Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril looked at the empty arms, raised his face and stared dumbfoundedly at the professor who hadn't had time to close his mouth completely.

Snape stared back with empty, black eyes.It looks like it wants to eat people.

Neither of them wanted to talk for a moment.

"Zhaocai is going to run away..." Doudou whispered in Cyril's ear.

at last.Snape drew out his wand, and resignedly cast the improved Tracking Charm again, summoning the three-dimensional map of Hogwarts.

The map shows that Xixiu followed the corridor to a place below, which seems to be a room.Cyril recalled that there should be no one living or using the classroom in the castle.

Cyril and Snape walked down the stairs, according to the map, feeling more and more secluded, even the portraits in the corridor became less.

"Professor, look, the money-making has stopped." Cyril leaned beside the professor, pointing to the bright purple dot on the three-dimensional map.

"Hmm." Snape took a look, took another two steps forward, and pushed open the door of an empty classroom.

The room was very dark, with an earthy smell that hadn't been used for a long time and a damp smell unique to the underground.

There was a little movement from inside.

Snape took out his wand and shielded Cyril with one hand behind his back.The slender fingers were lightly attached to the lips, making a quiet gesture.

The sorcerer waved his arm, and the lights turned on brightly in an instant, as if it were daytime, and the scene in the room was unobstructed.

Cyril couldn't describe the shock at this moment.Even Snape, who was always calm, was stunned for several seconds.

And Diandian, who has been as quiet as a chicken until now, squatting on Cyril's shoulder, finally couldn't help but say: "Wow, Cyril. We are going to make a fortune..."

The excitement of making a fortune was gone at all, Cyril just felt the blood vessels on his temples jumping out one by one, and his blood pressure was a little high.

Dilapidated classrooms, with cobwebs hanging, dusty desks and chairs, blackboards hooked obliquely on the walls, and...

Standing, lying down, sitting, stacked together, sniffing at each other.

Looking around, they seem to have crossed over to the base camp of Xixiu, and there are more than ten Xixiu here.

"Professor..." Cyril grabbed Snape's cuff, stuttering and not knowing what to say.

"As I recall, Niffler is a rare species?" Snape said dryly.

"I remember that too." Cyril broke down a bit.

One fortune-telling is already a headache, let alone more than a dozen. . .It's like stuffing a castle with huskies.

Zhaocai was mingling among the crowd at the moment, climbing back and forth nimbly, not annoyed that his hiding place was discovered, but seemed a little happy instead.

The large group of snuffers in this room is also different, timid by nature, none of them ran away when they saw people coming, they just stared at them vigilantly with their bright black eyes.

At this time, Zhaocai yelled twice, then walked closer to Xi Ruier and the professor, and suddenly began to do radio gymnastics warm-up exercises.

However, what is blinding to the eyes is that the dozen or so Nixiu also started to follow suit, not uniform, but absolutely serious and...funny...

Cyril seemed to see a group of chubby Nifflers dancing in the square.

After the first movement was completed, Zhaocai stopped, his two front paws were gently grasped together, and he looked at Cyril expectantly. The snuffers behind him also held their front paws, looking upright come over.

Cyril was poked at the cute spot, and hurriedly began to take out her purse.

"What... are they doing?" Snape, who had been silent all this time, asked.

"Um, Zhaocai and I were rehearsing the first event last night. Because I promised to give Zhaocai a Galleon for every movement I made, I guess Zhaocai told its companions, so..."

Although this matter was not difficult to do, but he explained it himself, and even the target was Professor Snape.Cyril felt very ashamed.

Snape turned around, stared blankly at the little troll behind him for a while, and finally turned his head back.

"Then what are you going to do now?" Professor Snape's voice was weak.

"Give it to them, you can't keep your word..."

Cyril stepped forward and gave them a Galleon one by one.The snuffers were very excited holding the Gallon in their hands, and gathered around Cyril in twos and threes.

"Professor, I might as well raise them together. I think they can be trained... Besides, it's too unsafe to raise so many Sniffers in za9 schools, although I don't know why Hogwarts suddenly There are so many more snuffers..."

Cyril's little face was full of hope, Snape glanced at the boy, turned his head, and looked down at the strange creature that daringly rushed to his feet.

Oh, forgot.This strange creature even stole his pocket watch not long ago.

"It should be your Niffler family, they all have a tuft of white hair on the back of their necks," Snape said thoughtfully.

"Really! So are you here to look for your relatives?" Cyril squatted down, and tentatively touched the smallest-looking Niuqi near his hand.

The little snuffling seemed to be touched very comfortably, and raised its neck slightly.Cyril understood, and stretched out two fingers to gently scratch its neck.

Of course, Sniff would not answer Cyril's question, but they showed their position with practical actions.

When Cyril stood up, they moved slowly together.

"I suggest you hand them over to the competition organizing committee, or anyone who raises magical animals. Sniffing is too destructive. I think your grandparents are suitable."

"I'll send it over...but I don't think it's now, I have a brilliant idea about the first item in the competition." Cyril's eyes flashed, he didn't know what he thought of, and he ticked off Hook the corners of your mouth.

"Whatever you want. But, you know my limit."

"Yes, professor, I will never make the mistake I made today again!" Cyril made a gesture of swearing.

Snape snorted hard from the sidelines.

"Then gentlemen and ladies, let's go back together. This place is not suitable for you to live in, and you can't find anything to eat. I promise not to separate each of you." Cyril greeted Zhao Cai and hugged it up.

This time, Zhao Cai was very obedient and well-behaved, found a comfortable position, and stayed quietly in Cyril's arms.

The rest of the snuffers ran to Cyril's feet and followed suit.

At this moment, Xixiu, who seemed to be the oldest, suddenly left the team, walked to a fireplace, screamed twice, and pawed at the dusty stone wall twice.

Snape's reaction was stronger than Cyril's, and he walked over directly holding his wand. He first carefully observed the fireplace that seemed to be in disrepair, then gently pressed his hands on both sides of the fireplace, and finally held up his wand and said : "This is a secret door."