Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Volturi, Volturi.

Is this a first name or a last name?

Cyril was a little uncertain for a moment.Maybe he could write to Grandma Vera, whose father was Italian, maybe she knew.

Cyril read it page by page. The previous ones were very religious, and it felt more like observing a person's soul from the perspective of a third party...

It's a weird feeling...

It feels like a human Muggle doctor looking at the tail of a guinea pig, looking at a different species from the perspective of another species, especially something that the other species doesn't have in itself.

Thinking about it carefully, is it possible that the person who wrote this book has no soul? ? ?

Cyril shuddered.

After reading the origin, growth and resonance of the soul, Cyril looked at the destruction of the soul.

Soul destruction is divided into: soul sleeping, soul pollution, soul tearing...

It was like reading a book of horror stories.

Fortunately, it is not like a wizard's book, but also has moving illustrations.

It's very scary to think about it.

Sleeping soul, the handbook says that because of some powerful attacks, it may cause a person's soul to sleep.

It is the legendary suspended animation.

Many people cannot distinguish between soul sleep and real death.Because both kinds of people look the same in the early days, only over time, the dead man will rot physically while the sleeping man will not.

Human beings always judge a person's death arbitrarily because of some superficial phenomena.

As for the reason for the deep sleep of the soul, the author's point of view is: strong obsession and protection.

Cyril knocked on the armrest beside her, then turned down.

soul pollution...

pollute……

Can a person's soul be polluted? ? ?

Cyril scattered his thoughts casually, then picked up a cup of hot milk that appeared on the table and took a sip.

His eyes secretly fell on the dean who was writing the report.

The dean seemed to be thinking about something, his brows were slightly frowned, and then he habitually stroked his left arm with his right hand.

Touching the left arm again...

left arm! ! !

Cyril put the milk cup back in place in an instant, picked up the letter, isn't the mark on the professor's arm a typical soul pollution!

Looking down carefully, soul pollution is divided into whole pollution and partial pollution.

It is the whole pollution that involves the contract of life, and once violated, the soul will perish.

If it is some small contracts or connections, it is called partial pollution.

The more Cyril watched, the more excited he became, and he even felt a little sweaty on his forehead, numb in his palms, and his heartbeat accelerated.

The method or speculation of removing pollution is the same as the previous "Soul Sleep", which is said to be written in the chapter on soul healing.

Cyril flipped to the back a few times. He said that people with special relationships and voluntary blood can be used to cooperate with a magic circle beyond the scope of human cognition, cooperate with each other, and be driven by energy to complete it at a special point in time.

A magic circle beyond the scope of human cognition...

Why is this sentence so convoluted, and why is it so familiar...

What is beyond the scope of human cognition?

magic?

Cyril thought he had discovered something extraordinary.

And what does special relationship mean?

Does kinship count as a special relationship?

But... Didn't all of Mr. Snape's family members... die?

So what is the special relationship...

Does he count?

A sudden whim activated another brain hole in Cyril.

He actually counts...

He was the only person who made the Blessing Potion, and the Blessing Potion could only be made for one person in a lifetime.

That's special enough, right?This has to be special enough...

Cyril convinced himself to some extent.

Thinking about my magic circle before, I always felt that it was already very good, now with the addition of this blood, it should be very confident...

As for when to really let the professor try...

Cyril set his sights on Ping An who was licking his fur at his feet.

A voice in his heart told him to choose a full moon day, at night, under the moonlight.

Open the notepad in the Qiankun bag and flip through the calendar.

It's almost November now, so I guess I should first go to Regulus Black to help Kreacher bring the little master home.

Let's put it in December for the time being, it is really not possible in January.

This way the time is not so tight.

Recently, I have time to do experiments first...

……

Seaside on an English isle.

The waves are rolling, the wind is blowing, and the seaside in late autumn and early winter can be compared to Antarctica.

Cyril wrapped the thick robe around her body again, still feeling the unbearable cold.A Warming Charm hit him, and Snape walked off the big rock first.

Headmaster Dumbledore was right next to Headmaster Snape, Kreacher was leading the way and Sirius insisted on following Kreacher.

……

Time turns back to two weeks ago.

The school suddenly came and a group of special guests.

The teachers and students of Xavier School for Gifted Youth in the United States visited Hogwarts under the leadership of the principal Charles Xavier, and the two principals had a cordial meeting for 4 hours.

This is also the first time Sirius Black has been seen in public other than the day of clarification.

Sirius didn't seem to make up for anything in the past half month, but became even more decadent. A while ago, there were rumors that he was actively preparing to visit his godson, but the result seemed to be nothing.

Nobody knows what he's been doing for two weeks.His appearance this time was also hasty.

The thin wizard was wearing a dark brick-red suede robe, his face was very pale, and there were shadows in his eyes that couldn't go away.

"Why does he look more haggard than at the press conference?" Cyril couldn't help asking the professor beside him.

Snape glanced lightly, snorted, and didn't answer.

Cyril was actually just expressing his opinion, and didn't expect any reaction from the professor.After finishing speaking, he began to observe the group of Americans brought by Sirius.

He saw the red-haired lady he had a relationship with last time.

The light was good this time, and the appearance was unobstructed.

The young lady followed their principal the whole time, and the professor didn't seem interested at all.

"Dean, you said that at that time, it was the time of my competition. A mouse was released suddenly. Did these people do it on purpose?"

"Hmph." Snape snorted softly.

"In this way, Peter Pettigrew can't deny Peter Pettigrew's appearance in public." Cyril nodded in agreement after speaking.

Headmaster Dumbledore and Charles were still negotiating over there, but Sirius Black came over with a sullen face.

"Snape, let's talk."

This time he didn't even call the dean a "snot-nosed man."

"Do not."

Dean Snape half turned around and replied lightly.

"..." Sirius Black looked a little annoyed and broken.

There were two gaps on his protruding cheekbones because of his thinness, and the muscles around his cheeks twitched convulsively.

It seems that he is suppressing the unhappiness in his heart.

He exhaled slowly for a while.

He leaned over again, and said softly, "Snape, I need your help with something, please..."

"Stupid dog, are you begging me?"

Snape turned around, and asked softly, drawing a long tone.

"...Yes, I have something to ask of you."

said Sirius without moving.

"Oh? It's so rare that the mighty Sirius Black also has--please humble me."

Cyril looked back and forth nervously, although Sirius is very bearish, but the dean's mouth is also very lethal, it is almost useless.It feels like the big black dog is going to die of anger...

"Yes." Sirius Black gritted his teeth and replied firmly.

"Then... let's talk over here."

Snape brought Sirius to his office, and Cyril followed the whole process cheekily, firmly acting as an invisible little tail.

Snape probably felt that there was nothing to avoid, so he didn't expose him.

Then the black-haired black-eyed wizard sat in front of his desk, leaned back on the chair, and lightly touched his fingertips.He stared blankly at the wizard standing opposite his desk.

"I don't have any extra chairs here, so let's finish quickly!"

Just sitting on the sofa chair, Cyril, who was looking at the empty sofa chair next to him, silently looked at Sirius standing there.

Feeling a little sympathetic: This child is so pitiful, it fell into the hands of the dean...

"I heard that you are going to pick up Rael back."

"Rael? Didn't you still call that cowardly guy two weeks ago?" Snape smiled.

"I read... those letters... I... Jean met Kreacher who came back from Hogwarts that day, and heard something about it. I also pressed Kreacher after that... I have to take Rael home. "

"Oh." Snape picked up the black coffee on the table and took a sip, noncommittal.

"So, can you take me with you when you go?"

"What can you do?" Snape gave him a suspicious look.

"I heard that the blood of the living body is needed, and someone needs to drink the poison 11. I can..."

said Sirius Black hurriedly.

"Oh. Actually, Blake. I'm not leading the team this time. You're asking the wrong person."

Snape tapped the coffee cup on the table, glanced at the embarrassed old enemy opposite with a half-smile, and then turned his head to Cyril who was making peace.

While combing Ping An, Xi Ruier watched and caught off guard and became the center of the conversation.

Only then did Sirius realize that the big guy appeared at his feet at an unknown time, and he was startled.

"Hi! What's this?!"

"my pet."

"...Snape, you mean this kid led the team?!"

"uh-huh."

"Okay... what do you call the child? I'm sorry I didn't introduce each other last time I met."

"McLean."

"Okay, Mr. McLean. Excuse me, can I accompany my younger brother Rael this time?"

"Yes, Mr. Black. I'm glad you can join." Cyril replied very officially.

Sirius let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a great event, and then left the office, even his hunched back became straight.

The memory ends here.

……

The waves rolled in front of him, Sirius turned into a big black dog in order to reduce wind resistance, and followed his house elf in front of him, step by step approaching the rumored very scary seaside cave.

Cyril followed Snape half a step behind, feeling as if it was raining a little, or the waves rolled up and hit the rocks and then splashed on his face.

Licking the corners of the mouth, it is a bit bitter, the taste of sea water.

It's also the feeling for Cyril here.

Because of his physique, he has been feeling a strong sense of despair.

It's like the despair that a wronged soul can't be reincarnated, can't be reincarnated, and is suppressed here.

The further he walked, the more depressed he became, and it even reached the point where it would overwhelm him.

Cyril's face was a little pale, and he grabbed the sleeve of the dean in front of him.

Snape paused in response.

"what happened?"

Snape gently lifted the corner of Cyril's hood, and took a look at the boy's pale face and hair on his forehead wet by sea water.

"I feel very bad... Dean. I feel... very, very bad, I seem to feel... a lot of wronged souls..."

Cyril said with trembling blue lips.

Snape turned around completely, and protected the boy who was already a little unsteady in his big cloak.

Then Cyril leaned over and heard his words from the dean's chest through his thick clothes: "Can you transform? Can you transform now?"

"I...I'll try..." Cyril trembled.

"You, you support me first... I don't want to fall into the sea."

"Ah."

As soon as the words fell, Cyril felt a pair of powerful arms firmly hugging him.

The next second, a little white fox appeared in Snape's arms, and a cloak fell slowly with the sea breeze.