Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape returned to his original place and sat down.

Dumbledore immediately turned back and asked, "It seems that Cyril is all right?"

"Hmmm. Lucky kid, his father, a group of suspected wizards from America and Muggle police are all there." Snape snorted and said in a low voice.

"Suspected wizard?"

"The principal asked me to pass it on to you." Snape handed the letter to Dumbledore and stopped talking, leaning back in his chair and watching Cyril's big picture without image on the big screen. Eat special food.

"Who is he talking to?" Snape asked casually.

"A little wizard from a passer-by. There is no close-up, so I can't see clearly." Professor Fei Liwei replied enthusiastically, "Yes."

"Mr. Cyril McKellen is really outstanding. I'm happy for you, Severus. I'm also happy for Hogwarts." Professor Sprout couldn't help but nodded his head.

Snape let out a gasp from his nose as a response. The wizard looked deeply at the happy appearance of the little troll in the live broadcast. Added lightly: "The performance is not bad. But he still has a long way to go, and there are still many things he can do better."

Everyone who was about to join in the praise: "..."

What's with the sense of sight that one's own child won the first prize and said humbly, "This is good luck, but in fact he still has struggles"? ? ?

Anyway, you have finished all the good and bad things by yourself? ? ?

……

London Golden Arches.

Cyril and Sherlock finished their unhealthy lunch, and walked out of the restaurant with a car toy set for children.

Before going out, Cyril blinked at little Harry.

Little Harry smiled knowingly, showing his small white teeth.

"So, where are you going next?" Cyril asked with his pockets in his pocket.

"Go to Barts Hospital, one of my experimental samples is there." Sherlock looked at the car in his hand with disgust.

"Hey, if you don't like it, you can give it to me." Cyril also stared at the car in Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock glanced at the green car in Cyril's hand, then at his own, and resolutely refused: "No, I quite like it."

As he spoke, he stuffed it into the pocket of his suit jacket.

"..."

"Are you going back?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, my mission is over, I can go back to school."

"Oh." Sherlock seemed to want to ask something, but he pursed his lips and held back.

"Are you coming to London when you're on holiday? I mean, I actually have a lot of interesting cases."

"Yes... can I contact you then?"

"Ah."

The two walked all the way to the crossroads.Cyril accompanied Sherlock and waited for a taxi.

"If possible, we can communicate."

"Communication?"

Sherlock's expression looked full of surprise "Is anyone still writing letters these days???".

"Uh, our school is a bit remote and closed, so we write letters at most."

"address?"

"If you don't mind... you can give the letter to your brother..." Cyril whispered into Sherlock's deadpan gaze.

"Okay. Then, goodbye my little assistant." Sherlock opened the door of the taxi parked beside him.

"Goodbye, big detective." Cyril smiled and helped him close the car door, and waved his hand.

Sherlock sat silently on the back seat, watching the figure of the rookie assistant being left behind little by little, and finally took out a gold coin from his pocket.

On the obverse of the gold coin is a chubby little dragon waving its wings, with Galleon engraved on it; the reverse engraved with GringottsBank (Gringotts Bank).Pure gold material, exquisite workmanship, definitely not a toy.

Gringotts - Is there such a bank in England?

Sherlock hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, and the corners of his eyes narrowed into a deep slit.

He rubbed his fingers over the gold coin that he picked up from the party lawn and was accidentally dropped by Cyril.Put it back in your pocket at the end.

Fantastic little assistant, although still pretty good.

Cyril found an empty corner, took out the door key, and drove back to school directly.

On the wall of the Hogwarts auditorium, the screen belonging to Cyril slowly became transparent, then shrank and disappeared, and the remaining four screens expanded to occupy their previous positions.

Cyril felt his belly hooked, and then quickly entered the whirling vortex, and when his feet landed, he was standing in front of the gate of Hogwarts.

The boy casually patted the ashes on his body. For the first time today, there was no one on campus, not even Filch.

Pushing open the door of the auditorium, Cyril felt "all attention" for the first time.

Everyone stared at him at first, seeing that Cyril couldn't hold back and then took a wrong step. Then, whoever started it, the whole auditorium erupted into warm applause, whistles and cheers.

Cyril was a little confused about the situation, blinked his eyes, and then was pulled by Dumbledore with a blank face and sat directly on a newly conjured chair between the headmaster and Snape.

Cyril looked back at the roommates who were not able to match the principal's quick movements, so he had to stand and cheer for him, showing a silly smile.

"Son, come and drink some water." Madam Pomfrey brought over a glass bottle filled with blue liquid.

Cyril thanked, dizzily opened it, smelled it, and it was an energy supplement potion drink.

Going back to school felt like a world away, not quite used to it yet, and a little unclear about the situation, Cyril, who was sipping a drink, looked back and forth at the people around him.What was everyone doing during his game?

His eyes swept to Dean Snape who was sitting beside him.Just wanted to say hello, but the dean sat upright, looking seriously at the front and didn't want to chat.

Cyril stuck out her tongue and followed the professor's gaze.

What are you looking at, so serious.

The moment his neck was twisted away, Cyril's pupils suddenly dilated, and the bottle "Duang" in his hand hit the table.

"This... this... what is this?" Cyril heard his trembling voice.

"Oh, the performance of the other four contestants is live, boy. Do you need a headset?" Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"All? Can you see them all?" Cyril gasped.

"Almost, some intimate plots are not shown. For example, going to the toilet or something. Don't worry about that!" Dumbledore seemed in a good mood and explained patiently.

"Mine, can you see it too?" Cyril asked in a low voice unwilling to give up.

"Heh." Snape, who was beside him with folded arms, let out a breath, and then let out a meaningful sneer from the bottom of his heart.

"..."

┭┮﹏┭┮I want to go home...I want to go home right now...

Cyril moved his butt on the chair uneasily, and moved towards Principal Dumbledore with a strong desire to survive.

Then, not surprisingly, he received another death stare from the head of Slytherin.

"..."

The mixed-race boy sat on the chair, as if his tail had grown out, and sat on one side, looking up at the performance of other contestants on the screen with a hopeless half-up, and then absent-mindedly recalling what he said was okay Let's fix it again.

Before 6:[-] p.m., students from the remaining four schools came back one after another, and everyone seemed exhausted.

In the evening, Hogwarts held a barbecue bonfire directly on the lawn to celebrate.

Cyril took advantage of the confusion and slipped back to his Slytherin friends, and ate the skewers together.

"You know what? You're going to scare us to death, we all thought..." Gene gave half of the baked potatoes to his girlfriend and half to Cyril.

"Well, it's actually fine. I'm not hurt at all." Cyril waved his hands carelessly.

"But that part of what I said was really amazing, the part I said to that little friend." Bowen Abbott and his Hufflepuff girlfriend sat beside Cyril, pouting Said with a look of admiration.

"Yes, yes, I see that many juniors and even seniors are deeply touched!" Bowen's round-faced girlfriend said sincerely.

"Hey." Cyril scratched her head casually.

Probably due to the closer competition, the four houses of Hogwarts are now in unprecedented harmony.

"So you finally caught the bad guy? Looks all right?" John leaned over and hooked his shoulders, shaking.

"should be."

"What's that thing in the Muggle's hand?"

"Is that restaurant delicious? Is it expensive? Can you use Galleon?"

"Does the clothing store your father invests in have a mail-order brochure? Does it have new products? Does it accept customization?"

……

The people around Cyril gathered more and more, and after everyone sighed and greeted, there was endless curiosity.

"Cyril!"

Cyril felt a hand grab her wrist and be dragged out of the crowd.

Roland changed into a light-colored tunic, looking handsome and upright. At this moment, he stood outside the crowd with a worried expression on his face.

Cyril was dragged by his wrist to a quieter corner of the lake.

"Hi, Roland. I think your game went well today." Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Cyril had to take the initiative to say hello.

"...much safer than yours..." Roland hesitated for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence.

"Actually, it's okay..."

Roland opened his blue-purple eyes and looked at the boy in front of him seriously, as if he was carefully observing whether there was nothing wrong with him.

"I just watched the crystal ball recorded by my classmate. It's really scary..." Roland said softly, with a special French nasal voice, and it looked hazy with the not-so-bright sky.

Cyril didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

"I can't imagine you facing all that alone, and panicking..."

"It's all right, really. Let's go eat grilled corn!"

Cyril felt a little unnatural under the constant gaze of the other party, and Roland's eyes at the moment were like crystals that could flow, flickering with light and emotion that made him flustered.

"Wait first..." Roland reached out again, this time grabbing Cyril's arms with both hands.

Cyril widened his gray-green eyes, looked at the imprisoned arms, and was a little dazed for a while.

Does this feel a bit wrong?

"...Roland?"

Roland froze for a moment, as if he was a little dazed by his gaffe, but it was only for a few seconds.After a few seconds, Roland pursed his lips, his eyes bright and dark, but he still didn't withdraw his hands in the end.

Cyril could feel that Roland was nervous, and then he was also nervous, although he hadn't figured out what they were nervous about...

In the next second, Cyril was forcefully pulled into an embrace smelling of sage and linden.

? ? ? ! ! !

"Syril, I asked, and they said that you are not dating, nor engaged..."

Cyril listened to Roland's muffled voice through the other's chest, which was unreal, mixed with the intense heartbeat of "dong dong dong".

"I was thinking, you are so good, there must be many people pursuing you. We have only known each other for less than a month..."

"But I still can't help it, I want to get closer to you, get closer to you, I'm happier than you when I see you happy, I see you working hard to help you complete everything, I see you in danger, I hate that I am not by your side... "

"I don't want to bear it anymore...Mr. Cyril McLean, can you accept my pursuit? I like you."

The gray-green eyes widened suddenly, trying to struggle out of his arms, and for the first time realized that Roland, who was only a little taller than him, was surprisingly strong...

A black robe corner appeared from behind a tree not far away, and then quietly disappeared.