Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After Snape took Cyril out of the principal's office, he asked Cyril to go back first.

He actually still has classes, a classroom of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs waiting for his papers.

……

Go back to an hour ago.

This is a first grade class, and everyone is doing the elementary version of Nonsense Potion.

Snape stood on the podium with his arms folded and looked around, making criticisms by the way.

There are a few Ravenclaw students who have done the preview in advance, and they are quick to get started, but Hufflepuff is not very optimistic. The ingredients for the potion, as if you can stop doing it until the end of class.

But in fact, speaking from his heart, he has no aversion to teaching this class.

It was the afternoon of Gryffindor and Slytherin that really gave him a headache.He doesn't like stupid students, nor does he hate them.But students who think they are smart, arrogant, and don't study hard will be finished if they fall into his hands.

Half the students in Slytherin like to think they are smart, and half of the Gryffindors are always fanciful and confident.

The two colleges have classes together, coupled with the long history, he always has a headache, so his temper is also very violent.

When his thoughts returned, a portrait on the wall suddenly called him in a low voice.

This is a rare thing, because everyone knows that his class is not allowed to interrupt at will.

Snape quietly walked to the side of the portrait, lowered his head slightly.

"Professor Snape, Medusa, let me tell you that the boy in your office appears to be haunted by a deranged house-elf."

Snape's expressionless face darkened visibly to the naked eye.

"I'll go right away." The wizard nodded slightly, and immediately turned around.

"Everyone, stop for a moment. Let's start now, stop making potions, and start writing a thesis: describe in detail the steps and experience in making the primary version of nonsense potions. Two pieces of parchment are handed in after class."

After all, with a wave of his wand, the cauldrons in front of everyone suddenly went out, and then Snape put them into the cabinet.

"Anyone who does an experiment or plays in my class before I get back... I shall find out. Then..."

All the little eagles and little badgers below didn't dare to make a sound, and then watched the terrifying potions professor blowing past the classroom door like a gust of wind and being closed with a "bang!"

Snape ran all the way, not forgetting to call Doudou to hold him back first.

It was the second time this month that he had cursed Hogwarts not to Apparate.

……

In the evening, Cyril sat on the small cushion under the single sofa chair in Dean Snape's office with peace in his arms.

On one side, I held a wire comb (kindly sponsored by Wendy, who said it was very useful for combing her cat's fur) to help comb the hair safely.

Snape didn't dislike him for not doing his job properly, and he was immersed in writing a potion report.

Cyril combed for a while, his tired arms were sore, he put down the brush, flicked his wrist, sneaked a few glances at the dean, and finally couldn't help asking: "Dean, can I ask you something?" ? You must not be angry."

"Yeah." Snape snorted without looking up.

The little giant is getting more and more presumptuous, and now he dares to speak like that.

"In your memory..." Cyril only started, then stopped, watching Dean Snape's reaction nervously.

Snape paused for a moment before continuing to write the remaining few words.Then he put the quill into the pen holder and looked up.

Looking at the apprehensive kid on the opposite side, Snape was momentarily speechless.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in the seventh grade, he received a letter from Benny from China. Inside the envelope was a photo of the three-year-old little troll opposite him and a Muggle letter paper full of silly father's testimonials.

There is a saying that is appropriate here.

“西弗勒斯我的朋友，你知道吗？孩子就是梅林给你的奇迹，他们的存在让你一边想爱他，把最好的都给他，又一边想揍他，狠狠打他的butt."

Right now he wants to do the latter thing.

He never knew that after someone peeked at other people's memories, they would have the cheek to ask for details they didn't understand? !

"It's just a very small problem..." Cyril gestured with two fingers, indicating that it was very small.

"Yeah." Snape heard himself reply.

Cyril's gray-green eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "I saw that when you were a child, your eyes were very close to the parchment when you were doing homework or taking notes, but now they are far away. At that time, were you... short-sighted?"

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect such a question.The wizard opened his mouth several times, finally stood up, sat on the sofa chair next to Cyril, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"It's a little short-sighted. When I was young... I usually hid in the attic and basement to read... You may have seen it too, my father... He didn't allow me to read that kind of books. The attic and basement are relatively dark."

Cyril sadly brushed the hair on Ping An's back again, raised his head after a few seconds and asked, "What about you now? Are you cured with potions?"

"Ah."

"But I remember the book said that none of the potions for myopia is permanent. They are all taken periodically."

Snape stared at Cyril at his lap, and the boy stared curiously into his round gray-green eyes.

He smirked and said, "Not in the book doesn't mean it doesn't exist in reality. The reason why it's not written in the book... is because the permanent myopia needs a kind of material, that kind of material..."

"Violation of 1 ban?"

"Ah."

"So it's like this... Can I learn this potion?"

Snape felt a little off. As far as he knew, the people around the little troll didn't seem to be short-sighted.

"Who are you going to give it to?"

"A child, he has no parents, very poor. I saw his eye temples were broken that day."

"I didn't know that Mr. McLean had stayed in Slytherin House for a long time, and he had the consciousness of helping the common people."

Cyril rushed up suddenly, half-sat on the armrest of Snape's sofa chair in a "rebellious" manner, leaned over to Dean Snape in a low voice and said mysteriously: "Dean, I use the spirit of our white fox After all the calculations, this kid is destined to be with all of us!"

Snape felt the other party's warm and moist breath close to his face, he tilted his head uncomfortably, and purposefully reprimanded with a straight face, "What do you look like, sit on a chair!"

"Oh." Cyril stepped over to the other side nimbly like a monkey, and sat on the sofa chair next to him, with his hands on his lap, in the standard sitting posture of a first-grade student of Sunshine Elementary School.

Snape saw Cyril's deliberate trickery, the softness in the corner of his eyes flickered, and he said coldly: "What fate? I wonder if you owe him something?"

"Huh??? Uh... um. Maybe. Mmm, that's it."

Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then admitted without any objection.

"This medicine is a bit time-consuming to make. But it's not difficult. I'll write the ingredients to you, and ask your father for some of them. The potion ingredient store in his hand has the supply."

Cyril's eyes lit up: "Okay."

"You just do it here, and you are not allowed to experiment without permission."

"Okay."

Snape glanced at the grinning little troll, snorted from his nose and returned to his desk, took out a new piece of parchment and wrote him a list of materials.

"Dean?"

"What else?"

"Look, here is Ping An's tail. After helping me block that red attacking spell today, its inverted triangle turned red." Cyril said with some concern.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him eating well and sleeping well. Are you sure this isn't his new dress-up hobby? Or you can write to your grandpa."

Snape glanced at Ping An, who was squatting on the ground in a big lump - licking his hind feet, and said helplessly.

"Oh fine."

"Didn't you take out a bunch of books from the secret room? You might as well read more books if you have the time. Maybe you can find a book about magical creatures from the East."

Snape picked up the quill, as if not to bother me anymore.Start writing again.

After being reminded by Headmaster Snape, Cyril remembered that there were still piles of precious books in his Qiankun bag, so he couldn't help getting excited, took out the bag and started digging.

Most of them are related to animals and plants, and Cyril decided to classify them first.

Pick a few for your nearest bedtime reads.

After sorting out about dozens of books and manuscripts, Cyril found one that was different.

This is an ordinary-looking sheepskin letter, with nothing written on the side.

Cyril took it out and flipped through it carefully, and found that there was a word written on the title page: soul.

The word poked Cyril's nerves very much.The boy quickly put away the magical creature book in the Qiankun bag, held it in his hand and began to read it carefully.

A thin notebook, written in Italian.Cyril looked a little struggling.

Although her grandmother is of French-Italian descent, she has never taught herself Italian since she was away from home all the year round.

After thinking carefully about his father who hadn't taught him much English at home all year round, Cyril was silent for a moment.Then cast the translation spell with the wand.

(Cyril: The professor should have taught me this spell first!)

The language was instantly translated into English, and Cyril read it carefully.

The more I watched, the more shocked I became.

The simple chapters are divided into the following descriptions: "The birth of the soul - the growth of the soul - the resonance of the soul - the destruction of the soul - the awakening of the soul - the healing of the soul - the destruction of the soul."

Every chapter here is beyond Cyril's cognition.

Cyril turned the book to the title page and observed the author again—Volturi.

Haven't heard of it.

Lord Slytherin actually has such a book in his collection.

Cyril felt goosebumps on her arms—excited and a little scared.

This feeling is like opening the door to a new world.