The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

At this point, the study tasks for the past few months have been finalized, but once Eugenie takes a step outside the school gate, she will no longer be able to devote 100% of her time to books.

The next day Lucius Malfoy arrived as promised.

Draco followed his father like a pendant. He seemed a little thinner after not seeing him for a while. The other house elf following behind him was even thinner, with the joints of his limbs protruding unsightly.

Of course Eugenie knew what was wrong with Draco.

Draco was still suspicious.

After several desperate attempts, Draco found that as long as he said a certain word, his stomach would turn as if he had eaten breadcrumbs from 1000 years ago.

It was definitely a fool who liked Mudbloods who secretly cursed him.

He had doubted Ron, but the terribly poor Weasley could only stuff slugs into his mouth with a broken wand.

So it's not like Ron did it.

Who could be so boring?

After his father heard about it, he couldn't be sure who did it. He was even more suspicious of those outside the school who didn't get along with him.

Hogwarts is not like Durmstrang. The dark magic that students have access to is extremely limited, and it won't be them.

The curse was clever and clever, but fortunately it only caused him a stomachache.

There is simply something wrong with the spell caster.

Draco huffed in anger.

There is no other way but to wait until the summer vacation before his father takes him to the hospital for a checkup. During this period, he must bear not to say that word, and the curse will not take effect.

Lucius and Snape exchanged pleasantries and began to stare at those who had just passed the training for on-site inspection.

Draco felt bored, so Eugenie paid attention to his expression and asked at the right time, "It seems like it's going to be a long time. Can we just hang out and play for a while?"

Draco agreed. He wanted to play crackle and explosion cards, but he was worried that the sound of the explosion would affect his father, so he chose the fingertip ten-pin rolling game - which is similar to a mini version of bowling.

Eugenie was as usual, she didn't take the initiative to talk, she just answered a few words when she had something to say. If Draco didn't start the topic, she would seriously study how to hit a total knockout.

Draco was still worried about the curse while playing, and bounced the ball to the next track several times.

Once you lose, put a small note on your forehead.

Eugenie deliberately gave up the ball, but she couldn't resist the opponent's absent-mindedness. After a while, her forehead was pressed against her like a willow tree.

Draco flicked another ball and hung the note behind his ear that affected his vision. He decided to ask, "Do you have any potion that can dispel the evil spell?"

He had never doubted the person in front of him. Although his blood was not pure, he was from a big family like himself.

Why should you doubt her?

So Draco first eliminated the correct answer and just wanted to ask if there was a solution.

Eugenie said generally, "There must be. There are medicines to counteract the swelling and burning sensation caused by the stinging curse, and there are also medicines for the pimple curse."

Draco frowned and said, "It's not those. I don't know how to describe it. You certainly don't understand those spells anyway."

In his opinion, Eugenie was obsessed with potions all day long and must know nothing about black magic.

"Are you in any trouble?" Eugenie asked sincerely.

Draco was eager to deny, "No, no, how could I - I asked for a friend - a friend, I just asked casually for him, I don't know him very well."

Make friends out of thin air.

Eugenie didn't want to expose him. She said oh, and then explained in a regretful tone, "You must know what the spell is in order to prescribe the right medicine. The antidote cannot be universal. And like you just said, I probably don't understand what you are talking about. As for the spell, I don’t know the antidote or counter-spell accordingly.”

"I think so too."

"I hope your friend will recover soon." Eugenie pointed to the light smoke rising not far away. "The first wave of finished products is almost ready. Let's go and take a look?"

Draco pulled away the notes stuck on his face, and the young master's appearance returned.

The burn ointment was ready quickly.

Lucius didn't wait for the paste to cool down and shouted sharply at the corner, "Come here quickly, Lobi!"

Robbie huddled in the corner tremblingly, his thin arms and legs trembling when he heard his master's order. His trembling dragging movements made his master even more annoyed.

"Lobbie?" Eugenie turned to look at the house elf.

Draco glanced at the elf contemptuously, "Yeah, I hate its name, it sounds like 'garbage'. You won't like it either, it's ugly and useless, if Lobi is like yours There's only one that looks better, so I might consider giving it an extra piece of bread. What's the name of yours - is it called Doudou?"

Eugenie curled her lips and said, "Call Dudu."

"Oh, it is what you call it. As slaves, they should always serve a family," Draco's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Traitor Dobby, saint Pote!"

Eugenie didn't say anything, and her silence seemed to Draco to mean that she didn't want to inquire about household matters.

Lobi was hit hard by the cane several times. He held his head in his hands, but the cane hit the areas he didn't protect. The bandage could no longer cover the bruises all over his body.

Lucius said to his son, "Draco, take the igniter under the crucible and turn it to maximum."

Draco did so.

Long flames swayed in his hand.

Lucius stared coldly at the disobedient Lobi, suddenly grabbed him by the back of his neck, and put his big unbandaged ear on the left side against the flames.

A few hairs on the house elf's ears were first burned into curly charcoal black, and then the ears were licked back and forth by tongues of fire amid the whining and burning smell.

Draco's hand holding the lighter shrank back and forth, the flames almost catching his own clothes.

While saying that house elves are trash, he is unwilling to do anything to hurt them with his own hands.

Draco had always contradicted himself.

It was not easy for Eugenie to say anything at this time. After all, this was really a family matter, and she could only take care of her own elves.

Lucius smiled like a mask, "Funny," he said, then took the lighter from Draco's stiff hands and put it on the table, causing severe burns and ugly blisters on Lobbie's left ear. All over the ears, yellow tissue fluid accumulates on the surface.

"What are you doing standing there? Put the medicine on it." He ordered the maker of the medicine.

"But, sir, a burn of this degree needs to be disinfected first—"

Lucius said angrily, "Are you saying that burn ointment can't cure burns?"

Just as Eugenie was about to speak, Snape took a step forward and said first, "Of course it can be cured, Lucius, but we'd better do what my students say, because this is just a burn ointment that meets household needs—— With all due respect, few people would mistake themselves for a steak being grilled over a fire.”