Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The inter-school friendly match became easier in an instant because of the change of the lineup. The most important thing is that most of the people who came to participate in the five-school alliance took the IQ route, and they were not very good at playing, so Dumbledore temporarily Changed strategy.

Even so, the main force of the two teams is still Hogwarts and Durmstrang.

Roland was happily assigned to Cyril's team, and he was the Seeker of Cyril's team. The training in the past two days was particularly "sticky".

So Cyril, who had just been withdrawn from the five-school league for two days, devoted himself to the "sour" life of attending classes in the morning, practicing in the afternoon, and being attacked by Dean Snape's poisonous tongue in the evening.

On the day of the Quidditch match, everything went well, or rather, harmoniously.

At the beginning, both sides scored two goals each, and then began to "show their skills" casually.

It was rare for the Hogwarts Quidditch team to have such an easy game, and everyone tried their best to be cool.

Roland and Bill each circled the field on their own comets.

The narrator is also Ravenclaw's "mechanical voice" lady.

So the following scene appeared: Ms. Mechanical Voice: "This action is Thomas' fake action. Flint may not have done it clearly enough just now..."

Gene, who was bored in front of the hole, immediately sat upright on the broom when he heard the words, and then made a false move again in a standard manner.

"..."

The girls at the scene cheered.

As if specifically to fight against Gene, Bill immediately made a more difficult maneuver, and then, under the explanation of Ms. "Mechanical Sound", he smugly flicked his red ponytail.

Cyril and John felt like they were tossing the ball around the court.

Occasionally, the opponent scores a goal, and they make up for it in time.

Seeing the headmaster's impromptu decision to change teams, Cyril understood the meaning and result of this match.

As long as there is no conflict of interest with himself, the college or the school, he doesn't mind having an exhibition match for entertainment.

Just like now.Cyril was in a daze casually and sent the oncoming ball flying.

In the end, the game ended with Bill getting the Golden Snitch.

The school leaders and students expressed their satisfaction.

As with the audience, so with the players.

Cyril took a shower, changed his clothes and came out of the locker room, just in time to meet Dean Snape waiting at the door.

It was expected that the black-haired wizard did not come to watch the match.But at this moment, the dean appeared here, standing not far from the locker room, which was beyond his expectation.

"Dean." Cyril shook his dripping hair, and moved closer to Snape.

"Follow me." Snape nodded slightly, then turned around and signaled Cyril to follow.

A dark green towel was thrown into the boy's hand. The boy held his broom under his arm, and began to wipe his wet hair with the towel in one hand.He didn't ask where he was going, just followed quickly.

Snape led Cyril all the way down the corridor and down the cellar.

"Let's go to Black's old house. Now go to the room inside and take your baby snake." Snape said flatly when he pushed open the office door.

"Huh? Now?" Cyril asked while standing his broom in the corner of the office.

"Well. Lord Slytherin said that Black's old house has been opened, so why not find the pendant he mentioned earlier."

"Oh, alright."

Cyril ran to the connected office, and then dug out the sleeping minibus from under the "Hybrid Pixiu" Ping'an's stomach.

Pingan was very happy to see its owner come to see it. It jumped up and down the room with its paws, probably because it was too excited. It swung its big tail several times and successfully scrapped a simple wooden table.

"As expected. I think your pet should return to nature." Snape's voice sounded from the next door.

"I'm sorry Professor, I'll fix this table when I come back."

Cyril hurriedly comforted the big guy who was screaming "Jijiu~chiji~", and replied loudly.

Snape in the next room seemed to be preparing for the trip, so he didn't make any more noise.

Wrapping the minibus around his wrist, Cyril jumped out: "It's almost ready, how do we get there?"

"Of course it's an official visit." Snape, who was standing at the door, smirked.

Snape approved the leave note with Dumbledore in advance, and then decided to take his lover out of school in the school's Yeqi carriage.

One second before Cyril climbed into the carriage, Snape stopped him.

"Drink this."

Cyril looked at the light green potion in his hand, and silently unscrewed the bottle cap.

"The school season is changing recently, I hope Mr. McLean will try not to run around the world stupidly, and then cause unnecessary... trouble."

The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard seemed to have remembered something, and added with the corner of his mouth curled up: "I heard that France has the most people with colds."

Not knowing why, Cyril nodded solemnly.I silently decided to spend more time in the dormitory and the dean's office recently.

As he grew older, Cyril inevitably came into contact with this kind of "knowledge", some from John Ravenclaw's love story, and some from the magazines that Gene secretly stuffed.

Of course, he already knew some things that boys should know at this age, and he also deeply realized how much a "disaster" it would be for a boy with a slightly less majestic appearance to have a pair of hairy ears on his head.

Suddenly, I remembered the letters that senior sister Wendy read to me a few days ago. Some of them were from male classmates, all of which were extraordinarily hot and explicit pursuits: "May you rest on my arms and sleep soundly on my muscles... ..."

"Your white and tender face is like a boiled egg, I can't help but want to take a bite..."

"..."

In case this group of crazy humans suddenly discovers that "boiled eggs" have a pair of white fox ears one day, then...

Cyril trembled violently, immediately closed his brain hole, and swallowed the light green potion in his hand in one gulp.

Ah, very good.It smells like jasmine—the smell of dim sum sent by Mommy.

……

Snape and Cyril arrived at Black's old house - No. 12 Grimmauld Place, in the Yeqi carriage for more than half an hour.

Cyril was surprised when he got off the carriage.

"I thought the eternally pure Black family would live in a wizarding village...or a mountaintop?"

The boy looked around at the densely packed Muggle residential buildings, feeling that the contrast was a bit big.

"Oh." Snape sneered, but didn't respond.

"Don't they collapse? Surrounded by Muggles every day? Is this the legendary hermit in the city?"

Cyril opened her big gray-green eyes curiously.

"..."

Snape glanced expressionlessly at the little troll who was whispering beside him, and raised his wand instead of answering.

A spark flashed from the tip of the wand, and then the building in front of me was instantly split in half. A chubby, dark house was squeezed between the two houses. I probably felt that the place was a bit small, and the black house was still going back and forth. Twisted and twisted...

If that can be called a waist.

"..."

Why do you think the appearance of this house is a bit cute? !

Snape walked to the house sullenly, and knocked on the pull ring on the door.

After a while, the door opened slowly, and a house-elf stood in the front.

It was the oldest elf Cyril had ever seen, with drooping eyes and white ears.

"Kreacher, get out of the way." A male voice came from behind the elf.

"Old Elf" muttered and bowed, slowly moved away.

Cyril finally met the grown-up live-action "bear kid"—Sirius Black.

He is thinner than he looks in the photo, with dark half-length curly hair and gray eyes. Probably because of his thinness, his cheekbones are a bit high, and his whole face is sharp and angular.

He could vaguely see the shadow of the rebellious boy in Snape's memory.

Especially when he said the next sentence: "Snotty, what do you want to see me for? I've been so busy recently that I don't have time to fight with you."

The movement of the chin, the half-closed eyes and the frivolous corners of the mouth that looked a bit in need of a beating.

The moment Xiril heard the word "snot-nosed man", he wanted to put the advanced version of Ping An and flick his tail at him.

It is really a mistake not to bring safety!Cyril felt sad, so he had no choice but to cast his expectant eyes on the dean beside him.

Sure enough, the dean beside him did not disappoint Cyril, and immediately hissed in the next second: "I'm sorry, I had to come to the kennel to find you. Also, I never fight with dogs. After all... …a dog bites me, and I cannot bite a dog.”

Sirius' face was livid, and it looked like he was about to slam the door, but Snape strode over and blocked the door.

Cyril rushed in with a wink in an instant.

Panting heavily, Sirius watched Snape calmly walk into his ancestral home with a cannibalistic gleam in his gray eyes.

"We can finish talking in the corridor." Sirius resisted very much.

"I can not."

Snape himself led the way across the corridor into the dim living room.Cyril was already sitting on the dark sofa, smiling and looking harmless.

Knowing that he had let the minibus out to find the pendant, Snape sat down next to Cyril with a straight face.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Sirius raked his hair irritably.

"Give you this."

Snape used his wand to conjure up a dozen yellowed letters, which floated over.

As soon as Sirius caught it, he glanced suspiciously at Snape and then put his eyes on the letter in his hand.

Seeing this, his face became even darker.

"How do you have these?"

"Given to me by my old friend."

"I'm not interested, you take it." Sirius said and wanted to throw the letter back.

"Open one," Snape said flatly.

Sirius instinctively wanted to refuse, but he still couldn't hold back. He tore open the top letter and took out the parchment inside to unfold it.

Gray eyes glanced casually at the contents of the parchment.

Slowly, all expression disappeared from Sirius' face.

Cyril saw the big "bear child" holding the parchment tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were criss-crossed, and he was faintly shaking from the exertion.