Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

At that moment, Cyril felt that his father, Benny, was radiant and [-] meters tall.

Benny said in a slow aristocratic tone: "It just so happens that I know a... Muggle friend who is in an important position. I think he should have a way to call the surveillance of the entire London. It is something like a magical video. "

Cyril instantly understood his father's intentions.

Must be looking for Sherlock's big brother!Mycroft! ! !

"Oh!! Your Excellency McLean... hello, I hope you remember me... I think... what I want to say is that you don't have to..."

Umbridge turned around in an instant when her father spoke, and with a kind of flexibility that didn't belong to her figure, she sprinted directly under Benny in a few steps, stammering and blushing, trying to stop her.

"No, it's fine, Ms. Umbridge. It is our unshirkable responsibility and obligation to contribute to the peace of the wizarding world." Benny raised his chin and answered with a righteous face.

"Oh! Your Excellency!" Umbridge looked even redder.

"..."

Cyril felt that he was about to go blind, so he sneaked a glance at his mother as he turned his head.

Lin Jiu sat next to Benny with a dignified demeanor and a smile, as if he couldn't see Umbridge's existence.

"Temporarily suspend the trial!" Ms. Burns knocked hard on the previous magic device.

……

"Mr. McLean, how long do you need?"

"One hour." Benny replied, then nodded to Cyril and the family around him, and hurriedly left the seat.

"Mom, professor, I'll go with my dad!" Cyril yelled like a monkey, and walked out with his dad.

"This is not a good time to meet your Muggle friends." Benny didn't seem surprised by Cyril's following.

"It's okay, I just want to see Muggle things." Cyril replied indifferently.

Snape turned his head to see the little troll bouncing out with his father.

He feels amazing now.

Yes, just wonderful, very, very wonderful.

The current trial is closely related to Lily's death. In the past, he would never have attended such a trial. On the one hand, he could not bear it, and on the other hand, he could not face it.

As time goes by, his secret or youthful feelings for Lily are almost smoothed out by guilt and pain.

He almost forgot the first time he saw Lily in the small park, the small flower blooming in the palms of the two of them, Lily's flamboyant red hair, emerald gentle eyes and dazzling smile.

For a long time, what occupied his memory were the scars all over the ground, the broken doors and windows, the silent corpse on the ground, the red hair smeared like blood, and the crying of her child.

The dark night, the sky with lightning, the wind and the grim old man on the top of the mountain.

Goodness is always short-lived, but pain is long-lasting.

How many years?he asked himself.

Living like a walking dead, lingering and breathing the air Lily breathed, walking on the land Lily stepped on, stepping on her blood.

Every step he took felt like he was walking on thin ice.

In other words, he is a person walking on thin ice, ready to accept drowning at any time.

8 years.

"Lily", a sweet and youthful name that used to be on my lips when I was young, has become "Lily, I'm sorry".

He thought he had no feelings anymore, all his emotions, his beliefs, and his soul were buried in the coffin that contained Lily and kept him away.

But now, he sat calmly in the courtroom, listening to the twists and turns of the past, watching everyone analyze the right and wrong of a case that cost 14 lives like a math problem.

He thought he was going crazy.

However, it does not.

He sat on a chair with his back leaning against the soft velvet back of the chair, and while listening to the trial, he explained to Cyril beside him what he didn't understand.

The grey-green eyes, quite different from the emeralds, looked at him trustingly and adoringly.

He even knew that, not only trusting and adoring, the boy would be wronged, triumphant, slit into a slit, and stare angrily.

Cyril is a magical person, he is born with richer emotions than others, full of emotional appeal.

Then, she appeared beside her so abruptly.

Maybe the little giant monster itself is a messenger sent by Merlin!

When his English was not good enough, he would barge into his office in a panic, staring, holding a Muggle dictionary in his hand; when his English improved a little, he would start all kinds of mischief, going around at night, wishing he could give up everything Gwarz was all his; he felt relieved a little bit, and got into a catastrophe again, and at that time, he knew that he still had the ability to worry and get angry like crazy, and also discovered the strange connection of the blessing potion; he There are stupid pillows that Cyril bought on his sofa, and on his window sill (no, no, now in the next room) are two big house-breaking pets sleeping; now the little troll is 14 years old, and he will be 15 soon Years old, then 16, 17... Growing up so fast, whether it's height or courage, he almost forgot what it was like to be a five-headed little bean, stuttering and tugging at his sleeves, not daring to apparate.

Snape felt that if he had a child, he wouldn't have been more patient than he had been with Cyril.

My missing five senses, my missing emotions, all seem to have been found by this little monster with gray-green eyes.

Children always inspire me. — Dumbledore always said that.

He used to disdain until he met Cyril.

Especially in the past year, Cyril seems to have grown rapidly.In many cases, he could even be alone. Snape recalled himself at the same age, and felt that apart from being more gloomy and vigilant, he didn't seem to be doing better than him.

Many times he has the illusion that Cyril is no longer the child, junior, student and lover he has to take care of, but a partner who can walk side by side.

For example, when arresting Peter Petrou, I subconsciously let Siri cooperate with me to outflank the attack, instead of letting him hide and solve it by myself.

Snape twitched his lips boredly.

He felt that he paid more and more attention to Cyril recently. In the past, he forced himself to see if the little boy had caused trouble, but now he forced himself to look away, so as not to be like a silly mother or father who is concerned about gains and losses.

(Coconut, together with Benny and Lin Jiu: Professor, do you have any misunderstandings about the identities of parents?

Professor: Isn't this the mentality of parents?

Coconut: emmmmm...hehe, as long as you are happy.After all, Cyril was 14 now, a child. )

It must be because of that strange blessing potion!

Snape stared blankly at the door.

Did the little giant go out from here just now?Is it okay to go out with his unreliable father?

While he was in a daze, a slender figure appeared at the door, and the little giant jumped back happily, behind him was his "unreliable" father Benny.

"Dean! Let me tell you, Muggle satellites and real-time monitoring are amazing! Although sometimes the picture is not very clear." The little troll jumped over happily and sat down next to Snape.

(20s)

Probably because the movement was too big, there was a "boom", and a row of chairs shook.

There was a "boom" together, as well as Snape's heart beating back in his stomach.

The Head of Hogwarts Slytherin House and Potions Professor, who had been struggling with safety for a long time, was instantly relieved.

Then a disgusted expression quickly changed on his face: "Why are you sweating from running? What about Slytherin's demeanor, Mr. McLean?"

……

On the other hand, Benny handed over the newly obtained, hot evidence to Ms. Burns.

The unsmiling Ms. Burns rarely cracked a small, subtle smile.

"Thank you. Your Excellency McLean. Justice and fairness, as well as the entire magic community, will thank you for your efforts."

"It's easy to do." Benny also saluted gracefully, nimbly dodging Umbridge's body squeezing over, and then quickly walked up to the stands.

Ms. Burns quickly rang the magic instrument at hand, and the scene returned to an orderly state again, and the crowd who gathered together and sighed returned to their original positions, waiting for the next trial result.

"Now we will move on to the trial of the 1980 Sirius murder case." Ms. Burns was standing this time.

"The video crystal ball provided by Mr. McLean will be displayed below." Burns carefully handed the crystal ball to his assistant.

The assistant put the crystal ball on a specific instrument, and the whole hall began to present the scene at that time in three dimensions.

"The evidence comes from the surveillance video of the Muggle authorities. It may not be very clear, but we have tried our best to restore it." Burns looked up at the scene together, and then explained.

This is a surveillance video of the street. Xi Ruier guessed that it was shot at a very high place, probably due to equipment problems, and the picture is a bit blurry.

But everyone can still recognize two conspicuous people on the street at a glance.

The tall Sirius was approaching the short Pettigrew step by step, holding a wand in his hand. Although there was no sound, everyone could see that he was roaring at the top of his lungs.

Pettigrew Peter, the short man, backed away all the way at first, was slowly cornered, and finally took up his wand too.

Sirius seemed to be roaring something, and his whole body was shaking excitedly.

At this moment, Pettigrew, who had always been at a disadvantage, suddenly chanted a spell, and pointed his wand viciously at Sirius.

Instantly a white light.

Then the picture turned into a snowflake.

……

unambiguous evidence.

The audience was silent.

"Now, I will announce the result of the trial." Ms. Burns was the first to reflect, and picked up the parchment of judgment with a cold face.

"First, Peter Petru betrayed the Potters of the Order of the Phoenix to serve the Mysterious Man; second, Peter Petru made a vicious explosion, killing 12 innocent Muggles; third, Peter Petru fled in fear of crime. The crime cannot be pardoned, and the punishment for several crimes will be punished as a dementor, and it will be executed immediately."

Ms. Burns paused and continued to announce: "The victim, Sirius, is acquitted. First, the Ministry of Magic returns all of his property, including the repair of his damaged wand; second, for eight years in Azkaban. , give economic and political compensation, restore its legal status and power, and publish a public letter of apology in major media for a week. Wait for the victim Sirius to appear and start execution."

Ms. Burns' voice was resonant and powerful, and every word was like a powerful nail that nailed everyone's hearts.

"Are there any doubts?"

Everyone present stopped making a sound, including that annoying woman like a pink hill.

"Then the trial is over."

A hammer is fixed.

……

On the way back, Cyril spontaneously went back to school with Snape, and his parents and the rest of the family went back to McLean Manor.

Mother Lin Jiu grabbed her husband's arm suddenly, and twisted his arm hard from an invisible angle: "Honey, that woman in pink stared at me just now."

"Toad, toad, and toad seem to be staring at everyone. Don't worry about it, my dear, it may be because you are so beautiful."

Benny immediately answered with a smile on his face, with a strong desire to survive.

"Maybe. Baby Cyril, study hard at school, owl what you want to eat, we will send you some snacks tomorrow."

Lin Jiu let go of her husband's arm, and hugged her precious son vigorously.

"Okay, Mom, you have to take care too. Owl contact, see you on holiday!"

"See you on holiday~!"

Snape stood patiently aside, watching the troll say a weary goodbye to his family.

"Mr. Snape, please take good care of Cyril. I'm not very grateful." Lin Jiu leaned close to Snape and whispered while Cyril was acting like a baby with her grandmother.

"Okay, ma'am," Snape replied softly, too.

……

Back in the carriage.

Cyril and Snape sat side by side.

"I'll be back at school in a while, after the celebration party, come to my office at night, we have something to discuss." Snape said suddenly.

"Oh, yes. What kind of potion?" Cyril asked with big gray-green eyes.

Snape turned his face, tilted his head slightly, looked at the boy in front of him seriously, and slowly... a smirk.

"What gave Mr. McLean such an illusion. I obviously wanted to chat with you casually about your heroic performance in the second project."