Hogwarts pet owl

The tauren's horns look very similar to those of a bull;

Only the outer skin is peeled off, and the cutin inside is completely jade-white.

Errol looked at Snape,

Snape looked at the minotaur's horns cut into cubes on the table.

Then everyone and the bird looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Where did you get it?"

"Boom!"

[Commercial Confidential, Professor Snape. 】

Snape curled his lips.

He didn't expect that this wise owl would actually get the tauren's horn.

As a potion master, he actually wanted to try some potions that had become extinct due to lack of raw materials.

"I remember I told you that if the tauren's horn works, then the potion masters of all generations will not let the magic potion be lost!"

[That's because none of those Potions Masters is named Severus Snape. 】

"Hmph, it's useless even if you flatter me. I won't make an attempt that will definitely fail."

As he said this, the corners of Snape's mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, not much, but enough for Miss Owl to notice.

【professor! Just give it a try! I have seen this tauren with my own eyes. He is strong and full of energy! Maybe its horns can have a little effect? 】

"Are you questioning the judgment of your Potions Master?"

Snape's raised corners of his mouth lowered again,

"Hmph, your confinement will be doubled this month. You will come to my place for confinement from 7 to 10 every night! The confinement will continue on weekends!"

Miss Owl didn't know which of Snape's switches she touched, and why she reacted so violently - Lily, Mudblood, Harry Potter, half-blood, Voldemort, James Potter...she didn't know any of these sensitive words. explain!

But when Errol saw the prepared materials and the recipe list for the magic potion on the table in Snape's office the next night, she couldn't help but complain:

Old arrogant!

"Drink it!"

Snape placed a bottle of potion in front of Errol,

"This is a strength-enhancing potion. You will have to brew the potion for a long time, so don't die on the console."

Errol believed in Snape, so she picked up the potion with her mage's hand and poured it all into her mouth.

But believe it, believe it, you still can’t let go of those who deserve to be complained——

The medicine Snape took was really bitter!

……

Errol started to brew the medicine.

This was her first time brewing a magic potion, and there was nothing she could learn from it.

However, I have been following Snape for quite some time, and I have learned a lot of ways to handle potions.

The owl was brewing the potion in an orderly manner. Snape seemed to be busy with his own things, but he would always launch a venom attack when Errol made a mistake:

"If you dare to put so much dried tidal fish powder in, your pot of potion will no longer be potion, but a bowl of fish soup, you greedy man!"

"It seems that I overestimated your IQ, owl! Who taught you this? Are your mage hands disabled? All the mixing in the recipe that is not specifically stated will default to a large circle! You little Are the two circles preparing to curse someone?"

"Don't move, idiot! Wait until the temperature drops a little! If you put the intestines of the fire sea urchin in now, I guarantee that the pot of medicine will explode all over you! I have class tomorrow and I will definitely not attend your funeral!"

"Don't tell me that I taught you the potion when you go out in the future! I can't afford to disgrace that person!"

——The rhetoric is fierce, but the progress is significant.

Errol, who has an eye for analyzing reality, definitely belongs to the kind of genius who is "excellent".

But if she had not experienced enough hardships in Shifang Continent, under Snape's poisonous tongue at this moment, she would probably lose confidence and be at a loss.

……

……

Over the next month, Errol was exhausted.

You have to go to class during the day and spend time with your brothers and sisters appropriately;

Make potions at Snape's before ten o'clock, sometimes working overtime until midnight;

After finishing the potion, he still has to complete four times the homework of other little wizards.

She is an eleven-year-old owl, the kind that is about to die of old age!

With such an intense workload, the professors at Hogwarts are simply unworthy of human beings!

In addition to the History of Magic, which is recognized as a super golden course that is good for sleeping,

Errol's favorite class was actually Gilderoy Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Apart from the fact that she was unhappy with having her as a subtitler, everything else was perfect!

Because under her sharp tongue, Lockhart promised to give her a "performance fee" of five silverscore per class!

This is quite a lot, equivalent to seventeen months of Ron Weasley's pocket money!

Oh, and don't forget, Errol also runs the Hogwarts Housekeeping Society.

With the promotion of business, the domestic service agency has received more and more orders.

Flabby said that he is just a house elf who loves to work, and dealing with complex business affairs is not what he is good at.

So, handling customer complaint letters, satisfying customers' strange requests...things like this all fell on Errol's head.

With twenty-four hours a day, Errol has very little rest time.

On October 10st, the old owl finally became overwhelmed and collapsed.

End……

What a ghost.

To fall is to fall, but to die is not to die.

After lying in the infirmary for a week and receiving countless gifts and snacks, Errol was discharged from the hospital.

The professors also realized that the classes they had given Errol were too heavy.

This child seems to have already absorbed most of his energy by brewing potions and managing the housekeeping service club. In fact, he doesn't need any additional homework.

As a result, Miss Owl finally got the same intense after-school homework as other little wizards——

It's just that the intensity is the same, because what Errol has learned is obviously a big version ahead of the first-year students.

As far as brewing potions is concerned, magic-enhancing potions are an area that even graduated students cannot easily get into.

……

On the night when "Madam Poppy Pomfrey's seal" was lifted,

Errol came to Snape's office,

There were no materials or tools on the table, only a bottle of potion with a mysterious purple luster.

Errol tilted her head, very puzzled.

"Boom!"

【professor? This is? 】

"I helped you brew the potion, drink it quickly!"

Snape's tone was full of impatience,

"Idiots who can tire themselves out will never come here again! Stupid owls will only be an eyesore to me!"

Errol had long been accustomed to Snape's style and didn't take it too seriously. The lifting of the confinement was a good thing at any rate - maybe Snape felt that he had already mastered it?

The mage's hand brought the potion to his eyes.

In the purple liquid with little stars, it seems that the universe is rotating.

In the eyes of reality analysis, the magic power content in this bottle of potion is astonishing, and it is extraordinary in every aspect.

Without any hesitation, Errol drank the potion in one gulp.

Snape didn't seem to care, but in fact his peripheral vision was always on Errol, and he didn't even notice that the liquid material he was bottling spilled out of the bottle.

At the entrance of the potion, a line of coolness refreshes the heart and spleen.

Then his chest seemed to be ignited with flames, and raging magic power flowed to every part of his body.

Errol opened her mouth, but no sound came out. A magical light overflowed from her golden pupils.

Snape shook his head. After drinking the magic potion recorded in the book, the magic power will be very restrained.

It is extremely abnormal for Errol to have magic power flowing out of her eyes.

To put it bluntly, the effect of the potion does not match the records——

They failed.

"Gah..."

"Gah..."

"Gah..."

Errol opened her mouth and gasped loudly. She felt like her throat was like a broken bellows.

After a long time, she gradually regained her composure.

One person and one bird looked at each other.

"Collapse!"

【Fainted to the ground! 】

Red beams of light collide with each other,

After less than half a second of stalemate, Snape's spell defeated Errol's and flew straight towards the owl.

Errol was well prepared, fluttered her wings and flew up, avoiding the curse.

[Professor, how are you? 】

Errol looked at Snape expectantly - of course, this was what Errol thought she was looking forward to. In fact, Snape could only see the blankness on the owl's face.

"effective,"

Snape's expression was complicated.

"Your magic power has increased by 10% compared to before, which is slightly lower than the average magic power of a second-year wizard."

All the feathers on Errol's body drooped.

The potion is effective,

But limited.

She was still at least four years away from learning the Animagus.