The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Snape stood behind her and looked down at her for a moment, then patted her shoulder with his fingertips.

Eugenie twisted like a caterpillar, smacked her mouth and let out a little sleep.

Dumbledore's chocolate frog picture vibrated in Snape's pocket again.

Hey, there is no way.

Snape bent over, supporting the bed with his left hand, and opened his mouth with his right hand. He put his four fingers behind her ears, touched her face very carefully with only his thumb, and whispered, "It's time to go. Go back and take care of things before going to sleep."

Eugenie woke up immediately when she heard the sound. As soon as she stood up, she saw Madam Pomfrey rolling her eyes at her.

"Severus, you know what it's like to be a little lighter, right?" Ms. Pomfrey said very dissatisfied. She had just been feeding Hermione the medicine with a spoonful of pain. Hermione was The child has suffered a lot.

Eugenie raised her head in confusion, her groggy eyes that had not slept enough were slowly filled with question marks.

Snape still looked very energetic. He straightened up and raised his eyebrows, ignoring Madam Pomfrey's doubts.

Eugenie walked out of the campus hospital and walked to the statue where few people passed by. She asked, "Professor, what else do I need to do?"

"A little finishing work," Snape said evenly, "and you'll be happy to do it."

Eugenie groaned and did not ask further questions.

Finished your letter to Mr. Belby?

Definitely not. The fact that the professor is willing to start publishing papers is already a very touching change. It is impossible for him to rush forward like some tutors who squeeze students.

The finishing touches...

She probably guessed it.

Pushing open the door of the underground office, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick rarely visited at the same time.

Professor Flitwick already knew something, but he didn't know the source of the information.

Dumbledore stood up, "I think it's time for Harry's godfather to be acquitted."

Eugenie nodded and walked towards the room, "But I don't recommend that Mr. Black return to live at No. 12 Grimmauld Place."

Black would not be kind to Kreacher. A disloyal elf who was not treated well was a potential disaster. It was hard to say whether it would cause new problems.

"Oh, I understand what you want to say. I underestimate the intensity of hatred many times," Dumbledore expressed regret for what happened last night. "I always take it for granted that hatred can be diluted."

Picking up Voldemort from the orphanage also proves that sometimes his approach is wrong, and some people cannot be saved.

However, despite a few mistakes, more people have made Hogwarts their home because of Dumbledore's tolerance.

"But you have also brought hope to many people, Professor Dumbledore, and I think I am one of them." Eugenie now knows that there is no need to worry about Hermione's situation. The incident caused by Margulis has come to an end. From the results It appears that Dumbledore's kindness to her had no serious consequences.

"Do you want to come with us, Professor Flitwick?" She looked back and saw Flitwick standing by the door.

Flitwick shook his head, his beard swaying along with it, "I'll just wait here, you can go over."

"Okay, if you please, the tea is on the shelf over there. You need to pause before drinking." Eugenie pointed to the black wooden shelf near the door.

Snacks... There are none in the office now, and there are none in the little all-purpose pocket. This year, they are all prepared by the elf at home, and she has nothing to do in this regard.

As long as it's not lemon-mint toast topped with seafood and caviar.

Dudu in the kitchen can ensure that such "poisoning" incidents will never happen again.

With Dumbledore joining in, they had to count down before touching the portkey.

The fingers were tied to the light feathers by strong suction, and the colors were spinning rapidly in front of my eyes. The distance between Hogwarts and Anglesey was about half of the UK. Other magical travel methods may not be suitable. Both ends are protected by anti-Apparition spells, and at the same time frequent and confidential travel is required.

Eugenie turned the brass door handle and opened the back door of the annex building.

There was no wind today, but Dumbledore was there. After some thought, she hid the paper airplane and rolled out the magic carpet.

The magic carpet carried them like a square manta ray, its edges undulating and curling in the air. It crossed half of the grove at a leisurely pace and stopped next to the mine.

The blue pool water is underground, and it is still cold to the touch even though it is already April.

Eugenie swam across it as usual, pointing her wand at the ring and opening the stone door.

She got in first and cleaned up the mess Wormtail had created in disgust.

Wormtail shrank backwards, the chains making a sound as they slid on the uneven ground.

Dumbledore walked in calmly, looking around casually as if he was coming to a friend's house for afternoon tea.

"Ah - Professor Dumbledore - Dear Headmaster," Wormtail let himself make some high-pitched and pitiful sounds, "You finally discovered their conspiracy - you found me!"

Wormtail swung the chain and lifted up the tattered and dirty clothes to expose the overlapping scars.

The burnt black marks were superimposed with blood red ones, and the blood red parts seemed to have pulled out some blood vessels and exposed them.

The slightly hesitant look in Dumbledore's eyes when he looked at the scars made Wormtail even more convinced that the headmaster was here to save him.

"Dark magic - Mr. Headmaster - he - taught those inhumane black magic under your eyes - you have always hated dark magic the most - you saved me - the evil Snape finally got what he deserved Punishment—how great you are—"

Wormtail clutched his chest tightly, curled up like a watermelon worm and began to cry.

Dumbledore looked down at him with extreme disgust, "You deserve the punishment you deserve."

Wormtail's crying stopped, and he lay humbly on the ground. His tearful little eyes looked up at Dumbledore with hope. If Dumbledore came close, he would definitely be willing to kiss his shoes.

"Bring me a little bottle," Dumbledore said to Eugenie.

Eugenie didn't even look for it, she just used the Flying Charm to make the bottle fly from the bag into her hand, quickly handed it over, and then used a spell to shut it up.

I don’t want to hear these croaks anymore.

She didn't use black magic not because Dumbledore was present, but because she wanted to send the hostages away quickly. She didn't want to waste any more healing potions on new wounds if there was no practice value.

For example, if Shen Feng Wuying's wound is not treated in time, Wormtail will bleed to death before the trial date arrives.

Dumbledore clearly had control over it, as Wormtail's eyes were blank and the silver thread was forcibly pulled from his temple.

Immediately afterwards, a spherical red light flew out of Dumbledore's wand. Wormtail showed a look of horror just after he was out of control, and was hit by a powerful stun spell.

The entire stone chamber trembled, and small pieces of gravel jumped up and then fell back to the ground.