Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Professor Snape's office has the same feeling as his own, which can be summed up in two key words: "black" and "cold".

Dark green walls with dark lines, a dark oak desk and bookcase, and a high-back office chair.Against the wall on the right is a small cabinet with two single sofa chairs and a small coffee table next to it. There is a door on the left and right sides, both of which are closed.

The only special place is that there are two full glass display shelves on the walls, on which are placed medicine bottles and large glass jars of different sizes and shapes, and inside are strange-looking, many of which Cyril has never seen before. Herbarium of animals and plants.

Professor Snape went to the huge desk and sat down, with his fingertips facing each other on the table, watching the black-haired mixed-race boy standing across the table.

This kid was nothing like Benedict, not just in his overly delicate looks.Snape stared at the boy's big gray-green moist eyes and hummed softly inwardly.

"Sit."

Snape motioned the boy to sit on the armchair not far from him with his eyes.

Cyril was anxious and restless, only sat on the lower part of his buttocks, his back was straightened, obviously he hadn't recovered from the aura of the Snake King.

"Your father said that your English is not good enough." The wizard gently picked up the parchments on the desk. Cyril's eyes followed the man's pale and slender hands, and he didn't hear the wizard's words clearly for a while.

"Huh? ... oh, sorry?"

The wizard lifted his eyes from the parchment, stared closely at the bewildered boy in front of him, and spoke again slowly, the volume not increasing much.

"It seems that this level is still a long way from 'not good enough'..."

Cyril looked nervously at the slightly frowned brows of the young professor in front of him, with lasagna tears in his heart.

At this moment, Cyril suddenly remembered, it seems that Benny mentioned that there is a friend who works at Hogwarts, what is his name?

Sirius?Sidney?Sylvester?

It's not Cyril anyway...

Oh...it seems to be Severus...

Looking at the powerful aura of "don't get close to strangers" and "I'm busy, don't mess with me" exuding from the wizard in front of me, I deeply feel that my father's sentence "you can always find him if you need anything" can't be worse .

Help, this man looks so fierce┭┮﹏┭┮

Cyril's heart was gloomy, and his face became sad. Snape saw that the boy in front of him didn't say a word, but his expression was rich, and he couldn't help raising an eyebrow slightly.

A child who can still wander in front of me?

Very good and very interesting.

"Listen, boy."

Cyril pulled away from his inner world in an instant, raised his face and looked at Professor Snape.

"Due to your... English level. Starting tomorrow, you will have no classes for these few lessons, and I just don't have any classes. Remember to come to the cellar and do your homework here, and improve your English by the way. It's not limited to potions."

As he spoke, Snape picked up a dozen parchments on the table, took out one of them, drew on it twice with a pure black quill, and handed it over.

Cyril took it and found that it was a class schedule, and Professor Snape had circled it in a few blank hours.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Similarly, in view of your English level, you come to my office from 7:00 to 9:30 pm after class, this is here, complete your preview and self-study, and receive my tutoring at the same time, Monday to Friday. Any questions? ?”

Snape put his tone to the slowest, abandoned the gorgeous adjectives he always liked, and continued speaking concisely to the boy holding the school schedule.

"No, Professor."

"Then please remember my office password, this week is gills... and at the same time, don't bother your poor professor unnecessarily."

"Okay, but..."

Snape looked at the boy in front of him who hesitated to speak, with a troubled expression on his face, and his eyes signaled him to continue.

"Could you please say the password again? I didn't catch it..."

"..." Professor Snape's expression was blank for two seconds, and then he quickly returned to his senses.

"...Okay, it seems that English teaching will start early tonight."

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, took out a piece of paper and wrote "gillyweed", and patiently asked the boy to follow him to read it a full 6 times.

"Then...if there are no other questions, please Mr. McLean stand up, walk your legs, and go back to your dormitory."

Snape stood up, tidied up the corners of his clothes a little, then turned slightly to signal the boy to get up and go back to the dormitory.Then he opened the door of the office first and turned around.

"Forgot to remind, McLean. Your family is still in England this week, so if you write a letter, you can use the school owl directly. But after this week, all your letterheads will be handed over to me for post."

Seeing Cyril's puzzled expression, Snape seemed to sigh lightly, and explained patiently - Merlin knew that he had almost used up his patience for a whole semester today.

"China is too far away, and ordinary owls cannot fly there. The owl at the school that can only fly international mail has recently gone on strike for unknown reasons."

Hearing the "unexplained reason", the boy lowered his head in embarrassment, and missed the professor's meaningful eyes. He didn't see that the owl was holding a grudge!

On the way back, Snape was still walking in front, the corners of his black robe fluttering, looking imposing.Cyril trotted behind with her full schedule in hand.

This time Snape didn't choose the way he came from, but deliberately walked through the large corridor, and "kindly" reminded the boy behind him to know his way, and he would take this way when he came to the cellar in the future.

"Then, remember what I told you, come to the cellar on time tomorrow, don't be late."

"Okay, Professor. Thank you, good night." Cyril obediently stood at the door of the common room and said goodbye to Snape.

"Yeah." Snape replied irrefutably, watched the boy say the password, and stumbled into the common room.

Cyril successfully found the room with his name written on it in the corridor on the left, and another name "John White" was hung on the door.It's someone I know, not bad.

He knocked lightly on the door, and the door opened. John had already taken off his robe and was packing his things in his shirt and trousers.

"Hi, Cyril. We're roommates, awesome!"

"Yes! That's great."

"My things are almost packed, you don't mind if I use the bathroom to wash first!"

"Oh, it's okay, you can use it."

Cyril took off his robe on the chair beside the bed and saw that his luggage had been placed beside the bed.

The dormitory looked very warm, but it had nothing to do with the cold, dark and damp that I imagined before.

The bed with curtains is covered with a four-piece suit of dark green velvet, which is bulging and looks very comfortable. There is a single wardrobe and a desk against the wall beside the bed. Everything in the room is symmetrical. As a double room, it is already Very good.

Cyril walked to his bed and took out the Ping An that had been in his pocket all along.

Ping An slowly stretched his limbs and began to observe his new environment.

"Man, we've got seven and a half years left to spend here."

Ping An shook his head, wondering if he understood.

Cyril didn't care, she took off the charm her mother put on, opened the box and started packing.

In fact, he liked the fact that his roommate didn't inquire about the dean looking for him.

Before going to sleep, Cyril finally remembered that he hadn't written a letter to his family to report his safety, so he lay down on the table in his pajamas and took out a roll of parchment to start writing.

"Dear Mom, Dad, Grandpa and Grandma:

Spread the letter good.

Everything is fine with me here.

The school is amazing, a huge castle.The lamb chops for dinner were delicious, but I prefer grandma's lamb chops.I was sorted into Slytherin house, the green one in the previous book.

How do you think we were sorted?We only need to wear a hat, and that hat can know our thoughts, which is very convenient, isn’t it?I don't know why Benny didn't tell me in advance, I was really nervous for a long time.

Hat says every McLean is a Slytherin, that's really a family tradition.

In the evening, our dean gave us a lecture. Our dean is a very young and serious-looking wizard, that is, my father’s friend. He took me to the office at night and told me to do homework with him in the future. Improve your English.Looks like a pretty good person?

Dean PS also said that he will send letters through him in the future... Ask Dad to tell him if this is too troublesome...

PPS Mom, I can't find my stationery box, so I can only borrow my roommate's pen. They all use quill pens, which is too troublesome...but my roommate is nice.

Love you: Cyril"