The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

In the past, Sissy must have spent the Sundays reluctantly, but this time it was different.

She was full of energy early in the morning, and first ran to the school gate to find the mail. Hagrid once said that he had taken all the packages from the Muggle family and put them there, but unfortunately he didn't see his own.

Maybe the international mail will not be delivered so quickly, Sissy thought so, so she wrote a letter by herself, and sent it along with a few gadgets that the Weasley brothers had given her.

"Uncle, how long will it take to send it to Germany?"

"Huh? International mail will have to wait until the day after tomorrow." The uncle in the mail room looked up and replied without thinking.

So fast?This was beyond Sissy's expectation. Does the package in the magic world not need to pass inspection?

"But if it is sent from home, it will be slow. You need to wait for the local Muggle post office to slowly deliver the package to the hidden collection point set up by the Ministry of Magic." Uncle heard her that it was from a Muggle family, and patiently explained Timeliness issue.

Qianqian thought to herself, the express delivery abroad is slower, so she will wait a little longer. The efficiency of the magic world is high, and the letter will arrive quickly when it is sent home. When it is received there, it will definitely reply.

Sunday passed extraordinarily long. According to the agreement, Sissy had no plans to read a book. She practiced the Transfiguration spell, went to the greenhouse, and tried the Fire spell and the Cutting spell from memory.

She even used the cutting spell to cut the valerian into small pieces out of boredom. The sun still hadn't set, so she decided to open the pot in a fit of anger, and made more than [-] bottles of forgetting potion in a row, and she didn't stop until she ran out of materials.

Most of them are of perfect quality, but Sissy is a little impatient today, and occasionally there are flaws in the control, causing the quality to sometimes drop to high-end.

The bottles of beautiful light green medicines were arranged neatly in front of her. Seeing that the quality of some of them was obviously not good, Qianqian couldn't help frowning.In fact, no matter how proficiently she mastered the preparation method, there was no room for distraction when making potions.

Back in the dormitory, Sissy quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, Voldemort's grimace haunted her, and he sprayed a big mouthful of black mist at her.

Her body was shrouded in black mist, and then the mist turned into a black hand, holding her tightly, the feeling of suffocation and fear hit her, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get away...

"Sissy, Sissy, what's wrong with you, wake up, you're going to be late!" An anxious voice came from Helen's ear.

Sissy broke free from the dream and opened her eyes with difficulty.It was clearly a nightmare, but she really felt that her chest was heavy, as if she had been pressed by a stone for a long time.

"This Voldemort who killed thousands of knives disturbed my slumber, let's see how I deal with him this afternoon!" Sissy clenched her little pink fist, and secretly vowed that he would repay him double.

Herbal medicine class in the morning was very relaxed. Professor Sprout was wearing patched clothes and was kind to the students. Her body exuded a scent of earth, which smelled very comfortable.

During the lunch break, the small notepad inside Sissy's robe vibrated three times, and it was about to start.

She took two steps away with an excuse, and a line of small words appeared on the notebook: "5 minutes later, in the corridor outside the classroom, prepare to do it."

"Received", Sissy took out a pen to write down the reply, and then tapped lightly on the notebook three times.

She pretended to be nonchalant, and walked towards the classroom with her roommates, deliberately walking slowly along the way, and got stuck in about 5 minutes.

Peeves flew back and forth in the castle, croaking and laughing loudly.The students don't find it strange either, this kind of thing can be seen almost several times a day.

On the way, Sissy saw Fred and George, and the three of them hurriedly crossed their eyes, knowing what to expect.

The faint smell of garlic gradually approached behind her. Sissy was walking in the middle of the corridor. She accidentally slipped her hand and dropped her books and homework on the floor. For this reason, she brought some scattered papers, even if her roommates helped pick them up. It also takes time.

The crowd had to bypass her, the corridor was slightly congested, and Quirrell had to walk forward in small steps.

At this time, Peeves flew down from the sky, roared past the crowd on other floors, knocked down a few randomly selected lucky spectators, and scattered a few improved ghost fires, which quickly caused commotion.

"It's so loud, you really deserve to be the leader of Pippi." Sissy admired secretly.

The students in the corridor stopped to look at more and more commotions, wondering what Peeves was up to this time.

However, it will soon be their turn, this is the main battlefield!

Peeves quickly passed over their heads, randomly sprinkled a small amount of granular ghost fire, and when flying over Quirrell's head, he gave a lot of it very politely. The whole set of movements was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, without any trace of targeting .

With Peeves' previous suggestion, the Weasley brothers modified it overnight. The improved version of the ghostly fire particles are loose but not scattered. When falling at a certain speed, the moment it touches the surface of the object, it will turn into a very fine powder again. Wider coverage and better visual effects.

The disadvantage of doing this is that the burning time is shortened by half, and the effect is only 5 minutes, but the flame is obviously more prosperous, and people who don't know it will not notice the existence of fine powder at the root of the flame.

"Damn it, what a new trick this is!"

The lucky student who was selected panicked and swat the weird blue flames on his robes. The castle was in a state of chaos and excitement, and Peeves' shrill laughter was drowned out.

It's time, Sissy cleared her throat, pointed at Quirrell in panic and screamed: "No, Professor Quirrell's head is on fire!"

In the chaos, there were still many people around who heard her yelling. Quirrell covered the scarf with one hand and shook his head vigorously, but the scarf was so thick that he couldn't see the situation above.

The two Weasley brothers rushed out at the right time, pushing the crowd and squeezed hard, stretched out their legs in the confusion, and knocked Quirrell, who was shaking his head, to the ground.

How could Sissy miss the golden opportunity, the nightmare at night filled her with resentment, and she squeezed into the crowd.

The students frantically took out their textbooks and tried to extinguish the flames, but the eerie fire didn't diminish at all, instead it was burning more and more vigorously.

As expected, even if the turban caught fire, Quirrell still clung to it tightly, nails digging deep into it.

"Oh, you're so dedicated, I forgive you for not taking it off!" Sissy glanced at him viciously, and no one in the chaotic crowd would pay attention to her expression at the moment.

Quirrell was so squeezed that he couldn't stand up, lying on his side on the ground, his hands were tightly clutching the scarf, and he couldn't support himself with his arms.

"You were the one who hit you, bastard!" Sissy, like everyone else, picked up the thickest book in her hand—it was "The Medicinal Value of Fantastic Beasts" that she borrowed from the library a few days ago.

The potions books of the same level belong to the herbal medicine and animal books, which are the most difficult. Just find one that is as thick as a hamburger. Usually, Sissy feels heavy when picking up a book. effortless.

With a muffled "bang", it hit Quirrell hard on the back of the head.