The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Dumbledore said with a smile, "The trial time has been set, July 7rd."

"That's great."

Dumbledore studied her calmly, "Regarding the cause of those dark magic traces, the investigator accepted the reason I made up - but I still want to confirm that those negative intentions will not affect your heart."

"Perhaps, I need to use my patronus to prove myself?" Eugenie saw Dumbledore nodding to her, "No problem." She pulled out her wand and said to the window, "Call the patronus."

A big silver bird jumped out from the tip of the stick, flapping its wings in the warm sunshine outside the window to show its brightness.

Dumbledore's eyes followed the Patronus flying around him, and the silver light colored his lenses, "An eagle."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"It's beautiful, and it's enough to protect you."

"Thank you."

"Can I ask you when you learned it? You know, Professor Snape doesn't like to explain his behavior, and I know almost nothing about it from beginning to end."

"During the last summer vacation," Eugenie said truthfully. She knew that it was normal for Professor Dumbledore to have some doubts without knowing the specific situation. Now that he had seen Wormtail again, the situation must have been a bit beyond his expectations.

Eugenie met the kind and calm gaze and added, "I was allowed to touch those things only after I learned the Patronus Charm. The whole practice process was very rigorous and there were no mistakes. Please rest assured that I will use what I have learned in the right way." The place."

Dumbledore nodded. He put the locket back in the drawer, picked up the diary, walked to the castle model covered with black spots and names, and pushed up his glasses.

"That's all I want to ask you," Dumbledore's gaze stayed in the wooden square of the representative school hospital. "Next, I made an appointment with Lucius to talk about his master's old things. Call Harry for me. Would you like to come over here?"

"Okay." Eugenie looked in the same direction. The three black spots were very close together. Ron's spell damage had long been cured, but Hermione was asked by Madam Pomfrey to stay until she was satisfied. As long as Hermione still had a little loss of appetite, there was no need to leave the hospital.

Eugenie raised her head, "I have one more request, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled.

Eugenie said seriously, "I hope Miss Farley will participate in training immediately after graduation, especially training in camouflage and reconnaissance. I want to place her next to my mother."

Dumbledore's long beard moved slightly on his own chest, and he clearly saw the undisguised uneasiness in her eyes, "You are worried that they will not find a chance to approach you directly and will single out your parents to threaten you. "

"These people don't care whether the means are despicable or not," Eugenie said. "Of course I want to do my best to ensure the safety of my parents, but I can't shrink back and do nothing just because I'm afraid of the existence of this threat. My actions will inevitably attract their attention further, And I implore you to help more.”

After a moment, Dumbledore said pleasantly, "Tonks is very good at disguises, I can inform her with the Patronus. Others - Alastor is very experienced, I think a retired honorary Auror is the most suitable candidate.”

"Thank you very much." Eugenie thanked her. She looked at the Marauder model again. The three black dots were still in place. She turned around and opened the door to leave.

The shadow of the bird moved quickly by the window, and the dazzling sunlight illuminated half of the castle's outer wall golden and bright.

Hermione sat on the hospital bed with three pillows behind her back, two behind her waist and one against her shoulders. She felt that she had fully recovered and could be discharged from the hospital.

But in the school hospital, if Madam Pomfrey didn't nod, even Dumbledore's words wouldn't count.

Hermione bent her knees and leaned the wooden board against her legs, with a textbook spread out by her left hand. Harry and Ron lay face to face in front of the moved bedside table, worrying about a half-written paper.

After a few minutes, Hermione filled a piece of paper with writing. She pinched the clip with great satisfaction and took it off, looked at it and put it in front of them.

"What is this?" Ron's interest could no longer stay on his unfinished homework. Anyway, the paper was not due until next Tuesday.

If Hermione hadn't been so angry, he would have definitely had to wait until next Monday to finish - maybe next Tuesday.

Harry also had similar thoughts, craning his neck to watch the excitement. As long as it was not related to the homework in hand, even the boring things seemed very interesting at this time.

"Arithmetic and Divination." Hermione tossed her curly hair to the side and readjusted the position of the pillow. "I found it to be a particularly interesting course when I was previewing it. I don't understand why none of you are willing to take it. , you may regret it in the future."

Ron wrinkled his nose and picked up Hermione's scratch paper. There were several regular hexagonal patterns drawn on it. The vertices of the hexagons were connected to each other, dividing the pattern into small triangles. There was a mark at the intersection of each line. The circle of numbers is special. The circle in the center is special. There are two numbers, one above and one below.

Numbers representing dates and other meanings are marked next to the pattern. Inexplicable formulas are used to arrange and calculate multiple numbers in conjunction with the pattern, resulting in even more inexplicable calculation results.

"To be honest, it's hard for me to regret it." Ron shook his head and quickly put down the manuscript. He was already dizzy just reading it. Hermione said it was interesting.

He would regret it if he really chose arithmetic divination!

Hermione caught a glimpse of their progress from between Ron's covered arms and glared at him angrily, "It took you a long time to write a few lines!"

Mary closed the door of the dispensing room, holding the medicine for the patient opposite in her hand. She glanced at them and hurried over, "Shh... let Madam Pomfrey hear that they are here to affect your mood, then they will never Don’t even think about stepping into the school hospital.”

After saying that, he gave the innocent-eyed Ron a warning look.

The door to the campus hospital was opened through a narrow crack - it looked like a crack from their diagonal angle. Eugenie stepped sideways and got out of the crack, closing the door silently.

Mary asked her patient to drink the medicine, then came closer and asked softly, "Can I help you, dear child?"

Eugenie tilted her head to express her intention, "I'm bringing a message to Harry, and I'll have a few words by the way."

Mary pointed to the pocket watch on her chest, "Pay attention to the time. Madam Pomfrey requires Miss Granger to rest in another half hour."

"Ok."

"What message is it?" Harry asked anxiously. He had an ominous premonition that the message Sissi brought must be from Snape. Maybe he suddenly wanted to put him in solitary confinement - he would rather face the basilisk again.

"Professor Dumbledore would like you to go to the Headmaster's office now."

Harry calmed down from his random guessing, stuffed his homework hastily into his book bag, and ran away as if he was worried that he would hear a new message if he left late.

"Wait, the password!" Eugenie grabbed Harry and whispered, "Pull the coconut mochi rolls."