Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril pulled his hand out of Ping'an's big wet mouth, and poked his head out. The professor was in the first-year Potions class this morning, and he was the only one in this place.

Who would have dared to make any noise in the corridor by the head of Slytherin's door?

Taking advantage of Cyril's turning back, Ping An brought his big head closer, and took advantage of the little master's trance, and put his tie into his mouth.

Recently, this big guy in Ping An seems to have suddenly become enlightened, and he has become very curious about everything around him.Then stuff the things around him, especially the things with the smell of Cyril, into his mouth as much as he can.

This room was later set with a powerful protection spell by Dumbledore. It looked the same as usual, but as long as it suffered a little damage, it would quickly recover, and there was only a small bed left in the furniture.

Last night, before going to bed, Snape took a look at the two pets that Cyril left here, pulled out a quilt covered with saliva, a pillow, and followed Cyril from Ping An's mouth. A minibus that doesn't want to move all day.

This directly led to the fact that when Cyril came over this morning, he found that the only remaining cot had been disappeared by Dean Snape.

But the room was not empty, it was arranged by Cyril into a half humid and half warm and dry environment separated from wet and dry.The three meals are taken over by Doudou, and the two big guys often occupy one side here, which is not comfortable.

Cyril pulled out his wet tie from Ping An's mouth, untied it and stuffed it into the pocket of his robe, stood up and walked towards the door.

There was still a commotion outside the door.

It seems that the loud person is now arguing with the Medusa at the door.

"Thief! It's inside!! Let me in!!" The shrill voice was still yelling persistently at the door.

"No password, no entry."

"There is a damn restriction, you can't get in, or..." the voice outside was still saying angrily.

Cyril stood at the door, feeling that the voice outside the door became more and more familiar.

The door was opened, and Cyril appeared at the door, looked down at the "old elf" in front of him, and then called the other party's name uncertainly: "... Kreacher?"

The house-elf bent his back, bared his big bloodshot eyes, turned around instantly, and screamed in a hoarse voice: "Is it you? Is it you?!"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face.

What's the mess? !

Kreacher saw the other party's uncooperative face and the tendency to pretend to be stupid, and became even more angry. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Cyril tremblingly: "You are thieves! How can Slytherin be such a scum like you?" !!Give it back to me... you guys... uh, give it back to me..."

The "old elf" was very emotional, screaming angrily for a while, and then began to shed tears in big drops.

"My young master Regulus...my poor young master...I traded my life for it...you, you actually! Give it back to me!!!"

Kreacher suddenly raised his finger, and a burst of dazzling red light pointed directly at Cyril, who was completely unexpected at the door.

At this moment, a huge monster suddenly appeared in front of Cyril.

The blue-green fluff instantly pounced on Cyril, and also blocked Kreacher's attack.

The next second, with a "snap", Doudou appeared in the corridor, and held down Kreacher, who was also crumbling after the attack.

"You are not allowed to attack Mr. McLean! You are a bad elf!!" Doudou screamed angrily, casting elf magic on her hands one after another.

Xi Ruier didn't care about these things, and hurriedly crawled to the opposite of Ping An, who was motionless in front of him.

Ping An hasn't moved since that moment!

"Peace, peace! Are you all right!"

Then I saw the big fluffy guy squatting on the ground with a puffy face, chewing something in his mouth, his big flat face was full of seriousness.

A few seconds later, probably enough chewing, Ping An "Guji" swallowed it, and flicked his big tail excitedly at Xi Ruier.

"Chichi~~~~chirp, chirp, chirp~~!"

One of the blue-green inverted triangles on the tip of the tail turned red.

Cyril's eyes were wide open, his nose was red, and he was still holding Ping'an's big hairy face with one hand. He didn't know how to react for a moment.

In the end, he just let go of his hand silently, then leaned over and threw himself into Ping An's furry embrace.

Really, scared him to death...

There was the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor, and a black figure appeared in front of him, lifting Cyril who was hugging him safely.

"Cyril? Cyril!"

The low and familiar voice was panic that Cyril had never heard before.

"I'm fine... Dean, I'm completely fine..."

Cyril wrinkled her nose and stood in Dean Snape's hand.

Only then did he realize that the minibus was on his wrist at some point.

Snape was out of breath, and looked up and down several times before he was sure that there was nothing wrong with the boy in front of him.Then he pulled Cyril aside, pointed at the "old elf" who was firmly held down by Doudou with his wand.

"Dean, Dean! Don't cast a spell...it seems to mention Regulus..." Cyril stopped.

Snape held his wand in silence. After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand abruptly and turned around again.

"Doudou, take it to the principal's office."

"Obey." After Doudou got the order, she twisted Kreacher and disappeared in an instant.

"Put your pets back in and come with me."

"Ok."

……

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Xi Ruier found that he came here more frequently in the past two days.At this moment, he was sitting on a dark green soft chair, holding a cup of hot chocolate forced by Dean Snape.

Dumbledore and Snape were questioning Kreacher, who was tied to one side.

"You said that you attacked our wizards because you thought they stole your little master's most important thing?" Principal Dumbledore asked calmly and seriously.

Kreacher was obviously very afraid of Headmaster Dumbledore. He shrank for a long time, and finally said firmly: "Mr. Dumbledore...they came to Black's old house yesterday. Then the young master's locket disappeared."

"That's Slytherin's locket, not your young master's." Principal Dumbledore explained to it patiently.

"No! That belongs to my young master Regulus! He bought it with his life!" Kreacher insisted stubbornly.

"You got it in exchange for your life? Wasn't it the one who rewarded you?" a dark-faced Snape suddenly asked.

"It's not a reward!!! The little master asked Kreacher to take it away, himself... himself..."

Kreacher collapsed instantly.

"Kreacher can't disobey the little master's order, Kreacher killed the little master, Kreacher didn't turn back... the little master won't let Kreacher turn back..."

The elf finally started to cry loudly, as if finally venting all the pain he had suffered for so many years.

"That cave, the little master took me in...in the end I stayed in it, it was all...all horrible things...Only Kreacher came out by himself..."

Cyril stood up and put down the glass.

Gently released the binding spell on the elf with the wand, and handed over a handkerchief.

Kreacher blew his nose hard, and continued to cry: "The locket that the little master desperately took out... He drank a whole pot of poison 11... Life would be better than death... Old Kreacher wanted to help him, he said only Old Kreacher was able to leave, but it was too late... The little master said that the Black family was with the wrong person, so let the mistake end with him... and said, let old Kreacher do everything possible to destroy it..."

"But you can't destroy it." Cyril squatted down and said softly.

When Kreacher said this, he seemed to be even more broken. He wrapped his slender fingers around his head, and pulled his big ears fiercely.

"Old Kreacher has exhausted all available methods, and old Kreacher doesn't know what to do... For ten years, old Kreacher has looked at the locket every day, but there is nothing he can do!"

"Old Kreacher didn't dare to carry that pendant with him...it's scary, it can talk, and it can make you have nightmares...Old Kreacher is becoming more and more confused as he gets older...Old Kreacher is afraid that he will die , no one will remember the little master anymore, no one will remember the cave... Old Kreacher can't die, but he doesn't want to live alone..."

Cyril took out the black locket from which the venom had been removed from the Qiankun bag, and handed it forward.

"Kreacher, ruined. Don't you cry, look."

Kreacher stared at the black pendant in front of him with tears in his eyes, and slowly stretched out his slender fingers.

Poked uncertainly.

Another poke...

Then gently hold it up with your hands, tears fall drop by drop, and start laughing again after tears are shed.

After a few seconds, the embarrassed "old elf" sniffed and asked sullenly, "...you destroyed it?"

"That's it."

"What do you... need old Kreacher to do for you? Old Kreacher's life is yours... Honorable wizard, old Kreacher is sorry for using magic just now, I can punish myself..."

"I don't need anything... wait, I..."

Cyril stopped halfway and suddenly looked up at the dean and principal beside him, then lowered his head firmly and asked, "I need you to take us to that cave and bring your little master home."

Kreacher squatted on the ground, his eyes dimmed with tears. The young wizard opposite him was squatting right in front of him. There was a window behind him. The morning sun outside just shone in through the window, casting a layer on the young wizard who was somewhat backlit. The golden halo, at that moment, accompanied by the phrase "Bring your little master home", Kreacher suddenly felt that the Black family, which had been declining for decades, was finally seen by Merlin.

The old lady... the little master... the Black family... have you seen all this?

Seeing Kreacher's blank gaze, Cyril also scratched his head a little shyly, and continued to add: "It won't work for two days, we need to prepare, and I will notify you when we are ready?"

Kreacher sniffled, then nodded blankly.

"Old Kreacher...Old Kreacher...waiting for your call at any time...Thank you, thank you."

The domestic "old elf" was obviously stunned by the series of reversals, and didn't know what to say, but just thanked him repeatedly.

Fortunately, this is England, if kowtowing is popular again, he really can't stand it.Cyril thought about it casually.

"You're welcome. But this locket can't be given to you for the time being. We still have some use for it. Can I return it to you after the matter is over? Also, I'm really sorry for this kind of behavior of taking it away without telling you. .Please accept my apology...we didn't think that much about it at the time."

"It's okay, it's okay. Just hold it, and call old Kreacher at any time. Woooooo..."

Kreacher nervously grabbed the handkerchief in his hand, wanting to return it to Cyril, but saw that it was covered with tears and snot, and retracted his hand in embarrassment.

"You put it away, it's okay. Don't be so impulsive next time, if you get the tail safely...you will die..."

Cyril said and touched Kreacher's head lightly.