Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Okay, don't cry, haven't you seen me yet?" Salazar hissed patiently to comfort the minibus whose lower body was wrapped around Cyril's wrist and the upper body stood upright.

Minibus almost twisted himself into twists in various postures, begging for kisses and hugs with his life.

"In the future, if you want, you can come here to visit Salazar at any time..." Cyril also said the same.

"Okay, let's talk about something serious. I called you here early in the morning, just to tell you that I have recently felt the revival of Black's old house."

Salazar still looked magnificent. This time, the oil painting background on the entire wall was replaced by a luxurious restaurant. On the table, Salazar and Godric sat at two ends and were enjoying breakfast elegantly.

"Recovery?" Cyril looked worriedly at the silent Professor Snape beside him.

"Yes, it means that his heir is back. Can you think about bringing Gord's pendant back as soon as possible?" Salazar asked, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice on hand.

"Okay, we'll go soon." Cyril nodded.

At the same time, at Heathrow Airport in the United Kingdom, a Boeing 747, the latest production of Boeing Company, landed here smoothly.

A group of people walked out of the VIP passage, led by a man in a wheelchair and wearing sunglasses.Her hair was cut short, and she looked very good in a suit.

It is actually not appropriate to describe him and the other person in the wheelchair as wearing sunglasses, because almost all the men and women behind them are wearing the latest trendy sunglasses.

They are like some idol group, with long legs, walking through the aisle in unison. The casual light suits on their bodies are a beautiful landscape in the British land full of traditional three-piece suits, which makes the passing ladies With a chuckle, he stopped to peek, making the men holding the newspapers look sideways.

If there is another heavy metal background music at the airport at this moment, it may be more like a thing.

"Hank, my friend, please go and pick up our... pet first. I hope he didn't suffer too much along the way..." Charles said to the only man not wearing sunglasses behind him.

Hank nodded, helped his normal glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the stroller in his hand was picked up by Ruiwen beside him.

Ruiwen, who was wearing a leather jacket, had big golden wavy hair hanging loose, her expression could not be seen clearly under the sunglasses, only a pointed chin was exposed, she pulled off her backpack and stacked it on the luggage cart, and then said silently Pushed forward.

Hank smiled a little, and walked quickly to the pet check-in counter.

Sirius was fine, he couldn't sleep at the thought that he would be on this land he loved and hated again in ten hours-even though Professor X advised him to recharge his batteries in the cabin.

At this moment, in the oversized pet air box, the big black dog Black barked excitedly when he saw a familiar face, and flicked his tail in a small area.

In the end, the group chose to live in Grimmauld Place according to Sirius' suggestion. It happened that a three-story townhouse was vacant, and it was enough for everyone to rent it out.

"The newspaper you read earlier said that the traitor turned into a mouse and lurks in a wizard's house?"

Charles sat around the sofa with everyone with a cup of coffee.

Sirius squatted on the cushion above the carpet and grunted in response.

The house in Grimmauld Place looks no different from other buildings except for a group of people living in it.But the fact is that the overall structure of the house has been changed by Jean and Eric, and now every corner here looks like a miniature version of X Academy, which makes everyone who just moved in feel at ease many.

"So it's too exciting to come all the way to catch a mouse?" Cyclops wore special glasses and slumped on the sofa with a bag of potato chips.In his opinion, after training for so long, he should immediately go somewhere to have a big fight with someone, just to test his abilities.

"And Sirius said that he has a strong ability to escape, I think it's a bit difficult." Qin frowned.

"Let me introduce my plan to you, Hank, thank you."

Hank immediately drew a flowchart on the glass wall.

"We are now entering the country as an academic visitor. The subject is abnormal weather and high grain production for ordinary people, and for some not so ordinary people..." Hank said here and gave Sirius a look. I understand.

"We are studying American mutants and mutant creatures. We will release news to the society soon: For the purpose of observation experiments, we will fully recruit ordinary mice over 8 years old. The lease period is one week, and the rewards... are generous."

"The following is our specific action timetable and personnel arrangement." Hank distributed a dozen papers in the bag to everyone present.

Sirius looked at the woody paper under the paws, with the metallic watermark "X-Man" raised above it.

The big dog didn't make any more noise but just pressed its paw silently.

"You don't need to have such a psychological burden, my friend. We have stayed in the United States for too long, and it is time to go out for a walk. It is a good opportunity to come to the UK, and I am really looking forward to meeting your principal." Charles felt Sensing Sirius' mood, said gently.

5 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

On this day, Harry came to his big friend Kuaiyin's house to do his homework as usual and eat while he was there.Aunt Petunia's family was already able to turn a blind eye to this point. It was a good thing for them to have someone to help them raise their cubs, and the neighbors would not say anything.

At first they thought about sending Dali over, but Kuaiyin didn't know what method he used. Dali never set foot in No. 5 Privet Drive since he came here once.Even though it has everything he could ever dream of.

"So this note is folded in half and then folded in half to make it a quarter, and then folded in half again to make an eighth." Harry opened his eyes wide and looked at Quicksilver on the opposite side, full of admiration.

"That's it! It's awesome! So what about this? I divide it into three parts and fold it in half again?" Kuaiyin picked up a new note and handed it to the blue-eyed little guy flexibly.

"Hmm... one-twelfth?"

"Great job! Harry, you're actually a quick learner, keep it up!" Kuaiyin clapped his hands, stood up and opened the door. There was a pizza delivery man who was about to knock on the door.

"Ah... uh, sir, your takeaway." The delivery guy in uniform and helmet put away his raised hand, with a confused look on his face.

"Thank you, here is the tip." Kuaiyin happily took the big pizza box from the other party, and then closed the door.

Harry poked his head, looking hesitant, watching Quicksilver humming and stepping on the rhythm as he placed the pizza on the big dining table.

"Quicksilver?"

"Ok?"

"Actually, I can cook. You don't have to order takeaway every time." Harry said seriously.

"How old are you? You just need to eat well and grow taller, you don't need to do these things." Kuaiyin said casually.

"But I've been here with you all the time, except to eat and play...do nothing. I shouldn't take it for granted, and...it's not healthy to eat pizza and fish and chips..." Harry rarely talked seriously with Kuaiyin said a lot of reasoning, although at the moment he seems to have no deterrent effect at 5 heads.

Kuaiyin stared at the big Yingying and emerald eyes in front of him, turned his head uncomfortably, and insisted in a low voice: "I don't have any junk food either. Look, I even ordered a garden salad."

However, Xiao Ha was not as easy to dismiss as before. He looked at the silver-haired young man opposite with his dog eyes, his eyes were persistent and firm.

"...Okay, okay, you win. Let's go to the supermarket this weekend. Do you know where the supermarket is? Then come back and teach me how to cook? This is my biggest concession!" Kuaiyin raised his hands and said As a gesture of surrender, he opened the pizza box and told the boy to wash his hands and eat.

"Well, good." Harry narrowed his eyes with a smile, and ran to the bathroom with a "da da da".

In a blink of an eye the weekend.

Definitely a busy weekend.

All three groups of people have very important plans today...

When Cyril was standing on a street in west London, this location was the starting point marked by the red star on the map.At the moment the boy was dressed in pure Muggle attire, a crisp shirt and overalls.It looks like a student from a school.

"Let's see... This should be the first stop. The map indicates that the reference to magical creatures is greater than zero and less than or equal to ten..." Cyril said to himself while holding the map.

"This is really a very precise range." The elf guide sat on Cyril's shoulder and complained. It has been cast with the ignore spell. At this moment, as long as it doesn't make a lot of noise, it can scurry back and forth on Cyril's body unscrupulously. .

"...Did you stay in the professor's office too much recently? Why is your tone of voice so wrong?" Cyril tilted his head and glanced at the little green guy sitting next to his face.

"Don't you think it's cool for the professor to talk? He just educated a Gryffindor red-haired boy with such a tone two days ago - Mr. Weasley, why don't you give me an encyclopedia of potions for your homework , so at least I still have a catalog. What is moonshine grass? Magic plants... Heh! Why don't you just write, one thing? The range is outrageously precise!"

Little swayed his feet, vividly imitating Professor Snape's classic taunt.

"...Maybe. Come on, we're about to start, you have to keep your eyes open, in case I missed something, you have to remind me!"

Cyril sighed, and couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, wondering if the professor would watch their real-time performance broadcast together in the auditorium.

The boy folded the map and stuffed it into the dry bag, then turned and walked towards the corner of the street.

Surrounding them are rows of historic-looking buildings, with metal street signs inlaid on the stone brick walls, with the words "Baker Street" written in gold on them.

(Baker Street)

(In real life, from the end of the 19th century to the present, Baker Street is in the west of London. Baker Street was much shorter at the end of the 19th century and before, maybe only 400 meters. According to the current 1988, Baker Street is already a very long street. ~)

Cyril chose to go to the street corner first, because he had a hunch that there were often the most types of small magical creatures hidden in such corners.

"For example, Hu Meizi."

Watching Cyril expertly pinch a little black-furred creature with gleaming wings with gloved fingers in a used clothes recycling bin.

Diand nodded approvingly by his ear, a leaf on its belly flashed suddenly, and a number "1" quickly lit up.

"You even have a scoring function!"

"Surprise!" Dian Dian snorted as a response.

"So every time you find one, you get one point?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on what kind of magical creature you find."

"I think there's something else. Look what it is? The excrement of the grunt!" Cyril pushed aside the grass at hand, and a gleaming blue glass bead came into view.