Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril narrowed her eyes.

The scene just happened so fast that if I hadn't been peeping, I would have missed such a wonderful wandless magic.

This is a little wizard!

And the magic is good!

But it seems that this child doesn't know his identity...

The green-eyed little guy seemed quite frightened, his eyes and mouth were round, and he leaned back in the chair firmly, silently putting the half of the French fries back to its original place.

Probably knowing that there was someone beside him, the boy looked back timidly, and met Cyril's eyes unexpectedly.

Cyril didn't turn her head.Continue to watch the boy's reaction curiously.

The boy's face flushed instantly, and his eyes looked a little desperate.

Sherlock next to him seemed to suddenly have a great interest in the new ice cream from the Golden Arches.

"Do you want to eat that?"

Cyril glanced casually and nodded, "By the way, bring me a big Coke, thank you."

"The little assistant instructed the detective?"

"So I used it, thank you~" Cyril showed a smirk, and Sherlock went to the front desk indifferently.

Cyril continued to turn her head and stare at the "magical baby" beside her with interest.

"The magic is good!" Cyril said softly.

"What... what?" The boy was startled.

"I said that your magic power is well controlled, have you practiced it?" Cyril smiled like a wolf grandmother.

"What magic power?" The little boy continued to ask tremblingly.

"It's your magic power. Didn't your parents tell you? You are a wizard, kid."

Cyril was a little surprised now, could it be that this is the legendary sorcerer? ? ?

The boy's eyes darkened, and he replied with some frustration: "My parents passed away very early...I live with my aunt. No one in my aunt's house knows this...I'm not allowed to talk about it."

A cluster of small flames instantly ignited Cyril's brain nerves: What does this mean? ? ?Toss a precious wizard cub to fend for itself in a magic-hating home? !

A century ago, wasn't the tragedy of silent beasts in the magic world shocking enough?

How many powerful wizards finally turned into a black smoke of black magic...

"You're a wizard, boy. That's no shame, quite the contrary, it's an innate talent! We're endowed with such unique abilities, so different from your ignorant kin. Melon - people who don't know magic, because this world needs people with such abilities to exist, and we need such people to contribute more power.

We are chosen, and we are willing to fight for it. "

Cyril stared at the boy's timid eyes, and conveyed his point of view to him word by word. In fact, he was not sure whether the poor boy would listen to what he said.

After all, I took a toy of Thomas's minivan on the table in my hand, and lightly molded it. The little red train turned into a red steam Hogwarts Express, and then slowly emitted a wisp of steam. There was a "bang ke ku ke" sound.

"Here, I'll wait for you here."

Cyril solemnly placed the Hogwarts Express in the blue-eyed boy's palm.

"Where can I find this car? Or find you?" The little boy looked curious, shocked and ashamed all the time.

"You can see me when you are 11 years old and you can go to magic school. Before that, you can also write to me."

Cyril said as he touched a tissue with a yellow M printed on it with his fingers, and the soft tissue instantly turned into a card with Cyril's full name and mailing address printed on it.

Recently, probably due to his diligent practice, his wandless magic has also improved a lot!

"Remember to drop it at the post box on the corner of Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London. Muggle post doesn't cover us."

As he said that, a line of thinner words appeared at the bottom of the card, writing the mailbox address that Cyril had just mentioned.

"My address..." The boy held the card tightly, looking anxious and uneasy.

"I'll find you, don't worry. If you have any doubts about magic, physical or mental, I don't mind if you write."

"You're so nice...you...I mean, are all the people in our place as nice as you?"

"Where there is light, there are shadows. But my grandfather always taught me that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It's easy to do... We are all descendants of Lei Feng." Cyril blinked playfully.

Cyril looked at the little boy with a veiled face with a smile on his face, and focused on the other's misty emerald eyes. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that heredity is really powerful.

Fortunately, the professor has returned to school a long time ago. If he meets this little guy here, he will probably fail, especially since he still looks like an abused child... That's why he didn't ask the question from the beginning to the end. What is the name of this child, there are many people here, and the treatment of celebrities, etc., let’s wait until the child is 11 years old to experience it...

Although it's not appropriate to point it out, as a person on the professor's side, if he can help little Harry, he should do more. Grandpa did say "please call me Lei Feng".

Being a good person within your ability is the bottom line, isn't it?

Cyril gently stroked little Harry's fluffy, soft head.Squinting his eyes, he watched Sherlock and Kuaiyin walking over with two plates of food.

"Who is he from you?"

"My neighbor, best best friend!"

Cyril narrowed his eyes and snorted softly.This silver-haired man is very strange. As a white fox, he can clearly feel the unique soul fluctuation of this silver-haired man, but he can't feel the magic power, which is strange...

……

Hogwarts Hall, hundreds of kilometers away.

The students feel that the popcorn and Coke in front of them can no longer satisfy their viewing experience. At this moment, they urgently need a table of fried chicken, French fries and ice cream like Cyril and his Muggle friends to relieve their rapid heartbeat .

20 minutes ago, they went through the blockbuster fantasy cops and gangsters, where they intuitively felt the horror of a Muggle weapon, and their representative, the hero Cyril McLean, almost died for saving a Muggle child .

For the first time, a group of children felt that they were so close to death. Unprepared, they almost saw the casualties of their classmates and friends in the live broadcast.

The moment Cyril stood up, everyone was deeply shocked. Many people thought that Slytherin did not have the quality called "solitary courage" or "sacrifice", but at that moment, everyone felt Saw a tall and straight soul.

The Slytherin students fell silent, as did the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors.

The younger students could only cover their eyes and sob softly when they saw the Hogwarts representative in danger.

The topic of death is still too heavy and profound for them who are immature, and they may not be able to truly understand what it means to take that step at such a critical moment.

However, everyone has not recovered from the shock, and the representative of his family happily went to eat Muggle meals with his Muggle friends.

Who else can tell them why Muggle food looks a bit tempting!

Why does the Muggle restaurant have a special children's meal and give away small toys! ! !

There was a buzzing below, and the judges in front didn't care about maintaining order, because they were also having heated discussions at the moment.

However, everyone relaxed for a few seconds, and watched another heart-to-heart dialogue between the Slytherin prefect and the abused magical child.

It is really bloody and inspirational, thrilling and funny coexisting.

Especially some of the students of Slytherin, who lived in pure-blood noble families since they were young, were instilled with a sense of superiority since they were born, thinking that they are good if they know magic.As for the specific advantages and how to make use of this advantage, I have never really thought about it seriously.

Therefore, many of them are enjoying the superior conditions of being pure-blooded nobles who can magic, and at the same time, they are doing nothing to waste their talents.

Cyril's sentence: "We are chosen, and we are willing to fight for it." It is like a key that instantly opens a small door in my heart. Inside the door is a lofty sense of responsibility and unparalleled self-confidence and the courage to fight for it.

This sentence was probably so shocking that many adult wizards couldn't help applauding spontaneously.The applause slowly became one piece and lasted for a long time.

Dumbledore moved his lips gently, and silently recited his once heroic words: "We are endowed with abilities, and this ability gives us the power to rule, but it also includes responsibilities to the ruled." The blue eyes became Long and deep.

Dumbledore was actually shocked when he saw Harry for the first time. This child who had been protected by him appeared so abruptly in front of everyone. However, I don't know if it was luck or Cyril discovered something. Not even a single word of the boy's name was asked.

Dumbledore's brain was running fast, and he had even thought about how to deal with this sudden occurrence.However, probably because Cyril is the main character, the camera spontaneously only gave little Harry a vague side profile, and then there was such a dialogue.

The old Headmaster sometimes believed that Cyril knew everything.The child was very transparent, full of spirituality and wisdom.The most commendable thing is that he saw kindness and justice in this child.In fact, the boy's behavior has never let him down.

Perhaps this is the result of the joint education from China, here, and both sides. Lao Lin taught the child the most precious modesty and kindness, while Cyril's father taught him responsibility and helped him retain his true nature.

Some people always say that he prefers Gryffindor students, maybe, after all, as a Gryffindor-born headmaster, there will always be feelings of one kind or another.But he himself knows that what he likes most is truth.A child should be real, happy and those little clever and naughty things that don't matter.

These Cyrilles have it all.

What a sweet little guy!

Thinking of this, Dumbledore stroked his beard happily.

Snape rushed back from Kensington Gardens, changed his robes in the office, and pushed open the door of the auditorium with a calm face, just in time to hear the end of the conversation between Cyril and Little Ha.

On the screen, Cyril was sucking a Coke with a silly face, puffing one cheek, and said vaguely: "From now on, you can write to me at ease. If there is anything I can help you, just ask. I also have a younger brother. Younger than you. In the future when you enter Hogwarts, maybe I can still cover you..."

The black-haired black-eyed wizard squinted his eyes. Although he didn't know who the little giant was talking to, why did the phrase "cover you" sound so harsh? ? ?