Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Standing on platform nine and three-quarters watching the Hogwarts Express, the platform was bustling with crowds, animals and children of all colors flying together, the cries of people and animals matched with the roar of the steam engine of the Hogwarts Express, the scene was very lively.

Cyril grabbed the "noble suitcase" in his hand and couldn't believe that school just started like this.

"Baby, your clothes and daily necessities are in this box. I compressed it for you with a spell. You know what to do. Some food is in the Linglong Pavilion that grandma gave you. Is it safe for you?"

"It's in the pocket, Mom." Cyril stood aside obediently.

"My little Xi Rui, your father said that there is no phone at the school, so you should contact us at least once a week, and write more letters these days. We will go back after a while, and write what is missing in the letter. Let Ah Feng and Ah Hai carry it for you."

The corners of the mouths of both grandma and mother were tightly pursed, like Xinghe's eyes were full of reluctance and worry.

"If it doesn't work, come back. The old man will teach you personally." Grandpa squeezed his grandson's small shoulders fiercely.

"Son, you will like Hogwarts. Believe in Dad. If you have anything to do, you can owl us. If you have any problems that cannot be solved, you can also go to Severus, my friend. I greeted him, and he I should take the initiative to contact you." Benny squatted in front of his son and helped his son stretch his shirt collar.

"Remember what I told you, two things are inseparable: the wand and the bag."

"Remember, Benny."

"Come on son! See you at Christmas." Benny rubbed his son's little head fiercely and pushed him onto the train.

Cyril dragged his suitcase and walked in the corridor of the express. There were many students in the corridor, some of them were looking for the carriages and classmates, and some were talking together.Many senior students have changed into black school robes and ties of different colours.

He had heard from Benny that the academy's own black tie would change color by itself.

When reading at home, my grandfather also said that the red one looks better because it looks festive.

At that time, Benny's expression was indescribable, and he struggled for a long time to say: "In fact, green or blue are more suitable for his eyes."

Cyril secretly guessed that Benny must not have graduated from the red college, and maybe he had an ex-girlfriend who was studying in the red college.

Cyril himself thinks that the four colors are all good, the only problem is that if he enters the green college, he hopes that their wizard hats will not match the same color... Otherwise, his grandfather will definitely let him drop out of school if he sees it...

Thinking of dropping out of school because of the color of his hat, Cyril gave a silly smile.

Walking like a green pointed wizard hat, his footsteps stopped in one of the boxes. Cyril glanced in through the small window, and found that there was only a chubby little boy sitting in it. He looked about the same age and should be pretty. Easy to get along with.He knocked on the door and poked his head in.

"Hello! That... Excuse me? Can I... Can I sit here?" Cyril tried hard to ask a question that was fairly correct.

The little boy was startled, stared at Cyril for a long time and nodded hastily with puffy face, chattered a lot, the speed of speech was too fast and Cyril couldn't keep up at all, but the general meaning seemed to be okay.

So he nodded his thanks, put the box away with great effort, and sat down.

The round-faced boy sat across from Cyril and secretly looked at this overly handsome new classmate curiously. Neither of them spoke, and the carriage fell silent.

Cyril actually wanted to chat with his new classmates, but his mouth couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain, and his ears couldn't keep up with the speed of others' speech, so he had to keep his mouth shut tightly, feeling a little frustrated.

"Meow~~" A familiar meow sounded beside Cyril.

"Old Bao! Why are you here?!"

Cyril took out the chubby orange cat from the bag, and broke down a little.

"Meow~~" Laobao stretched on Cyril's lap as if he hadn't woken up, and opened his mouth wide to reveal his sharp teeth.

Cyril stood up abruptly, rushed out of the box with the old bag in his arms, and looked at the platform from the window in the corridor. Fortunately, he could see his family members standing together conspicuously from this position. Thank God they didn't leave, but Stand there and chat.

Ye Xiruier held the chubby orange cat with one hand and pushed the window upwards, shouting loudly:

"Benny! Mom!!"

The adults who were talking on the platform were taken aback, and they saw Cyril on the train holding the cat and shouting.

In a few seconds, a group of people appeared in front of him.

"Mom! The old bag got into my bag, fortunately I found it in time." Cyril said half complaining and half coquettishly.

"Meow~" The orange cat, who was being held upright with both hands, let out a soft cry with an innocent face.

Lin Jiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took over her cat.

"I didn't see him when I went out this morning. I thought he was somewhere wild. It turned out that he was hidden in your bag."

"Haha, it's a good omen for the cat to run into the bag! My dear grandson, study hard and come back after the holiday!" Grandpa's voice was like a bell.

When Cyril returned to the carriage, the express had already set off.The round-faced boy who was sitting inside before came in from Cyril, hesitant to speak.

"Excuse me... which language did you speak just now?" After all, they were half-old children, and they couldn't hold back their words.

"Chinese." Cyril popped out a word.

"So your mother is a wizard from China?" Xiao Yuanlian didn't care about Cyril's brevity.

"Correct."

"(*@ο@*) Wow~ Are Chinese wizards the same as here? Do they use magic wands? Do they also have their own wizarding school?" Xiaoyuan's face became excited, and the speed of speech became very fast, asking a bunch of crackling questions.

"Pa...Pardon?"

"..."

"My English is not very good... If you don't mind, please speak slowly? Thank you." Cyril tried to communicate with the little round face by uttering the most slick sentence he had said recently.

"It's okay! My name is Bowen Abbott (Bowen Abbott), you can just call me Bowen."

The little round-faced Bowen has a long memory this time, and he uses all the simple present tense and simple sentences, which is very considerate!

"Hi, I'm Cyril McLean, you can call me Cyril. My father is British and my mother is Chinese."

Cyril was very satisfied that his new friend finally gave him a chance to introduce himself. (Thanks to Miss Ma for setting up introduceyouself at the beginning of each semester, it’s just handy!)

"It's so cool!" Bowen sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The two children slowly began to stumble and communicate.Bowen told Cyril that he had a younger sister, Hannah, who was six years younger than him, and that Cyril was so envious of him.

Merlin knew how much he wanted a little sister!

Along the way, the two shared their snacks and chatted in English (only Cyril was not fluent), and quickly established a revolutionary friendship.

"Syril, do you know? I was so nervous when you first entered the box." Bowen tore open a chocolate frog and bit his head away, mumbled.

"Nervous? Why?" Cyril was pouring all of Bibi's multi-flavored beans into his hands, carefully selecting which one looked barely edible without raising his head.

"You looked quite a Slytherin nobleman when you walked in, here!"

Bowen slips Nico Flamel's card from the Chocolate Frog box to his new friend.

"Slytherin... what?"

"Master, uh, it's the nobleman...forget it." Bowen shrugged casually when he saw his new friend still looking dazed.

"Is Slytherin bad?"

"Uh... just some of them are not very good, but they are all quite proud."

Afraid that Cyril would not understand, Bowen demonstrated it himself: he raised his chin, stared at him through his nostrils and rolled his eyes.

Then Cyril's mind flashed "Greasy Benny" in Diagon Alley.

"..."

Thinking that Benny never seemed to tell him which academy he was from, Cyril was in a delicate mood.