Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Do not----!"

Benny directly took out his wand, regardless of whether there were crowds of Muggles around him, and threw a powerful protection spell over while running.

The big black dog flew up at the moment the man shot, and threw the man with the gun down.But the speed was limited, and by the time he and the man both landed, gunshots had already sounded.

At the same time, the man in a dark suit who had been silent beside Mr. Charles Xavier also suddenly extended a hand at the moment of the gunshot.

For a moment the air froze.

The golden spell enveloped Cyril like a shield in an instant, but the distance was too close, gunshots rang out, and no one could see clearly what happened in the ruins that suddenly glowed with light.

After the gunshots, Cyril disappeared.

Blake was blinded by the golden light, and the dust in the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder. He stepped on the man under his feet and coughed several times. The man under his feet twitched and groaned in pain. Then, The group of snuffers, who were everywhere, gathered around here again.A group of metal-colored unknown objects appeared in Eric's hands instantly, and then automatically formed into a ball.Eric slowly closed his palms.

Too many things happened in an instant, and the onlookers didn't even have time to scream.

And a few minutes ago, Hogwarts, which was hundreds of kilometers away, also had the same uproar.

Snape overturned the chair directly when Cyril stood up, and the wizard who had always been calm and self-possessed in front of others looked very flustered.

"Dumbledore, I propose to terminate the game, immediately, immediately!"

"Severus, I'm negotiating with Francis, please calm down, they say the Aurors are on their way."

"I can't calm down, my students are dealing with an out-of-control lunatic with a Muggle weapon that's deadly, and everyone's treating it like a reality show?! Or end it Match, or let me use the fireplace now."

Snape argued hoarsely.

Dumbledore put his palm on Snape's shoulder, forcibly pushed the stiff man down, then walked to the other judges and the headmaster, and negotiated again.

However, the change came too suddenly. Dumbledore hadn't taken two steps, when suddenly there was a burst of screams in the auditorium.

A veritable scream rather than a cheer, with a bit of heart-piercing flavor.

"Ahhhh!"

"Oh! No—!"

"That lunatic seems to be coming for real!!! God!!!"

"Is this part of the competition?!"

Dumbledore's heart sank severely, and the moment he turned his head, he happened to see the back of Snape's black robe tumbling away, and the sound of the door slamming was close to his ears.

"Bang!"

A loud noise shocked everyone.

In the next second, the entire Hogwarts auditorium fell into panic even more intensely than before.The screen showed Cyril being dragged by the mob with a gun to his temple.

Snape rushed towards the office in a mess. If it wasn't for Hogwarts' inability to use Apparition, he would have appeared beside Cyril without hesitation, beat the madman with Avatar, and then put the restless The little giant is brought back to school and rebuilt!

He walked forward dully, his thoughts racing with his robes, and even began to think about how to explain to the Ministry of Magic that he used Apparition in front of dozens of Muggles to suddenly appear, and then cast the Unforgivable Curse on the Muggles.

Maybe the rest of my life will be handed over to Askaban...

But it doesn't matter, if his hand speed can pass the gun and save the little monster, he doesn't mind it.

Heh, he must have gone crazy... To think of this...

In the corridor, I was so flustered, the sound of my leather shoes was like the beat of a horror movie, every step was on my beating heart.

Pushing open the office door, Snape picked up the Floo powder without hesitation, and shouted directly: "Spider's End!"

The fireplace at home happened to see the sofa that Cyril complained about the "hard buttocks" and all kinds of pillows on the sofa. After this year's holiday, there was an extra stupid penguin, which looked even more nondescript.

This was what Snape saw as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace.

When Cyril put it out last time, he threatened to throw it away viciously, but this stupid penguin has been "living" well until now.

And the owner of that pillow...

Snape didn't dare to do what he thought anymore, raised his wand with a sinking face, recalled the location of Cyril's match, and then Apparated.

……

Kensington Palace Gardens, London.

Cyril felt as if he had time-traveled into the movie. Three minutes ago, he briefly discussed with Sherlock that he would step forward to replace him, and then delay the time.Try to get Sherlock's brother (the omnipotent man - Sherlock reluctantly admits it) to bring the police to rescue him, and he himself is sure that there won't be too many accidents with the wand and charm in hand.

However, what he never expected was that Cheng Yaojin, the foolish owner of the manor, would appear on the way!

That disgraced boy in suspenders turned out to be the son of the manor owner!

Then Henderson was scared off directly.

The moment the gun was fired, even Cyril himself was a little confused, so that he had hallucinations, as if he heard his father's voice.

The scorching breath of the bullet rubbing against the gun barrel is right next to the face, and everything seems to be slowed down by 1000 times...

At that 0.03 seconds, two curses hit him and the hideous Henderson opposite, one golden and one red.A huge black monster threw Henderson to the ground. Almost at the same time, Henderson's pistol and bullets disappeared, and he fell into a familiar embrace.

More than a dozen snuffers rushed over like crazy, biting Henderson under the black figure.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Cyril buried himself in Snape's arms in a daze, listening to the strong and chaotic heartbeat of the other party, and watching five or six Aurors appearing in the manor in an instant.

I don't know why, but the first sentence that came to my mind at this moment was: "Sure enough, the Aurors in the movie are the last ones to appear..."

The Auror directly stunned all the Muggles around. During this period, "half the British government" kept a clear mind because of the cooperative relationship, and Mr. Xavier and his party also sent someone to drag back his "pet" as a mutant— —Suspected wizards of the same kind, set aside and not "forgotten".

Benny almost pounced on him, pulled his "Gryffindor son" out of Snape's arms, and greeted him from all directions up, down, left, and right.

"How?! Are you injured anywhere? How did you come here!" Benny was almost yelling, holding the wand in one hand, and turning Cyril's eyelids, palms, and face back and forth with the other hand.

"It's all right, Dad. You forgot, there's Kensington Palace Gardens on the map..."

"Oh! Yes. I'm probably a little busy recently. Son, do you have any other discomfort?"

"I'm really fine, Dad." Cyril said obediently.

Glancing at the silent professor who was standing aside, he said softly, "Thank you for coming to save me. Professor, how do you know I'm here?"

Snape gave him a cold look and didn't answer, but his breathing still seemed a little heavy.

"I will definitely lodge a solemn protest to the organizing committee and the Ministry of Magic. The safety of such a competition cannot be guaranteed at all. If there were no people here today, what would you do?!"

"Actually, it's okay, we have caused a lot of trouble ourselves..."

Cyril said with a guilty glance at the messy garden and the Muggles lying on the grass waiting for the Auror to clean up their memories.

"How can it be the same!" Benny snorted.

"Excuse me, look at some minors, one of them is my younger brother." Mycroft suddenly shouted from the other side.

"Oops! Is Sherlock alright?" Cyril stood up and looked around.

"The Muggle? He's safe." Snape finally said his first words here, not in a good tone.

"Ah, he helped me a lot this time, and we're friends now." Cyril explained to Snape in a habitually good-tempered manner.

"Humph."

Cyril gave a soft smirk.

Snape turned his head away.

"I'll see if I still need help over there. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to school first."

Snape lightly patted the dirt on his sleeves and trouser legs, then turned and prepared to leave.

"Dean?"

"what's up?"

"...Thank you, see you back at school."

"Back to school detention, Mr. McLean."

"……Oh."

Snape had just taken two steps when he was stopped by a Yankee in a strange wheelchair.

"Sir? Sir! Hold on, please." Charles slid the wheelchair beside Snape, and smiled politely.

"What?" Snape frowned.

"I heard that you are a professor at Hogwarts. I come from a mutant school in the United States. I have always wanted to meet the headmaster of Hogwarts. Could you please submit a letter for me?"

Charles handed over a high-end envelope with a "Xavier" watermark in his arms.

Snape stared deeply at the letter for several seconds, checked it with his wand on the spot, and finally took it.

"I'm not very grateful. What's your address? I'm Charles Xavier, the principal of the Xavier Gifted Youth School." Charles obviously didn't care about the other party's behavior, and stretched out a hand as he spoke.

Snape shook him briefly: "Severus Snape."

Seeing the black back of the Hogwarts professor named Snape gradually go away and disappear around a corner, Charles smiled and turned around to Eric beside him and said, "Let's help out too, let's do the finishing work." .”

"Okay." Eric pushed Charles to a place where wizards were dense.

Qin dragged the big black dog Blake and just rushed over, knowingly reached out with Eric to repair the broken flower house.

On Cyril's side, he and his father repeatedly assured that there would be no problems, and after the game was about to go on anyway, Cyril finally ran to his little friend.At this moment, Sherlock was still unconscious on the artificial simple stretcher provided by Mycroft.

"What happened to him?" Cyril asked worriedly.

Mycroft took a deep look at the boy in front of him with the same eyes as Sherlock, and said flatly, "He's just fainted."

"When will he wake up?"

"Anytime. Are you the son of Benedict McLean?"

"Yes."

"..."

The two fell into a subtle silence.

"Please don't tell him..."

"Please don't tell him..."

The two spoke at the same time again.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow in surprise, and continued: "Although I don't want Sherlock to get involved in your world, I thought you were friends?"

"Sherlock is too smart... Once he knows about our place, he may be so curious that no one can stop him... Our place is actually not safe, especially for someone who has no magic like him. Sorry to forgive my straight Bai, not everyone is friendly to you...I can't rest assured..."

"I kind of want to change my mind... Although Sherlock is naughty, a little clever, and often inappropriate... But he is a loyal person. Thank you for not saying anything like fearing that he will reveal your secrets. I know you for him And I’m happy. Sometimes he’s stronger than you think... So please understand the contradictions of me as an older brother. I’m always overprotective, and I always think about doing something myself so that he can avoid detours... But I guess I suddenly want to change my mind, after all...sometimes it's nice for him to have an extra friend like you."

Cyril listened sincerely. Since Ivan was born, although the brothers didn't spend much time together, seeing McCoff and hearing his contradictory words, Cyril suddenly felt that he understood him very well.I don't know how to describe it, but there is no doubt that Mycroft is a good brother who really loves his brother.

"Then can I continue to finish his case with Sherlock later?" Cyril replied with a smile.

"Okay. Of course, if you need help, here's my card. Sherlock deserves a good friend, and so do you. By the way, Sherlock can be woken up at any time."

Cyril took the business card that the other party took from the secretary with both hands, solemnly put it in the Qiankun bag, and squatted beside Sherlock.