Not far from the Greenhouses lies a path leading downhill, ending at a cellar door. Opening it, you'll find a stone hallway that opens up into a circular room with a curved ceiling. The Alchemy classroom is filled with the scent of herbs and earth, and the slight smell of something unpleasant that students don't want to name. Long worktables scarred by heat and age, stretch across the room, each neatly equipped with mortars, pestles, cauldrons, and vials. Shelves line the walls, stocked with jars of dried leaves, roots, powders, and animal parts that may make students squirm if they look too long. A small variety of potted magical plants reaches toward the high, arched windows beside botanical sketches and centuries-old notes pinned to the walls.