The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy nodded solemnly. It is good to eat more hot food. Frequent consumption of raw and cold food is not necessarily a good thing for the wizard's body. You must always pay attention to health preservation.

It's a pity that although the elves have studied the dishes of various countries, they will only show their skills at large banquets. After all, there are relatively few opportunities for Chinese food to appear on weekdays.

Otherwise, you can have a bowl of hot porridge in the morning, or steamed buns with soy milk and fried dough sticks, and fried egg pancakes are also good...

It's been a long time since I ate it, I miss it.

Sissy shook her head and sighed. It's not that she dislikes the craftsmanship of the elves, but that although the western dishes are delicious, they lack some unique charm after all.

Sitting in front of the desk, Xu Shi's surroundings are too quiet, and strange thoughts in her head always come out at this time.

"When you live a peaceful life in the future, if you have a chance to recruit a few elves, send them to study hard, and come back to open a Chinese restaurant in Diagon Alley."

"Hey, a plate of stir-fried vegetables in the British Muggle world can sell for more than ten pounds. Wouldn't it be better to use magic to improve it and earn Galleons directly?"

Sissy thought happily, whether she earned Galleons or not was secondary, the main thing was her own greed.

If Snape knew what she was thinking now, he would never have taught her the Freeze Charm again.

A serious spell, which is only used to preserve high-grade potion ingredients, this guy is only thinking about how to use it to make money and get food.

Isn't this going to piss people off?

For young wizards who have just entered school, their spells usually can't last for a few hours. Even if Sissy has some blood talent, they can only last for a few days at most, and it is far from enough to exert the preservation effect.

Let her bring food just because the food changes very quickly, it is easy to see whether the spell is in place.

The deterioration of potion is a slow process, using precious medicinal materials as practice items, the practice cycle is too long, and doing so is really wasteful.

But such a reasonable arrangement made Qianqian go astray involuntarily.

Even if she knew the true function of the spell, she only wanted to use it to retain the heat and aroma of the food and make it more delicious.

After Halloween, the temperature began to take a sharp turn for the worse.

Almost every morning, you can see a vast expanse of whiteness wherever you look.

It's not that it's snowing, it's just that the mist condenses into frost on the grass and trees, and the whiteness will melt away when the sun rises.

The Forbidden Forest in the distance looked gray, and the hoarfrost would not subside there until noon.

Sissy put on her winter cloak and fastened the silver buttons on her chest, which would keep her warm.

Hagrid's hut was close to the Forbidden Forest, so the temperature was naturally lower than in the castle. He was wrapped in a moleskin coat and put on rabbit fur gloves.

Even the boots were made of beaver fur, lined with fine and soft fur, making them warm and comfortable to step on.

If it weren't for the rough style, the clothes made of these materials must be expensive in the store.

Harry carried out crazy extra training under the leadership of Wood.

The Quidditch season is approaching, and new players like him need to hurry up and adapt to the changes in the weather.

Even if it snows, as long as the weather is not too bad, the game will not be postponed, it depends on the players' ability to adapt to the field environment.

Of course, they will find a way to keep the snow from piling up on their heads.

"Harry, Ron," Sissy hurriedly found them in the restaurant the day before the game. If they had waited until tomorrow, Harry would have gone to the players' locker room early.

"And Miss Granger, nice to meet you."

"Hermione Granger." Hermione held out her hand.

They also met in class, although Sissy didn't often appear in their class, how could they not know Sissy's name.

Ron cleared his throat and said aside, "Sissy, since the troll incident, Hermione has helped Harry and me a lot, and she doesn't care much about violating school rules."

Not too concerned about violating school rules?Has co-authorship become a necessary criterion for joining a group? Yes, the future is bright. Snape will applaud you all if he knows.

Sissy smiled and shook hands with Hermione, and she saw that there were still two homework books on the dining table.

"I think Hermione must be helping you answer your questions. It's a pity that you are not assigned to Ravenclaw for working so hard during meal time."

Ron blushed, "It was Hermione who asked us to do this. She didn't think we should waste time foolishly while eating."

"But she never allows us to read her homework or tell the answers directly. I often feel that she has the posture of Professor McGonagall."

Harry was worrying about how to correct the mistakes he had just pointed out. He was very busy recently. Thanks to Hermione's help, the correct rate of homework has improved a lot, so he doesn't need to go back and forth to make corrections.

Sissy nodded in satisfaction.

Well, that's fine, that's all for now.

"Hermione, to be honest, I think you should stay as a professor after graduation, so that you may become the youngest female professor at Hogwarts, and can stand up to that fellow Snape."

"I'm not interested. After graduation, I hope to enter the Ministry of Magic, and then gradually become a minister after years of accumulation."

Ron opened his mouth for a moment, and finally said, "Well, it seems that your dream is even bigger, maybe you and my old-fashioned brother Percy will have a lot in common—he also wants to work in the Ministry of Magic. serve."

"Ron, it's inappropriate for you to say that." Harry hurriedly covered his mouth, isn't that a way of saying Hermione is rigid.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean that. I want to say that your dream is really good. I don't even have such a great idea." Ron struggled to break Harry's hand and explained remedially.

Hermione smiled and didn't care, but turned to look at Sissy and asked seriously: "Cissy, what do you want to do in the future?"

She must have great ideals!

A descendant of Ravenclaw, she was favored by Snape when she first entered school, and caused several disturbances in the school. Her ideal is definitely not as simple as a mere Minister of Magic.

Sissy raised the plate in her hand, looked at Hermione's expectant expression, and said truthfully, "Maybe, is it to open a Chinese restaurant in Diagon Alley?"

That's what she really thinks now. As for more things, to be honest, she didn't think about them at all.

Just Voldemort and her own inexplicable physique are enough for her to drink a pot, and she has no time to think about what happened after that.

what?

Hermione stood there blankly, with an incredulous expression frozen on her face.