The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie felt her pocket vibrating, and she touched it. Oh, it was a contact, not a chocolate frog picture, so she ignored it for now.

There was still an exam taking place next door, and the two of them secretly exchanged messages.

Farley noticed her movements, teased the owl one last time, and stood up, "Then I'll take my leave."

Eugenie glanced at the location of her pocket, "It's not urgent information. Do you want to know more? I believe this is an important decision."

The owl nudged her very affectionately, signaling her not to stop and to please continue pressing it. He was exhausted from flying too many times recently, and his own legs couldn't reach the base of the wings.

"It's nothing, as long as you can provide me with what I want, I will gladly accept all the challenges in the process. Of course my family will object, but my life will be determined by myself. If I allow myself to follow their ideas and live step by step until the end of my life, If I retire from the Ministry of Magic, I will spend every day suffering from regrets."

If Miss Farley was as sweet and sweet as she appeared, she wouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin.

Nor did she pursue her ideals in the wrong way.

"You seem to have reasons to support your firm decision," Eugenie said.

Farley smiled. It was normal in the academy to have their own ambitions or pursuits. Everyone was the same. No one had ever wondered why she had the idea she had now.

"Yes," she said frankly, "my grandmother suffered from dragon pox when I was very young. At first it was just a little green rash on her feet. She sprayed sparks when she sneezed. She was hospitalized in the Department of Strange Infections. After a period of time, the condition seemed to be under control, but within a month after I returned home, the condition took a turn for the worse. My skin all turned blue, and I endured the torment caused by acne every day. I could hear painful sounds in the middle of the night."

Eugenie knew the condition was uncontrollable with current treatments, "I'm sorry to hear such sad news."

Farley continued, "My parents didn't want to give up and tried many ways to cure her, but it was all in vain. My grandmother didn't want them to spend any more useless money on herself, which she had saved. For a long time. At the same time, her body became worse through various side methods. She just wanted to give up treatment and go to the tropical island she had always longed for to bask in the sun until the end."

"I hope she gets her wish."

"It's done. Let's leave this rainy place in the UK. The scenery there is very good, but we have to keep her wearing protective clothing to avoid infecting others." The expression on Farley's face changed, "I know my grandmother is She wanted to transform herself into a fish tail and swim in the sea, but her body no longer allowed it at the time. Not only would she die in a short time, but the ruptured abscess would also infect other people along with the sea water."

Eugenie could see that Farley was telling the truth and her emotions were reflected in her eyes. "Everything in the world is unpredictable. I think she was happy in her last moments."

"I think so, but I think it's a pity - when you retire and save enough money to enjoy the world, you no longer have the body you had before. You will still miss this world after all."

Eugenie sighed, "You made a different decision, I understand now."

"So you don't need to worry that I will want to go back on my decision. As for the Unbreakable Vow, we still need a witness."

"tonight."

"Okay," Farley said, rubbing the owl's raised wings, "When do you need me to start participating in skills training?"

"After the NEWTs exam - I just need some time to arrange someone to take you. I haven't discussed this with the Aurors yet."

"Just in time, I can also write a satisfactory answer to my seven years."

"I wish you good results," Eugenie said.

The door rang, and someone playfully beat out a drum beat on it.

"It's time for get out of class to end. I should prepare my own homework. I won't disturb you anymore." Farley hugged the owl to the ground, and the owl was still twisting its neck 270 degrees back and forth, still unfinished.

The rhythm of the knocking on the door became more and more exciting, as if the piece of wood was a drum set or something.

Fred and George apparently saw Snape walking out and Eugenie running back.

Otherwise, no matter how bold you are, you will never knock on the office door.

They will frantically test themselves on the verge of death, but they will not jump off the cliff of certain death.

Eugenie looked at the door and held her head helplessly, "Senior sister, step aside when you open the door. There will be two red-haired guys rushing in enthusiastically. You may be knocked into your arms by them if you stand there."

Farley stood aside obediently and used his wand to turn the doorknob.

"Oh, it's the Gryffindors who have nowhere to release their energy." Farley looked at them with a shaky smile on his face. "I heard that Gryffindor just received a one-time increase of 5 points not long ago. You shouldn't mind if I deduct a mere [-] points."

"We don't care." Fred smiled and put his arm around George's shoulders.

George said glibly, "If I cared, I wouldn't do this."

Farley snorted and turned away.

Five rubies dangled back above the scoring hourglass.

Dumbledore's [-] points still gave Ruby a distant lead.

These points are obtained by bravely breaking into the secret room. A death case is in front of them. No one from other colleges thinks it is too much. They don't want to break into the secret room for a few hundred points.

As long as we don't put up other flags at the end-of-term dinner, and then suddenly withdraw the House Cup, award it to Gryffindor from the beginning, then everyone will have nothing to say.

There were many sounds of annoyance in the corridor, and there would always be people who only remembered what stupid mistakes they had made after the test papers were collected, as if their brains were always in a state of being unable to connect during exams.

Those sounds entered Eugenie's ears. She waved her wand and closed the door. "It's so noisy. I can't even remember who to blame when the shriveled figs need to be peeled."

"The two of us made no mistakes."

"We just forget how thickly a caterpillar should be cut into slices. Is that really in the book?"

"It's about 0.5 inches. Unfortunately, most people tend to cut it into uneven thicknesses when pursuing thickness." Eugenie bent down and picked up the chirping owl.

"It's greasy and hard to cut."

Eugenie gave the owl a full body massage, "That's why the bugs have to be hardened a little before cutting."

"The last time we made the caterpillars harder than stone, the knives became curled up."

"Try to use less effort. Potions should be just right, not too much, not too little, not like attack and defense spells, the stronger the better." Eugenie said, "I hope you can achieve relatively good results, so that I can It will also be easier to convince Mrs. Weasley to allow you to take summer jobs."