Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The Sirius potion is not so bad that it is terrible to look at, after all, he has been an Auror once.

It's just that Dagou, who escaped from prison with a torrent of anger, didn't care about recalling the side effects of Mo Nan's gel.

It was only when he was paralyzed in Xavier College that he remembered this fact belatedly.

"So you said your friend's child might be in danger, and then you had to rush over to save him." Charles looked at the dog in front of him with sympathetic gray-blue eyes.

Sirius flicked his tail in the affirmative.

"Understood, but tricky. But we can make a plan. I think the first thing to do is to solve the problem of your identity... Are there many people like you out there?"

"We are all wizards. There are probably thousands of people in the UK. As long as I catch that traitor, I can get my revenge and go see poor little Harry." Sirius' angry voice echoed in Charles's mind.

"I think we can help you. Riven has trained a new batch of X-Men, and we don't mind doing justice if necessary. Eric, you'll be with us, right?"

Charles, the manipulator of the wheelchair, turned around, his gray-blue eyes staring straight at the man standing upright beside him.

When Eric was called out by Charles today, he just casually wore a gray bottoming T-shirt and dark trousers, but he stood there with a chilling demeanor. The hem of the T-shirt was tucked into the trousers casually, and the thin waist and straight back were very conspicuous.

Eric moved his cold eyes away from the big black dog, and Charles' eyes met, the green and blue irises reflected each other's figures.

"Yeah." Eric responded and turned his eyes away, and turned his gaze back to the opposite side, where Hank was measuring the black dog's body data.

"What's his name?" Eric asked critically.

"Sirius Black," Charles replied.

"Really... image. Black, when will you be able to return to your human form?"

Charles looked at the big dog, and Sirius raised one of his front paws to Hank in cooperation, and groaned in his heart: "I don't know. I feel that the magic power is weak now, and it will probably be better for a week."

"He said at least a week."

"Then let's go to Ruiwen in a while, and find a chance to go to England to verify what Mr. Black said."

"Then Mr. Hank's body needs your attention." Charles slid to Hank's side and patted his arm.

Hank nodded a little shyly, hastily stating that he has no problem here.

"Then I'll push our great professor to have some dinner first, and see Hank later, and...Mr. Black.": Eric walked over in two steps, put his hand on the back of Charles' chair, and led the people away Medical room.

Black rested his head on his front paws, and flicked his tail faintly in response.

The situation in England was not so optimistic. Dumbledore left the table in a hurry before finishing his breakfast.His temples were throbbing now, straight out of Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic.

When Cyril got the newspaper scheduled for today, he didn't have time to open it and take a look, and saw the professor who left angrily almost at the same time as Dumbledore.The boy glanced at the time. It was half an hour before Professor McGonagall's transformation class. He hurriedly explained to the first-year little Mao Mao, grabbed his schoolbag and chased him out.

Along the way, he casually browsed the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and Cyril didn't know where he had the impulse to follow the furious professor all the way, so he followed the office.

Snape didn't even ask what he was doing next, he threw the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table next to the sofa chair, and loosened his neckline fiercely.

Cyril spontaneously walked to the glass cabinet, opened the cabinet door, took out a wide-mouth crystal glass, looked at the inventory, and asked softly: "Whiskey, rum or brandy?"

"Hennessy." Snape slumped on the sofa, casually waved the wand in his hand, conjured up a footstool, and put his legs on it for the first time.

A lock of black hair on his forehead fell down casually because of his movements, just blocking his left eye, leaving a small shadow on his face, the wizard's expression was dim, and his whole body was radiating outwards With black air.

Cyril filled the crystal glass with one-fifth of the wine, put the bottle back into the cabinet, and closed the cabinet door with a "click".

He didn't hand the glass to Snape immediately, but held the bottom of the glass himself, shaking the liquid in the glass gently with downcast eyes.

The amber liquid swirled back and forth in the crystal cup, just like the wizard's turbulent emotions at the moment.

"Here." Putting the wine glass into the professor's hand, Cyril sat aside spontaneously, picked up the newspaper, and carefully read the text on the back.

The papers were the main theme as usual - preaching the Ministry's shock at the prisoner's escape and the urgency of an active arrest.There is no mention of how Sirius Black escaped from prison nearby.

It doesn't look like the Azkaban dementors mutiny, because the Ministry of Magic conducted an emergency investigation on Azkaban this morning, and found that Sirius Black, the felon, has disappeared.

Cyril felt a little absurd. He just heard His Excellency Slytherin mention yesterday that he was going to find the pendant, pointing the way to the old house of the Black family.Received the news that Sirius escaped from prison today.Even saying it was a coincidence added a layer of fantasy.

Snape sipped his brandy in mouthfuls, without saying a word.After reading the newspaper, Cyril folded it and put it aside, looked at the time, it was 7 minutes before class.

"Go to class, I'm fine here."

A hoarse voice sounded in his ears, Snape put the empty wine glass on the table, moved away from the footstool, and stood up as well.

Before going out, Cyril glanced back. The professor had already walked back to his desk and picked up a dozen papers and quills.

Because of the prison escape of the felon, the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge immediately became tense.

The magic world, which has not experienced riots or terrorist attacks for 8 years, seems to have forgotten that dark time.It wasn't until I saw that the Ministry of Magic had added Auror patrols in places where wizards were densely populated, that I didn't have a sense of crisis that a murderer was hiding.

Cyril's first exercise was quite satisfactory. Under the leadership of Zhaocai and the selfless financial support of Salazar and Godric, a total of 16 snuffers finally learned 6 movements in five days broadcast gymnastics.

As for the second "tacit understanding competition" session, Xi Ruier was in a very buddhist state, because Xixiu could only show complete tacit understanding when facing the glittering jewels, so he decided to do everything according to fate.

Five representatives decided to meet up on Friday afternoon to discuss plans for a talent show together.

Cyril set the meeting place in a classroom——applied to Professor Snape in advance.

Roland was the first to arrive. This time, the big French boy was wearing a light pair of silk shirts with sleeves rolled up casually, looking exquisite and chic.

For the first time ever, his elf guide, Sleepy, didn't sleep in his hair, but sat on his shoulder with a green tree guard and chatted happily.

"Syril, long time no see." Roland looked at the black-haired and green-eyed boy opposite without blinking, and said hello with a French nasal voice.

"Long time no see, Roland." Cyril was sitting on one of the seats, holding a Sickle to tease the little sniffle closest to his feet, when he heard the sound, he stood up from the table and greeted him friendly .

"I haven't met you much recently, how are you and your Xixiu?" Roland asked with some concern, and walked closer by the way, bypassing a few tables in front of him, and then being held by Cyril's feet. The dozen or so snuffers were stunned.

Looking at Roland's widened blue eyes, Cyril couldn't help coughing lightly, and explained with a smile: "Zhaocai's family seems to have followed. I'll just..."

"I know why I can't see you anymore. If I... I wouldn't dare to go out. But you should come to me, I can at least look after two of you..."

Roland blinked his eyes lightly, looked at the carefree Cyril with some distress, and said slowly.

"It's okay, they are actually super obedient! I'm fine here." Cyril quickly explained to this French boy who looked like a big brother.

Seeing the other party's sincerely concerned expression, Cyril felt guilty for no reason. In fact, the real reason why he didn't go to public places much except for class recently was because he stayed in the professor's office.

In fact, he was really worried that Professor Snape would go all over the wizarding world with his wand in a fit of rage to fight Sirius.

As a result, Professor Snape looked very gloomy on the first day, but the rest of the days were pretty calm.Aside from talking a lot less and not being very sarcastic, it's time to work and eat, and it doesn't look abnormal at all.

I still remember that when we were making potions together last night, Professor Snape said lightly that Professor Dumbledore was busy recently because he needed to add protection to Harry Potter's hiding place.

How did he reply back then?

"Professor, will you go to protect it? For example, daily patrols or something." After asking, he actually regretted it.It's really a pot that can't be opened!

However, Snape wasn't very excited, and didn't even show any special expression. He replied casually: "No need, he has enough people there. And I'm busy here too."

After Cyril's memory was over, Roland was still watching a large group of Nifflers in shock.A small sigh came out of his mouth: "You are really amazing, you can tame so many snuffers!"

Thinking of the cave of gold coins that Lord Slytherin gave him, Cyril accepted the compliment very frankly.

"Hey guys, Frank might be a little late. He lost his ball again." Andre and Ava hurried over.The two appeared in the middle of the classroom with their magical creature companions in their arms.

Then Cyril had to accept the adoration of Merlin's eyes again.

The German boy squeezed his hill-like body over and looked at Cyril's feet in amazement. Because of his height and size, Cyril even felt that his approach blocked all the light in front of him.

And Ava, who was not short at first, looked very small and cute because of Andre's foil. At this moment, the head of Mortra in her arms was tied with a pink bow of the same style as herself, which looked like a doll. .

"God, your Xixiu gave birth to a baby?" Xiao Shan asked dully.