Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Hank took Sirius and Jean directly to Charles' office.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, solid wood floors, ceiling-height bookshelves, a huge desk, a floor-to-ceiling globe, and even a small living room next to it. There are sofas, tables and chairs in the living room, and a half-played chess is placed on it.

The collection of books here is comparable to that in Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and Sirius flicked his tail as he looked around.

But obviously this office is much bigger than Dumbledore's headmaster's office.Tsk!

After these two days of Hank's thoughts on him, he already knew that Charles was the principal of this special school, and everyone called him the professor.

At this moment, Professor Charles is sitting on his magical means of transportation and chatting with a lady who looks very energetic from the back in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Professor, Mr. Black is here, and Qin." Hank knocked lightly on the door.

Charles immediately turned the wheelchair and turned around to greet everyone enthusiastically.

"Good morning, friends. Sit as you please."

Sirius flicked his tail and raised his head and let out a soft cry as a response.

"Good morning, Professor. I'm just helping Mr. Black translate and passing by, and now I think I can... leave everyone alone..."

Qin explained a few words nervously, as if her clothes didn't want to cause trouble for everyone, and then hurriedly turned around to leave.

"No no, Qin. Please stay at ease and don't disturb me at all. We even need everyone's help."

Charles brought a group of people who were standing there motionless to the reception room, and sat on the far side himself.

"Please sit down, Mr. Black, this is Raven. By the way, where is Eric?" Charles looked around gently.

"I've notified him, he'll probably be there soon." Hank pushed his glasses back.

At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open again."Old acquaintance" Eric, whom we met last time, walked in.

This time Eric wore a dark gray casual suit, waist to waist, legs to legs looking very chic, went straight through the crowd and sat recliningly on the armrest of the chair beside Charles.

"My professor, have you finally decided to do it?" Eric picked up a glass of foreign wine in his hand.

"It's not actually hands-on, we're just helping our friends get justice. At the same time, what I learned about the wizarding world from Mr. Perhaps they are more mature in their ideas...a thousand-year-old prestigious school, so far their people live and work in peace and contentment, and use part of the resources with ordinary people. This balance is amazing..."

When Charles said these words, his eyes shone like stars, and he looked straight at his old friend Eric beside him.

Eric didn't know what he was thinking or was dumbfounded, and he was stunned for a long time.

"What do you say? My friend?"

Eric came back to his senses, lowered his head, covered his mouth and coughed, and replied sullenly: "Just make a plan."

Here Hank walked up to Ruiwen, delighted and cautious, and asked, "Hi, Ruiwen. Have you been staying here lately?"

Raven turned around, thought for a moment and said, "Yes. I'll be staying here for the near future."

"That's great...that's great..." Hank murmured and repeated.

Sirius was lying on the jacquard wool carpet next to the sofa, fed a mouthful of dog food out of boredom.

Big black dog eats dog food...

There seems to be nothing wrong with it...

Sirius shook his huge dog's head, thinking that his thinking must be so abnormal because his body hadn't recovered.

But speaking, this Hank is too good, he likes this female warrior...

Is there such a thing as chasing girls?

This buddy probably has never been in a relationship? ? ?

Tsk!It's really pure and terrible... Don't they all say that the United States is very open?In the past, James even showed him the special issue of the beautiful wizard published in the United States...

I think he was Sirius Black back then, all-powerful, fascinated thousands of Hogwarts women...and a few men.

Never been so frustrated!

After the big dog made up his mind to restore his human form, he would give this shy elder brother a good lesson... just take it as a thank you for taking care of him these days.

"Pfft!" Qin, who was sitting next to Sirius, finally couldn't help breaking her kung fu.

Even though she knew that the big dog at her feet was a human being, she was still shocked that this big guy had so many and rich mental activities in just 2 minutes.

The big black dog froze when he heard the laughter, and then belatedly remembered that there were at least two people in this room who could fully hear what he was thinking.

It's embarrassing just thinking about it...

I really want to dig a hole in the ground...

The big dog buried its head in the rug, one paw covering its head.

Charles coughed in embarrassment and brought the topic back: "I plan to go to England in the near future to help our friends find the traitor and return him innocent. What do you think?"

"I'm fine." Hank and Jean followed immediately.

"When?" asked Raven, who was the most sensible.

"I think it depends on when Mr. Black can change back after his health improves."

"I think Mr. Black is more convenient now," Eric said.

"Oh?"

"Didn't he? He said himself that he escaped because his image was unknown."

"I think what Eric said makes sense." Raven nodded.

"Emmm... This is a good idea! Then, let's act as soon as possible. Hank, this time we will use the entry method of ordinary people, so we have to apply for a passport as soon as possible. As soon as the passport is taken, we will set off immediately."

Hank nodded to show his understanding, then suddenly remembered something, and asked in embarrassment: "How did Mr. Black enter the country?"

"Of course it's pet consignment! You have no objection, Mr. Black?" Eric asked with his white teeth bared.

Sirius looked confused: "..."

That's all, it's better than letting him swim back. (Forcibly self-comforting a wave of Padfoot)

Far away in Scotland, England, in Hogwarts Castle.A group of people are planning to find Slytherin pets.

Originally, Cyril was on a mission alone, forcing a few more teammates: Professor Snape who said before that he would follow, Benny who was worried and insisted on being together, and Ping An who was forced to follow, and watching the excitement was no big deal little by little.

Three people, one beast, and an alchemy pet gathered in front of the slate map to study how to use it.

"Father, let me read the handwriting first, and stop poking it with your wand..."

"I've seen magic maps before, and they were all opened with a wand. You're a little heartless!" Benny complained, but stopped.

Cyril held the manuscript and began to read it carefully from the first page. Snape silently picked up the slate on the table and looked at it carefully.

Instead, Benny was left alone, doing nothing.Probably in order to save his respect, he called the elf "Crackling" - biscuit, "biscuit!"

"At your command, young master."

"Is there any official document recently? Or something to be signed?" Benny occupied his friend's desk without hesitation, gesticulating with his chin raised.

If he wasn't afraid of his apprentice casting a curse, he would definitely put his feet on the desk.

"No, sir."

"Well, then... ummm?"

"Last time you said that when the master and wife come back, hurry up..."

"Okay, I remembered, you go back. Wait, serve us a cup of tea!" Benny directly interrupted the rest of the conversation with his elf, and hurriedly sent him away.

Because he came to watch the game as a sponsor this time, he dressed extraordinarily carefully. The hand-made three-piece suit and limited-edition gown robe, at the moment, in front of two people who are serious about "academics", he is less imposing. There is a bit of "sao & bag" atmosphere that is not doing business properly.

"Professor, look here. The manuscript says that Slytherin himself or his descendants can open the map and summon the basilisk. I have a guess, this stone map..."

"Elf magic circle. This is the most cutting-edge magic thousands of years ago." Snape said in a low voice while holding the slate.

"That's right, that's what I want to say. The secrecy is so good that it's almost impossible to crack it." Cyril nodded.

"Then try it, if it's an elf magic circle, then there's no need for any other methods!"

Snape carefully handed the slate over.

Cyril solemnly unbuttoned the shirt cuff, and printed his left hand on it.

Benny, who has been salting fish by the side, has a question mark on his head, why can't he understand a word that his son and his junior say? ? ?

Before he had time to reflect deeply, a sound of slabs breaking exploded in the room, and Benny habitually held his wand in front of him as a gesture of protection.

however……

Except for the initial swipe, nothing happened after that.

The stone slabs in front of Cyril began to shatter and reorganize themselves, like building blocks, rolling small pieces, slowly turning into an architectural model.

As if they didn't understand, there were three small figures standing in one of the places of the model.

"..."

Cyril took two steps back and forth, and found that one of the short stone men also took two steps back and forth.

"It's amazing!" The boy seemed to have discovered a new toy, and while watching the villain's reaction, he sighed sincerely.

Benny was also surprised, and walked two steps with the son.Only Snape was stroking his chin and still contemplating the diorama.

"McLean, come here when you've had enough." Snape changed his posture, propped his hands on both sides of the table, and looked at the things in front of him with furrowed brows.

The big and the young McLeans walked to the professor's side obediently.

Snape slightly raised his eyebrows at the cooperation between the two, reluctantly expressing his satisfaction.Then he pointed to a layer below the model and said, "Look here."

"Basilisk." Cyril immediately responded.

"Yeah." Snape snorted softly.

"Why don't you move? Is this dead?" Benny looked closely for a while, his tone full of worry, but his expression betrayed his secret joy.

"Should... no. The elf circle shows either the building itself of Hogwarts itself or a living thing. It should be asleep. The problem is... I never knew there was such a big monster under the Hogwarts cellar." A basement." Snape was still frowning.

"Professor, look here. It shows that the Slytherin common room can lead directly to the place where the basilisk is." Cyril looked back and forth carefully for a long time, and suddenly pointed to a small and small corridor that was not obvious.