The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Professor, Do You Know Chickens and Rabbits in the Same Cage?

The silver-white unicorn horn powder was sprinkled into the crucible at an inclination of about 30 degrees from the square wax paper used for weighing.

Sissy then flicked the stencil to make sure that no fine powder remained on it and caused errors.

The silvery white, which looks like the incarnation of the holy and pure, softened and melted in the warm solution, as if crushing the starlight in the sky.

Under the light control of the wand, the potion slowly rotates clockwise.

The mistletoe berries, which have been removed from the exocarp and ground into pulp, need to be added from the center of the rotation. Along the spiral from the inside to the outside, slow down and stir against the shallow vortex. The components are integrated into one, exuding a leisurely A light fragrance of tranquility.

After midnight, the snow fell like a flower, and the stars and the moon were covered by cold clouds.

Sissy was warm while guarding the cauldron, but unconsciously she yawned and burst into tears.

It will be fine right away, it's too wasteful to use refreshing medicine, and you have to use sleeping medicine to fall asleep just after you wake up, not to mention, it's double waste.

Sissy pressed both sides of the bridge of her nose. In ancient times, there was a cantilevered buttock. You can't lose the fine tradition of the sons and daughters of flower growers. Let's not prick the thorns. After all, it hurts too much. It's okay to pinch your legs hard.

Now this body has been pretty good, and she doesn't have any symptoms of discomfort to her soul, but she may be too young to stay up late to process the progress of the data volume as before.

There is no room for carelessness in preparing the potion. It takes a lot of energy to complete the task. Sissy lay down on the bed with her dizzy head in her hands, and she just pulled the quilt a few times before she stopped moving.

Exhausted, really.

After sleeping for an hour or so, her head seemed to be rested enough to resume activity. Sissy was thinking about being forced to work overtime to make potions, and she had a lot of talk in her dream.

Of course, it was Dumbledore.

Get the same salary, no overtime pay, just do free work, and save the cost of purchasing medicine for the school.

In a few years, will I still have to take my spare time to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, where the corridors are full of dust, and to hold meetings at both ends of Malfoy Manor, where there are no candles, with my head pinned to my waistband?

Lupine's wolfbane potion probably won't be left behind either.

Give a pinch of grass to produce a carload of milk, even the cows in the production team can't do this.

Change to someone with a weaker body, and you don’t have to wait for the noseless bald brat to do it, and you will die suddenly...

Sissy woke up cursing, and then thought about it in a half-drowsy state, as if there was something to be thankful for.

That is, the professor didn't seem to have received the task of watching Quirrell this year, and sometimes he would stare at the garlic head, but as far as she knew, not many times.

With Dumbledore's prudent temperament, he obviously would not choose to sit idly by and let a potential threat go. Maybe it was his conscience that made him go into battle?

It should be--it shouldn't be.

I can’t figure it out, forget it, I’ll make up for it later.

Say Dumbledore, and Dumbledore will be there.

A dazzling silver light broke in suddenly through the stone wall, and the flowing bright silver was like the burning moonlight.

The phoenix formed by the light group folded its wings and brought Snape a message from Dumbledore - a request to arrange a level.

The patron saint ended the task of conveying information, without giving a chance to refute, he dispersed without wind.

"It's suitable for Miss Granger, and the front and rear checkpoints need to be separated to ensure that only Potter can move forward."

Looking at the requirements, there are a bunch of trial levels in front of children playing house, and the difficulty suddenly soars in the end, so Potter has to face it...

No, even if he loses almost all his power, Voldemort is not something a first-year kid can handle.

What's more, he has no talent, no learning, no skills, and no ability to protect himself.

I only know how to break the rules all day long, wandering around the school regardless of time, and always think that with the false name of my savior, I can overcome all dangers, and immediately join the high-risk sport Quidditch after defeating the trolls, all right To give someone else the opportunity to kill him is simply desperate.

It's already like this, but you still need to exercise your courage. Do you think he didn't die fast enough?

And is there really a way to ensure safety in the plan?

What are you thinking, Dumbledore, of persuading me to protect him, but going to great lengths to arrange for him to risk himself.

Snape's ten fingers crossed unconsciously in front of him, his obsidian eyes dimmed a little, and the waves in his eyes couldn't be seen.

After finishing her sleep, Qianqian felt refreshed, and rubbed her lower eyelids to get up.

When she looked up and saw the glass bottle on the table, she suddenly clicked.

Last night, oh no, I simply finished the task this morning and forgot to hand over the result to the desk.

There is always a feeling that the homework is obviously finished, but you still work hard and stay up late to write it, but forget to put it in the schoolbag.

She pouted and went out with the bottle in her arms, only to see the serious and weird expression on the professor's face. She didn't know if she was angry or not, and the atmosphere around her was also somewhat dull.

Before she had time to think about it, her gaze fell on the slightly curly black hair that suddenly became fluffy overnight, and she immediately fled guiltily.

It's over, let her speak out yesterday.

Even if you are beaten, you have to stand at attention. It is not a hindrance if you get hit twice on the head, and you are not stupid.

Sissy paused for a while, and went without any psychological burden.

"It's all done. There's still a small part of the unicorn horn left over this time. I'll put it in a small jar and put it in the storage room later." There was anticipation waiting to be praised in his tone, even though he knew that Not too possible.

They have all done white jobs for the school hospital, and they can't be ashamed to ask for the extra little savings!

Snape slowly put a question mark on his face.

finished?

No... That's not what he meant, he just wanted Sissy to do the preprocessing, and he just finished all the work.

Is this to teach the apprentice to kill the master in idleness?

But at that time, the materials were not complete. She didn't really think that she would punish her for a few words, but she misunderstood so stupidly.

It's my fault that I was holding back some anger and didn't speak clearly, no, I didn't say anything, just left and left.

It's his fault.

Snape found out the standard ingredient that was not given to her yesterday, and without explaining the reason, he only asked with concern, "Are you sleepy, do you want to go to bed?"

"No need, it's already resurrected with full blood." Sissy replied with a blink of an eye.

"You're not dead, don't say that you can't be resurrected." Snape's eyes were fixed on her suddenly.

"I'm sorry professor."

The atmosphere froze for a while, and Snape relaxed his eyes and asked, "At your age, what kind of thinking problems can you usually understand? It has nothing to do with magic."

How old is she now?

That is, the fifth grade of elementary school.

So she thought for a while and said, "Chickens and rabbits share the same cage, and cows eat grass, right?"

Snape:  …

What is she saying?

Anyway, he has also been exposed to Muggle life, but why can't he understand it?