name, "Fred, George and Bernie Taft, plagiarism? Would you like to tell me what this is about, Mr. Pye? They are the first This is the first time this has happened..."

How did Fred and George get involved with that creep?

But it's normal. They are in the same grade, and some of the required and elective courses are taken together in the same class.

"It happened for the first time. At first I just found that the Weasley twins were quite serious about this assignment - their papers were not very similar, until I saw another assignment - they copied it very well. I wasn't completely sure about the technique, so I showed it to Professor Snape, and I got scolded all over my face." Mr. Pye said in a low mood, "The total number of times I have been scolded is probably more than two hundred times. ”

"Oh, two hundred times is not bad." Eugenie took out her little notebook from her bag and covered up the messy words at the top and bottom. "Sir, do you think this is written by the same person?"

"Absolutely."

Eugenie snorted, "Sir, go ahead and do your work. I just want to settle accounts with them."

She waved her hands and turned away, her steps a lot heavier, and the parchment reverberated in her hands.

Peeves floated up and down the corridors, grinning and shouting, sometimes singing the ghostly tune popular among the Headless Horsemen.

Just look at Peeves and you will know what Fred and George have invented recently. Peeves always has a unique vision - he deliberately throws waste paper balls at several students to attract their attention, and then shouts very arrogantly. Gao raised his butt and pasted more than a dozen colorful stickers on his colorful striped pants.

He flew over the heads of the dissatisfied students, making fart sounds louder and louder all the way, forming a complete musical scale.

Smoke more colorful than a rainbow fills the air——

Red smells like chili peppers, orange smells like rotten oranges, green smells like rotting slugs... Brown is a terrible smell that can only appear when there is dilution, and the loudest one is the brown fart sticker.

When Eugenie walked through the thick smoke, she struggled to force out a smile to Peeves saying "I'm actually very happy to see you". Otherwise, Peeves would be happy to show her more interesting inventions made under the protection of the Pipi Cult. .

She has grown taller, and by standing on her tiptoes she can scratch pears that were previously out of reach alone.

"Hi! I've finally waited for you." Fred waved to her with an egg tart in his mouth.

The elves in the kitchen were also very happy. They stopped working and looked behind Eugenie.

"Dudu is making chocolate eggs at home," she said to the elf's dismay.

Ron's cheeks were bulging and he was holding a chicken leg bone in his hand. "Who is Dudu?"

"My little elf." Eugenie cleared away the bones and debris on the table and sat down aggressively next to Bernie who didn't dare to speak.

Bernie saw what was in her hand.

"Is this a silent spell?" Harry put down the pumpkin juice in surprise, "Hermione said we must learn it by sixth grade at the latest."

"Yes, where's Hermione?" Eugenie asked.

Ron choked and patted his chest before saying, "She is carefully analyzing every course she chooses."

Eugenie sprayed a little detergent on the table, picked up a small rag and wiped it, then put the rewritten paper and review book on the table, "I almost forgot about choosing courses."

"Which courses are you going to choose?" Harry asked. "Neville in our dormitory is almost driven crazy by the snowflakes of letters. Everyone in his family is putting forward different opinions, many of which are completely opposite."

Except for him, there are many children born in Muggle families, and everyone else can get guidance from their families, but he never necessarily discusses the selection of magic courses with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

Eugenie shrugged indifferently, "It has nothing to do with me, I just obey the arrangements."

"But he should respect your interests, right?"

"Yes, and needless to say, the professor also knows which courses I am interested in. If you have experienced a similar teacher-teacher relationship, you will understand - the tutor is a combination between parents and peers. He is very interested in me. I know even more than my parents.”

"It's hard for me to imagine." Harry buried his head in the glass of pumpkin juice. Even the stern Professor McGonagall found it difficult to accept, let alone let him imagine an existence like Snape.

Fred was so focused on making a piece of spaghetti make a bow in the air with his wand that he hadn't noticed the paper on the table yet, "Hey Sissy, you missed something very interesting while you were away from school."

"Harry has been promoted to the heir of Slytherin." George glanced at the parchment in her hand.

Ron swallowed a big mouthful of meat that he had not chewed angrily, "Why do you want to mention it again? That is a naked slander against Harry."