Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"It's more reasonable. Over the years, the head of Slytherin's office has been changed, but the common room has remained the same for thousands of years. I think we need to visit the site." Snape nodded thoughtfully.

"Now?" Benny asked.

"Let's go tonight, there are too many people now. Report to Dumbledore today, you will leave later."

"Okay. By the way, Severus, I heard that the headmaster is very busy recently. Because..." Benny suddenly regained his seriousness and said in a tone.

Snape's expression darkened, and he responded with danger and disgust, "Blake, that traitor. Dumbledore was concerned for the safety of Lily's child."

"Fudge just approved 5000 Galleons for the members of the Auror task force... It was reported to the parliament before, and Lucius and I signed it directly. Heh... But if I say it, the gold will be wasted That's it, that group of idiots, except for a few old ones who were still barely enough to see, the newcomers seem to be not as strong as our family's Cyril, at least our family's Cyril can swing a bat, and he can still fight when he is angry. The little fox bared his fangs... poof!"

Before Benny could finish speaking, he started laughing, as if he had imagined his son's little fox-like behavior, and stopped mocking those moths from the Ministry of Magic, and became happy on his own.

"..." Ever since the first competition was over, Dad hasn't been normal, why?

Cyril was a little speechless.

"So... will the Auror go to the place where the kid lives? Wouldn't that mean there is no money here? How could Dumbledore allow Fudge to do such a stupid thing?" Snape said with a frown.

"You're right, my friend, because Dumbledore doesn't allow it.

That coward Fudge had had enough of Dumbledore's opinion, it was like a veto, Fudge couldn't sleep well as long as Dumbledore had it in his hands.

When it was chaotic before... Fudge was like a toddler, grabbing at the hem of Dumbledore's robe, crying and waiting for Dumbledore to open up the world for him and give him shelter.

Now the situation has stabilized, huh. "

Benny took the glass of amber wine that Snape handed over, and took a sip: "Well, you actually know how to drink mulata?"

"Why, dessert doesn't suit me?" Snape took a sip, his eyes narrowed, and he gently shook the crystal glass in his hand. The amber liquid hung on the side of the glass and then fell back.

"No, I just think that you should always choose vodka or gin... After all... But speaking of which, you to your red-haired lady? It's been so many years..."

As if putting on a pot cover for sending and receiving signals, Cyril quickly caught the sensitive keyword "red-haired lady" and looked straight at the professor holding the wine glass.

"It's impossible to let go...but I'm also a little tired. Wait until her child graduates healthy, or...that person is no longer a threat. I might think about something else. You know..."

When Professor Snape said this, he was more tired and relieved than before when he was secretive, and there was an inexplicable dim light in his eyes, floating and sinking, making people unpredictable.

Cyril looked at the professor who was half leaning on the wine cabinet, unable to see his expression clearly, but somewhat lazy, and suddenly felt that the professor at this time was so handsome... so handsome that his heart beat faster, and he was a little suffocated.

"Can I have a taste?" Finally unable to hold back, Cyril asked.

"Huh? Why are you still here?" - Benny.

"Minors can't drink alcohol." - Snape.

The two spoke in unison.

"..."—Xirel the little fox who feels unhappy everywhere now.

And the little Harry who is worried by many people is still an 8-year-old boy in the second grade of Xiaohuijin Community Welfare School.

It's business as usual at 4 Privet Drive in Little Whipping, Surrey, UK.

The lawn is in order, the garage is empty, and Uncle Vernon is still at get off work.

The kitchen window was closed, which meant that Aunt Petunia was not there, and she might have gone to the supermarket.

In this typical English-style single-family three-story house, Harry, with round glasses and messy hair, has always been the "extra one".

At noon at this moment, the little boy had just finished school.This afternoon was the time for elective courses, and he didn't register for any classes, because those courses had to be charged extra.For such and such expenses, his aunt would not pay him a penny more.

"It's good to support you for free, boy." Uncle Vernon always liked to say that.

In fact, Harry himself felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Of course, it might be better if his uncle's tone was better?

In the morning, his cousin Dali blocked him in the men's toilet of the school during recess, causing him to miss the class of Ms. Annie, the geography teacher.

In his hand, Ms. Anne handed him a note after class and asked him to hand it to his parents.

The spelling grade in the morning was bad enough, and now there is an extra "parent letter", life is just bleak.

Harry wandered around the neighborhood alone. Fortunately, Dali was going to take a trumpet class, and it was estimated that he would be back in 3 hours. The aunt who probably finished shopping in the supermarket would pick him up directly and bring him back with him.

Thinking about it, he was actually quite happy. Although he couldn't enter the house during this time, at least he was safe and free.

His aunt wouldn't force him to mow the lawn, Dudley wouldn't kick his freshly mowed turf on purpose, and he wouldn't be scolded.

For these three hours, he can do something carefree.

Harry is actually very thin, not only thin but also short.Looks like bean sprouts with stunted roots.

Bean Sprouts circled the neighborhood twice, trying both the swing and the seesaw, which Dali would not normally have his turn to.Suddenly, I feel that those rides that are usually kicked off within 2 minutes after sitting on it are nothing more than that.

Now the first problem: he's a little hungry.

I didn't eat at noon.Because the school defaults that students who have no classes in the afternoon will go home for dinner.

He fumbled in his pocket, but there wasn't a single penny... Harry sat blankly on the empty swing, and suddenly began to feel melancholy.

The sun was scorching, and even the oldest sycamore trees in the community became thinner during the hottest afternoon.

A burst of burnt sausage smell pierced his nostrils, tickling Harry's heart.

Must be hallucinating from hunger... Harry laughed to himself quietly.Maybe if he thinks harder, a grilled sausage really appears in front of him, it happened last time...

At this time, a young man with silver-gray hair and strange glasses passed through the community.With earphones hanging from his ears, he walked with his head shaking and a hot dog in his hand.

hot dog!

Fragrant!Just out of the oven!hot dog!

It was not an illusion just now!The smell of hot dogs at that time!

Harry swallowed, watching the silver-haired young man approach from far to near.Probably because the gaze was too longing, and it actually poked at the young people immersed in the music.

Quicksilver retracted a leg that had been stepped out, looked around, and then looked at Harry who was staring at him, bent his body and tilted his head, "Hi...?"

Harry suddenly came back to his senses, blinked his emerald eyes under the glasses, and waved his hands shyly: "Hello..."

"Are you looking at me?" Quicksilver, wearing fashionable clothes, leaned over with interest and looked at Harry.

"Ah... sorry... I...?"

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Kuaiyin interrupted Cyril's blushing explanation and replied cheerfully.

"Hmm..." Harry pursed his lips shyly.

He hadn't seen this person in the neighborhood before, this young man was different from the people who lived on Privet Drive, those people would look at him sideways and whisper something that he heard and pretended not to hear.

Harry had always known that he was different from everyone else, in every way.For example, others have a father, a mother, their own room and birthday cake.All he has is a storage room under the stairs, and the constant dislike from his aunt every day.

This person took the initiative to greet him, and he was a bit handsome with silver hair, and his glasses! !For the first time, Harry wondered why his glasses weren't cool at all.

"Why are you here alone? You live here? Didn't you bring the keys?" Kuaiyin took off the earphones completely and asked three times.

"My aunt hasn't come back yet, I..." Harry was very disturbed, this is someone who really only seemed to know him, and he didn't want to mess up the conversation.

"Oh, you live with your aunt? I just moved here recently, and I plan to stay for a while, and travel around the UK to relax, you know. It seems that we are neighbors." Kuaiyin spoke quickly, but with a A special tone, the kind that makes people feel happy from beginning to end.

"Well. My aunt's house is on the 4th."

"Coincidentally, I'm on the 5th, directly opposite! His owner has immigrated to the United States and is in a hurry to transfer. Hello, little neighbor."

"Hello."

"You can call me Kuaiyin, uh, that's what everyone around me calls me. What do you call me?" Kuaiyin seemed to be in a mood, and simply sat on the swing next to Harry, swinging with him.

"Harry, Harry Potter. You can call me Harry, I... I don't have a nickname. Harry will do."

Harry first saw the silver-haired young man sitting next to him in surprise, and was a little annoyed that he didn't have a famous nickname when introducing himself, so maybe Quicksilver would be more willing to be friends with him.

Kuaiyin looked at the thin little boy in front of him, especially those big emerald eyes that looked extraordinarily beautiful on his palm-sized face. Making a very supportive look, he stuffed the hot dog in his hand.

"Harry, are you a little hungry? Well... this hot dog was given to me by the proprietress, if you don't mind... I'm overwhelmed."

"No...I..." Harry looked at the hot dog in his hand, a little at a loss.

"Keep it away, eat it quickly, let's chat while eating." Kuaiyin waved his hand casually.

"Thank you. You are a good person. What about your family, are you here alone?" Harry took a small bite of the hot dog in his hand, and it was as delicious as he imagined, even the normal ketchup It tastes sweeter than normal.

"They... my mother is at home. My father... I don't know. He rarely appears... I've never seen him before, except on TV." Kuaiyin looked forward and shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Actually, my parents passed away unexpectedly. I haven't seen them." Harry quickly explained that the little boy was always a little afraid of angering the other party with his words, just like in school before, his friends would always Inexplicably, they stay away from themselves, and finally run to Dali's side.

A boy named Mickey in the next class once told him secretly that it wasn’t that they didn’t like him, it’s just that Dali can beat people, and no one can beat Dali.

It seems that Quicksilver can definitely beat Dali.Harry sneaked a glance at Quicksilver wearing a black skull. Although his skin was fair, the slightly bulging muscles on his arms were definitely not an illusion.

Thinking of this, Harry was relieved again.