Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Cyril turned around, he felt that he heard the "click click" sound of his cervical spine, and looked to Professor Snape beside him for help.

Snape patted him on the shoulder, shook his head, and said it was all right.

Cyril adjusted his expression, and greeted Slytherin with a serious face: "Your Excellency."

"Well. Come closer to me. I'm interested in your bloodline. What's your name? And your dean?"

"Cyril Maclean, my Master is Severus Snape, Your Excellency."

Cyril walked up to the Big Boss with no love in his life and no regrets about death.

Put your hands against the seams of your trousers, and stand upright in a military posture.

Lord Slytherin also took two steps forward, and... stretched out his hand.

A cold touch brushed over Cyril's forehead and settled on his chin.

Cyril was forced to look up halfway, with a look of seeing a ghost.

!!!

What kind of operation is this! ! !

How did he never know that the portrait could stretch out his hand out of the frame! ! !

"Oh. Cyril...keep this expression. Your dilated pupils tell me that your mother or...father is not of my race, but not a Muggle..."

The cold touch was fleeting, but Cyril felt the muscles in his back stiffen and cool down along the spine.I was too shocked to speak.

"Are you the little white fox in the Room of Requirement? So what are you? You don't look like a natural Animagus... Could it be a magical creature?" Slytherin continued to speak to himself .

"My mother is a white fox, an oriental white fox." Cyril replied concisely.

"Then it makes sense! No wonder...the perfect combination of the East and the West, then this candidate must be you!"

Slytherin walked back and forth twice, clapping his hands lightly.

A cabinet next to the wall opened in response, and a cowhide bag flew out from inside.

"Boom" fell into Cyril's arms.

"Take it. I have something here that I need you to do."

"Okay." Cyril grabbed the bag in his arms stiffly and looked back blankly.

"You're willing, aren't you?" Slytherin asked belatedly, not sincerely, back on the sofa.

"...It is a great honor, Your Excellency."

"Well, just call me Salazar. Gord, come out!" Slytherin tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, and turned back to shout into the depths of the painting.

"Here we come!" A clear voice came from deeper in the picture, and then a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes slowly walked out.

His coat was casually slung over his shoulders, he stretched his arms directly from the back of the sofa, turned over, and sat down beside Slytherin, carelessly put his arms on the back of the person next to him, and leaned forward Boss moved around.

"What's the matter, dear?"

"I want to find a non-blood inheritor. At least you can help me to see Basilisk first. I worry that it will take too long, and my old buddy will fall asleep."

Slytherin's tone was calm, but what he dropped was a heavy bomb.

The fried Cyril is a bit foggy.

Pass...the inheritor?

"Can he do it? Can't speak Parseltongue? That little pet of yours has a bit of a temper." Lord Gryffindor glanced at Cyril worriedly.

"He is the most suitable candidate. A descendant of wizards and the magical race of the East."

"Oh, what an accident! Then you want me to be a witness? Why don't you find your dean, wait... I see. Interesting, an accident among accidents!"

Lord Gryffindor looked at Snape who had turned around behind Cyril and stood quietly aside, showing a mischievous smile.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you said. Excuse me...?"

"Are you willing to be my inheritor?"

"...the inheritor?"

"Yes. I will teach you some knowledge and magic. At the same time, you also need to take some responsibilities. The most important thing is to protect Hogwarts and the blood of wizards. Don't force it, it's up to you."

Cyril looked back at Professor Snape behind him, Snape didn't show any expression, just looked at him and said softly: "It's up to you to decide."

"I am willing." Cyril replied, and then temporarily put the leather bag in his arms aside.

"Okay. Then you need to sign an inheritance contract with me. You do as I say. Gord..."

Slytherin stood up, took out his wand, and unbuttoned his cuffs, exposing his fair forearms.Gryffindor also walked over to Slytherin.

"You put your hand on Salazar's hand, like this." Godric pulled part of his body out of the painting, and at the moment he was grabbing Cyril's hand, and resting it on Salazar's palm.

After adjusting his posture, Godric said a lengthy incantation, and his light-colored wand gently slid across the overlapping arms.

Cyril found that red patterns appeared from the place where his and Salazar's palms met, like thorns grown from blood, spreading and spreading upwards little by little.

In the end, the entire arm that leaked out was covered with this flirtatious pattern.

As the pattern moved up, Cyril felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up, and his blood began to boil all over his body, and he faintly felt that the pattern seemed to extend all the way to his chest.

When he felt that his heartbeat was about to reach a peak, a cool breath started from his dantian and slowly wrapped his chest cavity, which was about to go beyond the echo, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal little by little.

"Repeat this mantra with me..."

Godric turned his head and demonstrated clearly to Cyril.

Cyril concentrated on it and repeated it.

Then Salazar followed suit.

For a moment, the light-colored wand, which had never left their arms, burst into a dazzling golden light, but within a few seconds, the golden light entered the touching hands of Cyril and Salazar.The red lines on his body before seemed to be alive and began to writhe in the depths of Jiji, and the color of the lines gradually became lighter until they disappeared.

The boy couldn't describe this feeling in words. He was like a device with new batteries installed. He was refreshed and felt full of strength from top to bottom.This kind of power is like what Salazar said before, and spreads to the whole body along the blood flow.

Cyril thought that signing the inheritance ceremony would be a long process.The result was just the opposite. It only took ten minutes before and after the extremely complicated spell.

"Okay." Slytherin slowly retracted his arms and said softly.

Cyril retracted his hand with a slow reaction, then turned it over and stared at his palm for a while.

"Salazar, do you feel the change in magic power?"

"No." Salazar pulled down his sleeves, fastened the cuff buttons, and said flatly.

"Oh." Cyril still looked at his arm over and over again, as if trying to find some flowers.

"You are the resonance of the two magical powers in an instant. Salazar has strengthened the power of the wizard part of your body, so you may not be able to adapt for a while."

Godric put away his wand and explained.

"It turned out to be like this...but actually I didn't feel bad. On the contrary, I feel that I am full of strength, very comfortable, and very energetic..." Cyril explained carefully.

"This is also one of the reasons for choosing you. Your special bloodline is the best for receiving bloodless inheritance. In your body, the two powers are well integrated together, which is a special magic balance When accepting inheritance without blood, the reason why many wizards cannot succeed is because they cannot bear the sudden surge of magic power. And your body has its own magic power conversion cycle, and your blood belonging to the East will supercharge your body The magic of the load shifts, without hurting you, and finally equalizes again."

Salazar explained it patiently.

Cyril nodded, expressing understanding.

"Then let's talk about the next plan. I think you don't mind your dean sitting down with you and listening."

"of course."

In the next second, a leather sofa exactly the same as the one on the mural appeared behind Cyril and the professor, and the room they were in was like a hundred house elves suddenly entered—the light changed, dust and spiders The nets were all gone, all the furniture looked brand new, and even the equipment on the potions experiment table was glisteningly clean.

It was only then that Cyril realized that the room they were staying in was symmetrical with the room where the murals Lytherin and Lord Gryffindor were staying.

This feeling is amazing, ignoring the differences between the characters is like sitting on the sofa and looking in the mirror.

Snape sat quietly next to Cyril.

"Before everything starts, let me say a digression. I have wanted to ask for a long time, why do you carry a group of snuffers with you?" Godric blinked his blue eyes with interest.

"Um...it's like this. I represent the school in the five-school league competition, and one of my tasks is to sniff..."

"Alliance of Five Schools? Sniff? Digging for treasure?" Godric exclaimed, his face full of expressions of "Is the IQ of the future people fed to the troll?"

"No, no, no, it was an accident... In short, Xixiu ran away and lost it. We searched all the way and found this place..."

"Oh, sniffing these creatures, the fastest way to tame them is to take gold coins. If you want to save trouble, throw more gold coins. Their instinct is irresistible. In other words, do you have enough gold coins? Salazar? Godric talked about it for a long time, then suddenly turned his head to the wizard beside him.

"Cyril, there are some gold coins and a key in the cabinet behind you, and they are all yours now." Salazar raised his chin lightly and said lightly.

"No, no need. I have enough gold coins..." Cyril said hastily.

"Just keep it if you give it to you. It's useless for us to keep it anyway. It's the private property of the two of us, and it's not included in the school's property."

Godric laughed out loud, stretched out his hand, and the door of the cabinet opened in response to the sound, surrounded in front of the cabinet, and everyone who had been quiet since the appearance of the big boss began to move around.

"Go over there, there is a small door on the back of the cabinet door, and the key should be inside." Salazar added and snapped his fingers.

Cyril didn't even have time to think about why Godric and Salazar's money was placed in Salazar's office. The sofa under him suddenly became two pieces, and the half of the sofa that belonged to him began to slide backwards and was about to hit When they got to the cabinet, they turned 180 degrees on the spot, the chair cushion bounced off, and the boy was sent straight to the opposite side of the cabinet.

The boy had no choice but to open the half-open cabinet door. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary wooden cabinet, with two lace shirts hanging randomly inside. After pulling the shirts open, there was indeed a hidden door behind. The door, on which hung a key that was evidently from Gringotts.

The small door didn't even have a lock, only a handle. The moment Cyril touched the handle, the dull handle took on a new look, and "clicked" to unlock it by itself.

Cyril held the key and the doorknob in his hand, and slowly opened the small private vault of the big boss...