Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Huh? Secret door?" The small radar on the top of Cyril's head began to spin.

Snape threw a few test spells, and found that there was no danger, then he pushed his hairy head back and said, "Stand back with a sniff, I'll open it and have a look."

Cyril, who was pushed back with his head pressed, had to hold three Nixiu's and use his feet to block the remaining ones behind him, and then stood back with peace of mind.

"Are you going to use the alaho hole, Professor?"

"The brain is a good thing. I hope Mr. Mclean's next question will be a little technical. It is very dangerous and stupid to open closed rooms, especially unknown rooms, with alaho holes. Inappropriate abuse may cause spell rebound, or even large The magical resonance of the scale, activating a protective spell in the room or on something."

Snape explained seriously, while groping the stone walls on both sides of the fireplace with his hands.

"So are you looking for the button to open the door now?" Cyril quickly turned into a baby listening to the class carefully, and almost took a small notebook to take notes.

"I'm looking for traces of protective magic. The test just now can only prove that there are no evil spells on the secret door, but it does not rule out the existence of self-destructive protective spells."

"Oh. Do you need help then?"

"No... wait, you get this little monster off my foot." Snape shook his shiny dragon leather shoes in a vicious voice, trying to lick the smallest one lying on the shoe in a small area. get away.

"Okay." Cyril squatted down, pulled up the little one who was clinging to Professor Snape's shoe, and explained in a low voice: "Little baby, not all shiny things are treasures, you Be good first, I'll give you a Sickle later."

The super small Nixiu seemed to understand it, turned around obediently, pressed its two front paws on the robe on Cyril's chest, lay down on Cyril's chest and did not move.

"Okay." Snape said in a low voice.

"Boom!" There was a sound of stones rubbing against each other, and Cyril, who was squatting down, looked up and saw a dark door opening.

"How did you open it?"

"Use your brain."

"..."

Considering that he has been causing trouble for the professor since he woke up early in the morning, Cyril decided to be as quiet as a chicken and no longer refute.At the same time, he swallowed the praise of "full score in finding treasure skills, a must for adventure travel".

Don't be too embarrassing, Cyril silently warned herself.

The snuffers were very excited when the secret door was opened, especially the older snuffer. Under his leadership, they flew into the dark room like a group of runaway puppies, and they couldn't stop them.

Cyril followed the professor and had no choice but to light up his wand and walk in.Seeing that Xixiu is so excited, it is likely that there are gold and silver treasures in it.

However, the imaginary gold and silver treasures did not appear after entering. From a rough look, this is a very large and empty room.

Cyril lit the torch and kerosene lamp in the room, and the structure in the room became clear in an instant.

It looked like an abandoned office, and the room was old, with little furniture, the dusting spell had failed, and there was a thick pile of dust on it.

Judging from the furniture style and some vague decorations, it has a history of at least several hundred years.

I don't know why, I'm sure that I haven't been here before, but Cyril somehow feels a little familiar...

The most eye-catching thing in the whole room is a potion experiment table near the wall.There are a lot of experimental equipment and a wall of books and letters on it.Many appliances looked very high-end, and Cyril couldn't name them.

The moment Professor Snape entered the room, he occupied it at the speed of "Apparition".

The wizard took out a pair of gloves from nowhere, and after putting them on, he carefully flipped through the Potion Handbook on the laboratory table.

The snuffers were scattered around, hugging the bookcase in twos and threes or sniffing around the corner.

Cyril saw that the surroundings were surrounded by stone walls and rocks, and that the snuffers would not cause any damage for the time being, so he also followed the professor to look at the things in his hand.

Because the light was dim, it was only when we got closer that the professor, who had not made a sound since he came in, was shaking slightly.

"Professor?" Cyril asked softly.

Snape carefully put down the letter in his hand, slid his Adam's apple up and down several times, suppressed his emotions, and said in a trembling voice: "This... If I'm not mistaken, this is Lord Slytherin's own letter..."

"Ah? What!" Cyril gasped, gently removed the hands that were casually resting on the table in an instant, and immediately turned around to gather all the snuffers who were trying to get into the cabinet back to his side.

"This... this..." Cyril felt a little mysterious.

Didn't a piece of Hogwarts school history say that the offices of the Big Four were destroyed in a conflict between wizards? ? ?

He finally knew why this room seemed familiar to him... In the dream of the Room of Requirement, there was a flash of a fragment about it...

Just when the two were deeply shocked that they came to Slytherin's room by accident, a slight cough almost scared the two of them out of their wits.

Snape turned around and pulled Cyril almost roughly behind him.

"Hey, why are you nervous. Come to my room and use a wand on the master? Is this your etiquette now?" A lazy voice sounded in the room, judging from the direction of the voice, it was a wall on the side of the room.

But the walls were bare and there was nothing there.

In fact, looking at this wall in this way is a bit abnormal, because the remaining three sides of the room are more or less supported by furniture, and that wall is surprisingly empty.Not even a decorative picture was hung.

Decorative paintings! ! !

Cyril knew where the violation point was, the boy turned his head left and right, and then tilted his head again.Finally, he whispered to the professor who was still standing firmly in front of him: "Professor, that wall is a whole painting."

Hearing this, Snape slowly lowered the wand in his hand, and tilted his head accordingly.If you look carefully at the side seams and baseboards of the wall, it is indeed a complete picture frame.

However, this huge oil painting - let's define it as an oil painting for the time being, has no traces of painting at all...

Only the dusty walls are exposed outside.It looks very crude.

And most importantly, who is speaking?can't see anything...

Cyril was wondering when the wall changed.

The wall is like oil paint that has been melted with thinner, and a luxurious living room scene slowly appears, with leather sofas, tasseled velvet curtains, and a man sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine.

Familiar Rococo style clothes, at this moment Lord Slytherin looks more like a high-ranking vampire prince than a wizard.

"Don't be nervous, I allow you to stand and talk." Slytherin said flatly.

Hearing this, Snape quickly put away the wand in his hand, and saluted one of the Big Four, the founder of their academy.Cyril was glad that even though he was frightened to this point, his body's conditioned reflex still remained, and he followed the professor to pay respects in a dignified way.

The Slytherin in the portrait is the same height as a normal person, and looks very young, exactly the age in the memory spar.Obviously did nothing.To be precise, as a portrait, it obviously doesn't have any offensive power, but it is imposing, and just sitting there makes people a little breathless.

Cyril watched the giant cautiously from behind the professor, and saw that Lord Slytherin did not seem to take the initiative to speak while holding a red wine glass, so he finally couldn't help asking carefully: "Excuse me, Mr. Slytherin. Would you Your message, Lord Gryffindor, have you received it?" At this moment, he just wanted to know if this was Lord Slytherin from the memory spar.

Slytherin slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the talking boy. The green eyes gave people a breathtaking power.

Cyril felt that his little trick was seen through in an instant, and he stood at attention unconsciously, resisting the urge to rush out the door, and firmly looked at Slytherin.

"He knows."

After a while, Slytherin lowered his eyes again, and answered indifferently.

Even though it was only a few seconds, Cyril felt his back sweating layer after layer, and his legs were a little floating.

"That's good..." Cyril, who didn't know what to answer, or didn't dare to say more, murmured, which was a response.

"Are you the current head of Slytherin?" His Excellency Slytherin put down his wine glass and raised his pointed chin at Snape.

"Yes, sir." Professor Snape stood upright.

"Come closer and let me see...Let me guess whose descendant you are...Black hair, black eyes. Hmm...I see a lot of ambition and smell the blood of the potion...Prince of Potion Elf descendants of...Prince?"

Slytherin suddenly closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose, took a sniff, and slightly raised one corner of his mouth.Cyril felt more and more that the founder of his academy might have blood blood.

"My mother is from the Prince family." Snape's voice remained steady.

"Oh, it's a pity that he's a half-breed." Slytherin returned to his sofa, crossed his legs, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone.

Snape still kept his back straight and didn't make a sound.On the contrary, it was Cyril who suddenly felt that the aloof Lord Slytherin's words were a bit harsh, and frowned slightly.

"How did you choose such a dean, is there no one in the wizarding world?" Slytherin continued to speak harshly.

"I think it depends on strength." Snape replied neither humble nor overbearing.

If conditions permit, Cyril would like to applaud the dean.

At the same time, I couldn't help worrying that His Excellency Slytherin would be angry. It would be a disaster if the moody Hogwarts giant locked them and this group of Nifflers directly in this dark room in a fit of anger.

However, Lord Slytherin was not angry, quite the contrary.He seemed to be a little interested in the boring human beings in front of him.

"Oh? That's not bad. Power comes from the inheritance of blood. If you really have absolute power, then you will be a brand new blood. There is no conflict."

"I heard that you Princes are all potion idiots. You can read all the books I have here, and you can also collect them, but you know the rules."

Hearing this, Snape bowed again to thank him, and he was not polite, he turned around neatly and walked towards the experiment table, picking up the manuscript he hadn't read just now.Cyril followed behind desperately, trying to get to the professor to join in the fun.

In short, stay away from Lord Slytherin.

The giant is a bit scary, huh.

"Hey, little guy, don't go. We haven't finished talking yet."

Then, before he turned around and took two steps, Lord Slytherin's nightmarish voice sounded again.