Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The prefect stood still at the end of the corridor, facing a medieval armor, and called the freshmen to gather.Cyril took the opportunity to politely nod and smile to the ghost as farewell, and quickly moved forward.

"Freshmen, this is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. You must remember to tell Mr. Armor the password before you can enter. The password for the start of school is PureBlood. Please remember it and don't spread it."

After finishing speaking, turn around and demonstrate: "PureBlood, sir."

The armor made a standing posture as if alive, nodded with a "click", and then creaked away, revealing the empty stone wall behind.In the next instant, the dark stone wall moved layer by layer and turned into a door.

The prefect walked into the lounge first, and everyone followed in turn.Cyril silently recited the password three times in his heart, and he was a little fortunate that the vocabulary was not complicated.

The Slytherin lounge is still dominated by silver and green like the courtyard emblem. Several dark green velvet sofas look big and soft, with bulging pillows and cushions with tassels hanging on them. In the middle of the lounge, a fireplace is half surrounded.

Tapestries and oil paintings hang on the walls all around.Some of the tapestries are paintings, some are words, which look dusty, like cultural relics.

The furniture in the lounge is all dark oak, calm and atmospheric.

Bringing the freshmen to the middle of the lounge, the male prefect asked everyone to keep quiet, saying that he was waiting for the dean to come over and give a simple speech.

Cyril was a little overjoyed after understanding, and could get close to the professor with black hair and black eyes.

The freshmen stood there obediently, and occasionally one or two whispered and whispered. From time to time, two or three students from other grades entered the common room. The atmosphere gradually became lively, and the sound of "buzzing" was everywhere.

At this time, a door directly opposite suddenly opened.A dark and slender figure walked out of the door, and Cyril felt that the public room was like a movie with the pause button pressed, and there was an instant silence.

The man was wearing a black robe, revealing a buttoned black shirt collar at the neck. His lower body was well-tailored trousers and a pair of well-polished black leather shoes of unknown leather but very elegant.

The wizard was tall, just like what Cyril saw from a distance, a little thin.

Because he was so close, he could clearly see his excessively pale face, like a wax figure.

He stood in front of the freshmen, turned his back, and stared at the tapestry embroidered on the wall in ecstasy. The students behind him were as quiet as chickens, and they followed their dean in ecstasy looking at the tapestry.

Cyril was very disturbed in his heart. Looking at the dark and tall figure in front of him, against the background of the huge tapestry, it seemed a bit lonely and tragic. trick.

The freshmen who were silent in the atmosphere looked up together, and no one dared to move.

The black figure turned around suddenly, with a small circle of black robe corners.

The sorcerer slowly pierced each student's face with his dark eyes and bottomless sharp gaze, making everyone who was watching feel shocked and stood up straight.

A deep, cello-like voice gently entered the ears:

"Rule number one: We are Slytherins, and we are born noble.

Rule Two: We are Slytherins, and the honor of Slytherins shall not be tarnished.

Rule Three: We are Slytherins, and we are willing to work harder to be perfect.

……

Rule Nine: We are Slytherins, and we honor the strong.

Rule ten: We are Slytherins, and the dean is our leader during school.

……"【Note】

At the beginning, everyone was immersed in the restrained and elegant voice of the wizard. Slowly, the students found their dean reciting the sentence on the wall.That's no ordinary cautionary tale, it's the Slytherin rules.

As the wizard recited each sentence, the corresponding words on the wall spontaneously flashed a golden light, as if a spell had been activated, and every sentence on the tapestry re-glowed with vitality, and the scene in front of him deeply cleansed everyone present. A young wizard's young heart, a kind of responsibility and pride from the inside out filled everyone - including Cyril. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the sentences on the wall were not complicated, and he could understand most of them, and had a deep feeling. feeling.

After reciting the Slytherin rules, the wizard paused for a few seconds before speaking:

"Welcome, every...new student."

Speaking of this, Cyril felt that the dean's eyes stayed on his face for two seconds or more, and he straightened his back unconsciously.

"Being able to enter Slytherin... At least it shows that you are not completely brainless idiots. Then, please use your poor little brains to always remember what to do and what not to do."

When he said this, the wizard focused his eyes on the boy on the far side who was about to move back for two more seconds, and the boy froze on the spot for an instant.

"I am your Head Master and Potions Master, Severus Snape. The office is at the end of the eastern corridor.

The purpose of a professor or dean is to serve every student...but at the same time, I hope you remember not to waste my precious time with trivial matters.

I don't think I'm very patient, so I hope you will think twice before acting.

After all... No one guarantees you that once you enter Hogwarts, you will be able to stay there until graduation.

Please copy the Slytherin rules ten times before the end of this week... the full version and hand it over to the prefect.Don't try to get away with it, because number ten is right around the corner.Well, everyone go to bed early tonight, I don't want to see any late students from my courtyard tomorrow morning. "

The wizard's voice became lower and lower, and even the last sentence was close to a whisper, but everyone heard it very clearly, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Professor Snape raised the corners of his robes slightly, made a gesture of wrapping his arms, and signaled the students present to return to their dormitories immediately, right now.

Cyril turned around like clockwork and followed the flow of people, then walked quickly towards the entrance on the left.

"Mr. McLean stay." The familiar voice sounded again, and the boy who was called had to take back his left foot, and silently turned his head to look back at his young dean.

"Follow me."

Professor Snape turned around in an instant, picked up the black robe that was billowing at his feet, and strode ahead, and Cyril had to trot to keep up with a dazed expression.

After entering the door that Professor Snape came in just now, they turned left and right along a long and narrow corridor with stone walls, and finally came to a door. This time the door was not armor, but an oil painting.

Having seen ghosts and moving stairs, Cyril is no longer so fussed about talking and moving portraits.

"Gill grass." Professor Snape took the lead, standing in front of the portrait and indifferently spit out a word that Cyril had never heard before.

"The password is correct. Good evening, my professor." The beauty in the portrait has snake-like hair, spitting out snake letters in the air, but has a beautiful face, and even playfully played with Professor Snape after he said the password blinked.

The black door opened, and the tall wizard walked in first, followed by Cyril staggeringly.

The author has something to say:

【Note】

There are many books on the Slytherin rules,

But my favorite is "Born Noble" - Tian Wang Da

I originally wanted to write a magnificent, high-end, passionate... (feel it) Finally... I took the lead and edited it. It may not be appropriate but pretend to be high-end. . . (Doge face)