The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

After the earthquake-like movement ended, Eugenie checked the stone door at the entrance. Fortunately, it was not shaken off. A stun spell can inject such a large amount of magic power instantly.

Almost demolished her burrow.

Dumbledore looked around at the ancient spells attached when he entered. It was perfectly fine to withstand some small damage.

The heavy chains were removed, and invisible ropes were tied around Wormtail's neck and knees to lift his body up.

With Dumbledore personally tending it, the iron chain seemed too cumbersome and unnecessary to exist.

The mouth was open in astonishment, and he drank some of it into his throat as he passed through the cool copper-containing water.

Of course you can't drink this blue mineral water, and wizards don't have copper intestines and iron stomachs.

But none of them paid attention at that time. When they returned to the office, Eugenie remembered to give Wormtail some milk, which was a very crude way to offset the poison.

"Merlin's beard!" Professor Flitwick spilled the tea he was holding.

Peter was completely different from the Peter he remembered.

He couldn't imagine it, couldn't imagine the changes that had happened over the years.

The obedient little boy who followed James and the others became the spy of the person whose name cannot be mentioned, and became a murderer who took the lives of more than a dozen people on the street.

then,

It has become like this now - skinny and skinny, with fat skin hanging down like ill-fitting clothes. It looks a bit like a mouse, but it also looks like an inferi just fished out of the water...

Flitwick glanced at the scars caused by dark magic and then at Snape, fully understanding why Dumbledore wanted to stop this training plan in the first place.

Fortunately, the results are reassuring.

Eugenie no longer looked at the wet mass on the stone slab, and Dudu brought a few glasses of sparkling water before returning.

Now the tea was spilled, just in time to serve the cherry syrup flavored one to Professor Flitwick, who was in a complicated mood.

"One more thing," Snape threw his robe back and deliberately stepped over Wormtail, and very coincidentally, he misjudged the distance and stepped on it, "About the employment consultation after the holidays."

"Starting next school year, I will allow those students who only get a measly 'e' in the exam to enter the advanced potions class," he stepped forward and said to Flitwick, "if you are willing to help convey the changes to Miller Baby and Pomona, I would be grateful."

Flitwick was sucking on the straw when the surprised words suddenly fell into his ears. He choked himself and coughed, "I'm very happy. This news is nothing short of a good thing for my students (cough cough cough) for their future careers." The choices are wider.”

"I will send several invitation letters in two days - to some graduates who are about to graduate and those who have just left school in the past two years. I would like to ask you to help contact them and say a few good words about the jobs I offer."

Compared with other positions with the same requirements, the salary is definitely generous.

For those who have graduated less than two years ago, some may have just passed their probationary period, and some may not have found their favorite direction yet. Poaching is entirely possible.

Originally, I wanted to recruit all fresh graduates, but this was mainly because Professor Snape had raised the threshold for advanced potions too high in the past. There were too few graduates from advanced courses, which resulted in a loss of two years of study - that is, magic would no longer be an elective course in the sixth and seventh grades. Eugenie, a pharmacy graduate, didn't want it either.

I already passed the "E" test, and if I don't touch the relevant content for another two years, all the things I have learned will have been returned to the teacher.

For graduates in the first two years, their scores can be average, but they need to have engaged in relevant work after graduation.

It is not difficult to investigate their employment destinations.

Just have someone you know at the Ministry of Magic to help.

She didn't need to take care of these things at all. Her parents even sent them invitation templates and color-printed career brochures. Eugenie was only responsible for collecting the letters, and spent the rest of the time in the alchemy room tinkering with her own stuff.

The finishing work of the secret room was over, but the final testing phase of the letters and instruments regarding the Wolfsbane potion was interrupted by an incident in the secret room.

She watched Dumbledore take Wormtail away, it was time to go back and finish the unfinished business.

The feeling of the portkey tickling my stomach has become accustomed to it from time to time.

Eugenie was about to walk towards the exit of the annex building, but her clothes were grabbed. Snape pushed her into the sofa, untied her pocket and took out the magic carpet.

Eugenie was pushed to her feet and finally stood up, but was pushed back by the blanket that was stuffed in her. This white blanket that she bought to use as a big bath towel had recently been painted with patterns by the elves using grass juice and flower juice.

Snape wanted to turn the blanket into a sleeping bag and put her in it, "Catch up on some sleep first, I'll call you when the time comes."

"No, I don't want to—" Eugenie protested.

"No, you do." Snape continued to take out a glass bottle filled with potions from her pocket, "Or do you want a drink?"

He found things as effortlessly as if he were rummaging through his own package.

Eugenie shook her head, "No - I'll sleep by myself." She pouted, then covered her head with a blanket and shrank into the sofa.

The sun shines through the window, casting colorful warmth on her body.

It was also a beautiful sunny day at Hogwarts today, and the giant squid also raised its tentacles and lazily floated in the middle of the lake to bask in the sun.

Several flying transparent creatures flashed in the sunlight. They left the window of the school hospital, passed through the flowers, and flew across the black lake. Their small bodies passed through the fence near the station and rested on a stick in the mud. On an inconspicuous dead branch.

Their wings stopped flapping, and the flashes of light disappeared.

The clock at the station is ticking, and the three hands intersect. The wizards working at the station have a pleasant lunch break. They don't have much work to do, and now they can enjoy their leisure time and go to Hogsmeade for a stroll.

The dead branch suddenly disappeared at this moment, and no one noticed it.

It is just an ordinary branch that can be broken by someone at any time.

Or maybe a bird busy building a nest picked it up.

However, the branch appeared in a pure white room a few seconds later, on a stone table.

The room was built after hollowing out part of the sea stack. It is located at the easternmost end of this coastline, with the curving white cliffs behind it.

There are green grass on the white cliff, and the wind blowing against the ground blows the rain backwards.

Several tourist Muggle umbrellas were blown away. They walked side by side against the wind to the end of the white cliff. In front of them was only the blue sea and a white sea stack that they could not cross.

Their hair was blown into sea urchins. At a memorable moment, when the camera shutter was pressed, only their blown-deformed faces and the sea stack were captured, but there was another one in front of them.

A bright candle light burned inside the invisible white rock, and the shiny things on the branches appeared again, and they flew quietly into a jar without a glass cover.