Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

There was a suppressed exclamation from the crowd, Cyril and Sherlock looked at each other, and got through the crowd relying on their thin stature.

Under the shattered crystal dome, apart from the disgraceful plants and display stands, a dark hole was exposed, surrounded by dust, and it was difficult to see who else was in the ruins.

"Get out of here quickly!!! Don't make trouble here!" The suppressed shout was exactly the same as before.

"It's Henderson," Sherlock whispered to Cyril.

"What's the matter? Henderson lost his watch?" Cyril asked in a low voice.

"Maybe."

"Isn't it going to self-destruct? What about self-destruction??!" Cyril instantly became nervous.

"Don't move, watch, my little assistant, your messy brain waves are going to interfere with me now." Sherlock compared a finger to his lips.

"Okay..." Cyril tried hard to keep his mouth shut, but his left hand had quietly covered the wand cover under the sleeve, ready to strike at any time.

Hogwarts exploded once again, compared to the other four school contestants who "climb trees, touch fish, swim, plan holes..." (Representatives of the other four contestants: ExcuseMe??? Normal??? Quite satisfactory??? Do you want to experience it together???) What Cyril experienced alone is obviously already an adventure movie.

He and his Muggle friends quickly attracted everyone's attention, and even with the friendly (curious to death) acquiescence of the principals, Domingo doubled the size of Cyril's display and moved it to the center.

"Student Cyril McLean is very lucky, and he can always meet interesting creatures, which requires us to learn together, so in order to improve everyone's viewing experience, we rearranged the display screen." ——Chairman He explained lovingly without reddening his face or beating his heart.

A few Gryffindor students in the audience took the lead in turning the wizard hats in their hands into Sherlock's deerstalker hats, which they were wearing on their heads.Some of the Ravenclaw girls transformed into pixies on their shoulders, and it looked like a match had turned into a fan event.

The little snake in Slytherin was relatively reserved at first, although the excellent performance of the prefect almost made everyone in the room crazy, but dealing with Muggles did violate the three views of some people at first.But after seeing this game, everyone can't care about it anymore. It's thrilling, exciting, and nervous. Although Muggles don't know magic, they look quite dangerous. What is the gun mentioned just now? Everyone seems to be afraid.

"I think that Muggle girl's dress just now is pretty." Wendy said suddenly.

"Buy, buy, buy! Mr. McLean's clothing industry is cooperating with Muggles, we can ask him to customize!" Gene immediately put on "three good boyfriends and ten best fiancés", expressing his attitude with a strong desire to survive.

"Yeah." Wendy hummed lightly in agreement, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth curled into a small arc.

Amidst the peace and excitement, Snape suddenly turned to the headmaster beside him.

"Dumbledore, I don't think so."

"Severus?" The smiling old headmaster turned his head with an expected expression.

"It can't go on like this, it's too dangerous. People who haven't lived in the Muggle world don't understand that guns are no joke. Once they hit the head and heart, even the best medical skills can't do anything. A match, It's still a friendly match, it shouldn't be involved in this." Snape replied with a rational face, his eyes burst into a frightening light.

"I think you're right. I'm going to talk to Francis right now." Dumbledore stood up and quickly walked to the chairman of the judges who were chatting happily.

"Oh! God! It turned out to be like this. I will report to the Ministry of Magic to add Aurors!" Domingo restrained his smile and felt the seriousness of the matter.

……

Kensington Palace Gardens, London.

Staged another kind of excitement.

The dust settled down one after another, and everyone finally saw the whole picture clearly.

Half of Mr. Henderson's body was buried in the sinking ground, holding a 6 or 7-year-old boy in overalls and shorts in his hand, his anger almost turned into substance, and he shouted hoarsely.

"Where is the thing? Huh?! Whose family are you from!"

The little boy was obviously frightened, his face was covered with tears, mixed with dust, his white and tender face became mud.

At this moment, he was trembling and weeping softly, and he only shrank his neck to hide when his arm was grabbed.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore. Although the boy looked dirty and couldn't tell what he looked like, the man in front of him obviously shouldn't treat a child under ten years old like this.

"Hey! That man! Put the kid down! You're frightening him."

"Yeah, let go and come out quickly, the place may collapse at any time!"

"The child is innocent!"

There was a lot of commotion outside, and Henderson looked even more irritable.

Cyril saw that the gray-haired man's wrist, which should have been wearing a watch, was clean, and he understood.

"Can't it be self-destructed? What is he in such a hurry for?" Cyril asked softly.

Sherlock shook his head, and replied with the same lip tone: "It's not that simple. It's very troublesome to lose the watch. If it can be retrieved, it's better to retrieve it. What's more, he thinks this child took it, and he thinks he can get it back."

"From what you mean, you don't think this kid took it?"

"Use your brain, how is it possible." Sherlock replied contemptuously.

"Then what should we do now? This child is about to be terrified..."

Sherlock frowned, and replied with some distress: "Find a way to control the crowd, and we can't irritate him anymore. Throwing away life-saving things, it's easy for him now..."

"Shut up! I'll shoot anyone who steps forward!"

"Snapped!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

"Call the police!! Call the police!!!" "I see who dares to call the police!!!"

Before Sherlock finished speaking, the bad luck came true. Henderson didn't know what evil he had been caught, and suddenly took out his pistol, shot it to the sky, and pointed the gun at the little boy in his hand.

The little boy was strangled by a strong arm, unable to move, his face was flushed with suffocation, and a shot was fired, and the poor boy looked like he was about to faint.

"Speak up! Boy, tell me now, where did my watch go? Just give it back to me, and I'll disappear immediately... You can pretend nothing happened and keep playing with your car, okay? Hmm?" said Mr. Henderson in an almost soft voice to the boy in his arms.

"I... I really don't know..." the boy answered with difficulty, holding Henderson's arm.

"Heh, it doesn't look real, you think what I'm holding is also a toy, right?" Henderson grinned grinningly, and lightly pulled the trigger.

"Wait a moment!"

A young boy's cool voice resounded in the dead silence.

"I know where it is, I took it." Cyril stood up slowly, regardless of Sherlock's obstruction, holding the gold watch that Henderson was thinking of.

Henderson stared at the watch in Cyril's hand with red eyes, and swallowed.

"Good boy, bring it here and give it to me."

"You let go of the child in your hands first."

"You give me first." Henderson paused every word, insisting through gritted teeth.

"You let him go first!" Cyril's waist was straight, looking like a fearless young pine tree.

"Believe it or not, I shot you first, then him?"

"I believe, but you won't be able to get out of this manor alive."

Cyril replied calmly, his palms were covered with sweat, then he tilted his head slightly, and glanced at his little friend secretly.

Sherlock's gray-blue eyes looked back at him for a moment, then squinted.

The two looked away silently.

"Little guy, do you know a lot? Do you know a truth, the more you know, the sooner you die..."

"Don't be angry, I'm a hostage, you let that child go, how about you take me and your watch and get out?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone was shocked by the astonishing remarks of this unknown young master.

"Oh, don't play tricks, my gun is fast, faster than your tongue and your little finger. Come here now, then."

Henderson waved to Cyril with his hand & gun in his hand.

Cyril raised his hands, holding the legendary gold watch, and walked towards the mob step by step.

Henderson grabbed Cyril, put the pistol on his temple, then grabbed the extremely precious watch, took a quick look, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.Finally pushed the little boy out.

"Go away, brat!"

The little boy in suspenders with soft legs and feet was grabbed by Sherlock and protected him behind him. Everyone is now nervously watching what Cyril will do.

At this time, from the ruins behind Henderson and Cyril, a big black dog with a gray face slowly crawled out, and one, two, three, four, five, six... a dozen sniffing...

The big black dog was obviously stunned by the collapse of the house. When its two front paws and head came out, it was still dizzy. It tried to shake its head several times to see the current situation clearly.

Look what he saw!An adult holds a Muggle weapon - pistol at a child!

What did he miss after chasing after Xixiu for a while!

But in recent years, has the UK been overwhelmed by sniffing?A Muggle manor has more than a dozen snuffers!If it weren't for these wonderful creatures, the storage room below would not have collapsed!

Gryffindor's natural sense of justice was at fault, he slowly crawled forward, and decided to throw away the human with a gun in one blow.He who likes to study Muggle things knows how lethal this thing is!

At the same time, more than a dozen Xixiu also sensed the danger of their "good friends", and crawled out of the ruins one after another, baring their teeth.

The crowd of onlookers dared not make a sound, lest Henderson would notice the animals behind them.

Although everyone was shocked to see a dozen or so moles here.

"My God! My son!!"

At this critical juncture, suddenly a chunky man in a white suit appeared out of nowhere, and threw himself heartbreakingly at the little boy in Sherlock's arms.

At the same time, "half of the British government" and "partners of the British government" with the alarm on their hands beeping all the time appeared - Mr. Benny and the people around him, manipulating the wheelchair to "chase the dog" Mr. Xavier.

Due to the sudden change, Henderson's finger, which was already holding the pistol, moved convulsively.

There was a soft "click".

Everything was in slow motion, the finger pulling the trigger.