Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"???" Cyril and Cyril's father who were walking on the road turned their heads at the same time, with question marks on their faces.

Snape didn't react until he received the shocked eyes of the two.With a slightly uncomfortable expression, he added: "What? A thousand-year-old basilisk and a mutated Ping An, is he a student dormitory or a magical creature expo?"

"Well... I think what Severus said makes sense." Benny nodded.

"You still live in the office next door tonight. This time I have completely connected it with my office. Please be careful when you rest at night. Don't..."

Snape said this, and glanced at the boy beside him with distaste.

Recalling how he slept on his back when he was a fox, Cyril blushed with embarrassment for no reason.

After seeing Benny off, and walking into the room where he lived for a week, Cyril looked at the familiar furniture and furnishings, and was a little unbelievable for a moment that he had just left for less than 14 hours and came back again.

My pajamas and some trivial daily necessities were carefully packed by the house elf and placed in his accustomed position. The two corners of the room were prepared for the habitat of the shrunken basilisk, and the other was prepared for the enlarged Ping An Blanket.

There is an extra door where the wall used to be, and it is now open, just connecting to the bedroom on the professor's side.

"..." Cyril looked expressionlessly at the dark-colored bedroom a dozen steps away, and the extraordinarily comfortable and soft big bed, and silently looked away.

Ping An was arranged ahead of time, and at the moment, he was squatting on Cyril's bed and licking his paws.

Beneath the teal, furry buttocks was a length of fabric that looked a lot like his pajamas.The long tail dragged along the bedside and the carpet beside the bed, flicking it comfortably from time to time.How leisurely!

He took the Basilisk off his hand and brought it to Ping An so that the two pets could get to know each other.

"Basilisk, this is Ping An, my partner. Ping An, this is Basilisk." Cyril lifted the little snake to Ping An's flat face, and introduced each other enthusiastically.

"Chi! Chi~" Ping An snorted, and slowly moved his head closer to the shrunken basilisk, poking his upturned nostrils, as if he was smelling it.

The flat and upturned nostrils almost sniffed against the little basilisk, then suddenly raised his head, and said "chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp~" for a long time.Looks very excited!

In the next second, a blue tongue licked the Basilisk in Cyril's hand up and down, along with a section of Cyril's forearm...

Basilisk poked out the red feathers that had been licked wet on his head, and a "well" character almost materialized on his blindfolded head.

Just when Cyril was in a daze, the irritable minibus bit Ping An's big hairy face.

!!!

It was too late to stop it, and Cyril coaxed the basilisk to relax, and his head broke into a cold sweat.

"Professor!!! Dean!!! Awwow! Basilisk bit Ping'an! Help!"

Xi Ruier squeezed Ping An's bitten face, and screamed into the next room.

Pingan seemed to be bitten, and he didn't know how to struggle when his face was pulled.

Snape, wearing slippers and a shirt, turned into a black hurricane, and rushed in with a speed comparable to Apparition, holding his wand.

"What's going on?! What's going on!"

"Ping'an licked the minibus, and the minibus bit Ping'an." Cyril explained with trembling lips, not daring to let go of his hands. Although he knew that the basilisk was highly poisonous and spread quickly, it could be done even if it was a dead sheep. of.

"Let go! How dare you get venom on your hands!" Snape pulled away the little troll beside him, took out a bottle of golden potion from his pocket, and was about to pour it into Ping An's mouth.

Pulling back the blue-green hair, Snape's lightning-fast movements stopped.

His expression, which had always been very stern, became a little loose, and he even looked a little confused.

In Cyril's limited cognition, the word "confusion" has never belonged to the professor, even if it is not very likely...

"Your big pet...is not poisoned. The wound...seems to have healed..." Snape said with difficulty, even with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.Perhaps as a well-known wizard, it is difficult to agree that something bitten by a basilisk in front of him can still be safe and sound, and even heal quickly without leaving a scar.

"Uh??? What? No, no, it's impossible. I saw the minibus stabbing its fangs in with my own eyes just now!" Cyril leaned forward, following along with the blue-green fur on Bala Ping'an's face.

"...minibus?" Snape's expression became even weirder.

"Uh... Basilisk's pet name..." Cyril replied shyly.

"Oh." Snape looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but held back.

"No! Professor, look!! Ping'an's face is swollen, how could he not be poisoned?!" Cyril touched Ping'an's face and pointed to Snape in distress.

Snape finally rolled his eyes out, and growled angrily, "What's wrong with you? That's blood! You pinched it just now! You pinched it!"

pinch pinch pinch pinch...

Pinched...

Probably the professor was too angry, the last "pinch" was particularly shocking to the soul, Cyril felt that he had cycled the verb more than a dozen times in his mind, and then moved his hand away from Ping An's face embarrassingly.

"It...why isn't it poisoned?" Cyril asked awkwardly.

"As a pet owner, shouldn't you know better?"

"Uh... I'll come back and study it carefully... Good night, professor... Sorry to bother you."

"Hurry up and go to bed!" Snape snorted, leaving Cyril with a very cold back.

After turning around, Cyril saw that the professor was wearing slippers, and the corner of his shirt was still drooping outside his back, instantly reducing his coldness by 80.00%.

Cyril watched the professor leave indifferently, scratched his hair, and returned his gaze to the Basilisk in his hand.

"Minibus. Didn't you use venom just now?"

"I can't control my venom." Minibus hissed back.

"Then what's going on? Is Ping An not afraid of poison?"

Basilisk straightened his upper body, whispered faintly, then turned his head and said to Cyril, "I've never seen this creature, but I'm sure its strength is not inferior to mine."

"Oh……"

Xi Ruier looked at Ping An who was sticking out his tongue on the bed with half of his face swollen, looking even more stupid, and felt that he really owed Ping An a lot...

How could you think it was just an ordinary pet before?

How could the things given by my grandfather be casual?

The jade pendant that I almost dropped last time was called an "ancient artifact" by my mother afterwards. Thinking about it, my grandfather threw it to him while nibbling melon seeds. Although it is of no use except for making money... Give us no use, crab crab!)

After more than an hour of turmoil, the game in the morning, the magic circle in the afternoon, and the pet control in the evening, finally even Cyril, who seemed to be "hyperthyroid", was exhausted.

In vain, he pushed Ping An under the bed, and Cyril threw himself into the soft quilt, falling into a dark and sweet sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

When Cyril woke up it was hard to breathe.

It was as if the nose was blocked by cotton, a heavy stone was pressed on the chest, and an iron chain was wrapped around the neck...

terrible!

The boy snapped his eyes open.

And then there is nothing to love.

When did Ping An and Xiaoba both climb onto the bed...

It's hard being a man with two pets.

It is even more difficult to be a man who has two pets with explosive combat power.

He kicked Ping An down and tore the minibus apart with one hand.Cyril sat up dumbfounded.

"McLean, are you up yet? Lord Slytherin is looking for you."

The bedroom door was opened, and Snape stood in front of the door in a neat shirt and trousers, and knocked symbolically.When his eyes touched the mess of the room, he raised an eyebrow.

Cyril followed the professor's gaze and didn't say a word for a long time.

"..."

His house... this is... what's wrong?

Just like a strong wind passing through, with the bed as the center of the circle and the wall as the radius, the entire room undergoes earth-shaking changes.

Half of the desk is gone, showing scorched black marks.It looks like it was corroded by a very vicious poison...you don't have to guess who did it.

The chair that comes with the desk has three legs standing there firmly, and there is a piece of wood on the ground that is suspected to be a chair leg. Big hairy guy.

The floor lamp... there is only one lampshade left, and what looks like a lump of metal is on the ground.Cyril found himself even a little amazed, he never knew that his safety and the minibus could melt metal!

What an ability to sing and cry!Cyril continued to look around with a calm face.

Coat hanger……

Well? !Where's the hanger?

He was quite sure that the hanger was in the corner adjacent to the professor's bedroom before going to bed.

I closed my eyes and opened them again.

Really gone!

Cyril glared at his two pets squatting beside the bed with grief and anger, and asked, "Where's my hanger? Where's the clothes on the hanger???"

Basilisk Minibus lazily raised his head, and then hiccupped.

"..."

"I remember I specifically reminded someone last night, be careful not to sleep too hard." Snape leaned half against the edge of the door frame, crossed a pair of long legs, said softly, his eyes flickered with... schadenfreude.

"Sorry, Professor. I really didn't hear at all..." Cyril wanted to stick his head back under the quilt at this moment.

"...Actually, it's not your fault."

? !Cyril, who was waiting to be ridiculed, was a little dazed and looked back blankly.

The sudden change of the professor's words is simply not in line with his personality!

"Your pet...I'm talking about the furry one. It may have the ability to shield space. I came across some interesting things when I returned to the office last night, so I made some guesses. Now it seems that the guess is correct. said Snape flatly.

"Put on, bring your pets, and speed up. Business."

Before Cyril could respond, a set of clothes covered his head. Cyril held the clothes in his hands, which were obviously not his own, and watched Professor Shi Shiran turn and leave in a daze.