Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

If the average Muggle child picked up a grunt's droppings in the grass, he would think he had picked up a marble.

The little pot friend may happily wipe it clean, put it in his pocket, and take it home.

Then when they go to bed at night, the cute grunt will appear and give the little friends a dream according to their mood.Most are calm and sweet, but little ones are quick to forget.If an adult picks it up, he will snore at night.

"You want to take it back and wait for it to find it by itself at night? Then it will be too late." Dot climbed onto Cyril's hair, rolling happily in the soft hair.

Cyril plucked the little bit out of her hair, stuffed it into her pocket, and said: "Of course not, the grunts usually have a rest time after pulling their poop. This little dung ball looks fresh, so I think it's around here."

Diand yelled in his pocket: "If you touch that dung ball later, don't touch me! Unless you wash your hands!"

"The dung ball of the snoring beast is not smelly. If you don't believe me, it can be used as medicine...to treat snoring."

"vomit!"

"Really! Smell it!"

"Ouch!"

"..."

Cyril ignored the little guy playing tricks in his pocket, and carefully observed the surrounding environment, grass, shrubs, pines and cypresses...

"What did you find, Cyril? Here it shows that you have added 15 points!"

"Because I found the grunt."

"Excellent, my master."

Cyril came out from the corner of the street and walked slowly along the main road.He didn't think magical creatures would be willing to live in such a crowded place for a long time, so there must be something different about this street.

The footsteps stopped, and the door of the building was open.Cyril looked up, and the house number showed: "221B".

"Little friends should go back to school, kid, don't come to me anymore, I'm not safe here!"

When Cyril was in a daze, he happened to see a beautiful lady with blond hair leading a young boy about his own age out of the door. The lady was muttering, but gently wiped his face with her hands Hui Hui, by the way, put a modified deerstalker hat on his head.

"Mrs. Henderson, please allow me to repeat, I'm already at university, Oxford University." The young boy emphasized sternly, and then he was pushed down because of being labeled.

"Yes yes, Oxford Juniors, your brother said last time that you had good grades. But instead of being here, why don't you spend your time elsewhere? Even find some friends rowing, anyway I This is not something you, a student, should be concerned about."

Mrs. Henderson patted him on the shoulder in a good-tempered manner, sighed, and said nothing more. Finally, she turned and returned to her house, and the wooden door of apartment 221B closed in front of her eyes.

Since Cyril went to Hogwarts, he seldom communicated with non-wizard children of the same age. He stayed here for a while, looking at the young boy who put on his hat again.

This little boy was very delicate, his slightly raised chin and thin lips showed his pride.

Although the clothes on his body were covered with dust and his curly brown hair was a bit messy at the moment, this could not conceal his innate aristocratic temperament.What's more, the young boy's clothes are all made of high-quality fabrics, and the styles are handcrafted by high-end tailors. Even the weird deerstalker hat has a small logo inlaid on the side. The logo is very familiar. Neil also specializes in custom-made top hats there.

It is a cross industry between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

This teenager standing there, this feeling is like... like a grown-up version of Draco's platinum bun!

Thinking of this, Cyril laughed out loud.I don't know if Draco will be like this when he grows up, but he can guarantee that Draco will not be able to bear his clothes and face being dirty.

"What are you laughing at?" The boy on the opposite side raised his head suddenly, and stared straight at him with gray-blue eyes, those eyes were like cats, and the dark pupils contracted visibly.

Cyril quickly flattened the corners of his mouth, and stretched out a hand as politely as possible: "Hello, I'm Cyril McClain. Nice to meet you, I didn't mean to offend you just now, I just think you look like a My friends, you are all... cute."

The boy opposite was obviously not interested in the title "cute". He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, glanced at Cyril's outstretched hand, and asked, "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be a resident, I didn't saw you."

"How do you ensure that you have met every resident here?" Cyril still stretched out his hand, obviously not taking the other party's negligence seriously.

"I... I have observed people in this block. It has been nearly a month. You have never appeared before." The little boy choked up for a moment, and then answered in a low voice and proudly.

"Then you're right. I'm here looking for something, but I'm just passing by. Shall we get to know each other without shaking hands? Since we met, it's fate."

Cyril intuited that the boy in front of him was very interesting, and guessed that if the other party knew magic, about 80% of them would be a Slytherin. With such an unruly tone, 10 points could be added.

"vomit!"

Diandian in the pocket expresses his perception of the word "Fate" spoken by the owner with a very small voice.

Cyril pretended not to hear anything.I made up my mind to go back and stuff him with a vomit candy, making him vomit happily...

After all, the young boy reluctantly shook Cyril's hand, and quickly introduced: "Sherlock Holmes, Oxford University junior class, just like what you heard just now."

"Then let me introduce it again? Cyril, from Hogg..." Cyril almost said the school directly, but fortunately he responded in a timely manner, and immediately changed his words: "Hogglade College."

"Where is that?" Little Sherlock asked.

"We have a community high school in Scotland." Sirilf replied heartily.

"Okay... what's in your pocket?" Sherlock was obviously not interested in his "Hogglade Academy", and his eyes were directly fixed on Cyril's pocket.

The dots inside moved undetectably.

"Uh...handkerchief?"

"He was just moving." Sherlock looked at him like a fool.

"Oh, it's what you're talking about...this is my electronic pet!" As if he couldn't hear him, he poked his belly in his pocket again, and then pulled the little guy out of his pocket. brought it up.

"Here, look."

Cyril was apprehensive, raised his little arm expressionlessly, and stretched it out in front of Sherlock.

Little by little cosplays a silicone key chain, motionless.

Sherlock put away his small chin, obviously curious to death, but also pretended to snort, and finally took the little bit from Cyril's hand reluctantly.

The moment the little boy stretched out his hand, Cyril suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed the other's slender wrist.

"???" Sherlock stared at him incredulously with round gray-blue eyes.

Cyril murmured to himself, "Harass the Gadfly." Then he belatedly let go of his hand.

"Drop, add 35 points." Diandian mechanically cooperated with the words unconsciously displayed on her stomach, and said dryly.

"What did you say? What does it mean to add 35 points?" Sherlock looked at the green figure made of unknown material in his hand, his face was full of excitement and curiosity.

"Um...it's okay. Didn't I just tell you that I was looking for something? It was through this electronic pet designed by my grandfather. I just found a target, so the scorer rang." Cyril said stiffly Scalp explained.

The Harassing Gadfly is a kind of creature that the beholder sees benevolence and the wise sees wisdom.

The school of mystical biology is also divided into two schools that recognize the existence of the harassing horsefly and those that do not.It seems that someone in the judges this time agrees, and it is estimated that the weight of that person's words is definitely not light.

This kind of miraculous little animal is recognized to appear around intelligent bodies, high IQ is the first condition to attract them, and at the same time, if people with high IQ are worrying about something, then... this is incomparably sweet to Molesfly smell.

The more confused it is, the sweeter it feels.

It seems that Sherlock is worrying about something!

"Why is your family more boring than my brother Mykoff, and Mykoff sometimes gives me some questions, when he wants to be alone and I don't want to disturb him, but those don't bother me !"

I don't know which point of this bonus point system hit Sherlock's nerves, but now he looks much friendlier, and even took the initiative to introduce one of his family members—brother Mycroft.

"Yeah...haha." Cyril, who didn't know how to respond, laughed dryly, hoping that the judges and teachers would understand his situation a little bit, and he didn't mean to offend anyone at all.

"Where's the battery? I can't find its power source." Seeing that Sherlock was about to reach out to grab some leaves around his waist, Cyril quickly took it back and stuffed it into his pocket: "Solar! "

Thanks to the nature class in the third grade of Sunshine Primary School, he was able to come up with a "solar energy" after so many years.

"Okay." Sherlock shrugged.

"Why are you confused? I can feel you are confused."

Cyril took the initiative to change the subject. Since he found the "Haunting Gadfly" from Sherlock, he was more sure that this boy might bring him a different surprise.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly approached mysteriously.In a few seconds, Cyril could even feel the other party's breath on his face, there was a fragrance between ancient dragon and green grass, just like the feeling that the young man gave him at this moment, between maturity and A certain node in the green.

The white flowers in front of my eyes are because they are too close and out of focus.Cyril froze for an instant, and couldn't help but backed up a bit, but behind him was the steps of 221B, and he almost staggered and clanged several steps before he stabilized himself.

Only the eyes are in focus.The boy on the opposite side obviously didn't care about the embarrassment that Cyril almost threw himself to death on the three steps of Baker Street.Still looking at him with scorching eyes, his gray-blue eyes almost burst out with the light that only diamonds can have. Cyril can see that he is very excited, the kind of suppressed excitement.

At the same time, in the Hogwarts auditorium hundreds of kilometers away, the audience erupted in good-natured laughter because of Cyril's frustrating performance.

On one wall of the thousand-year-old castle is a huge water mirror, which is divided into several pieces, broadcasting the performance of the contestants in real time. Each audience has a special earphone in their hands, and they can switch the audio they want to hear at will.

On the table in front of you are potato chips and popcorn, which are specially provided by American school friendship.With carbonated drinks, the students are very happy.

Professor Snape, who was sitting in the first row of the auditorium, was holding the earphone sounder whose pointer had been staying at position 1, and snorted hard when he saw the Muggle approaching Cyril .

"Do you like detectives? The kind of catching bad guys." - Sherlock said.