Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril grabbed Snape's collar and watched as Principal Dumbledore used some unknown method to make the unlucky, comatose big rooster swallow half of the pot of potion.

The fur around the back of the little fox's neck was blown.

Watching the cock's bulging belly was... so scary.

Although the old principal usually looks very loving, smiling, like Santa Claus.

But the technique of pouring potions on chickens couldn't be more skillful.

Fast, accurate, ruthless...

Cyril shook the pair of white pointed ears on the top of her head, and tried her best to tuck her whole body into the dean's robe.

The headmaster with the white beard gave Snape back the rooster that had turned into a green "screaming chicken".

Snape stuffed the "Green Screaming Chicken" into his interspatial pocket with a deadpan face.

Cyril felt that he didn't want to eat fried chicken for a week, nor did he want chicken legs, chicken wings, or chicken chops...

"Ah, look, an identical Slytherin locket." Dumbledore sighed softly.

A very familiar locket hung on the old man's thin and slender fingers. Dumbledore took out a handkerchief, wrapped the locket inside and wiped it.

Snape and Cyril leaned over together, watching Dumbledore slowly open the exquisite artwork that looked exactly like the Slytherin locket.

The headmaster easily opened the locket, and a note was stuck inside, which was well preserved.

"To the Dark Lord: "I know that when you read this letter, I will be dead.

But I want you to know: it is me who discovered your secret, I have already taken the real Horcrux and will destroy it as soon as possible.

I'd risk my life for you to meet a mortal man of flesh and blood when you hit your opponent.

RAB1980" [Note] (The original text of HP is quoted here, because the coconut feels that no one can surpass Luo Juju's original lines)

Principal Dumbledore didn't move while holding the note, and Cyril poked his head around Snape's body and saw everything, feeling his nose sore for a moment.

RAB's full name is Regulus Arcturus Black, and he is the younger brother of Sirius.

He died calmly, leaving such a note.

Cyril felt the powerful heartbeat that belonged to Dean Snape next to his body.

"Plop, plop, plop"

Every blow is solid and powerful, and my little heart seems to be resonated by this heartbeat rhythm, and it beats in a rhythm.

Regulus' note gave Cyril the greatest feeling that he was still alive.That kind of inspiring words, the arrogance that is not afraid of power and the courage that is not afraid of death.

He remembered the words of a Muggle author Dickens in "A Tale of Two Cities" (1859): "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness."

If Voldemort hadn't appeared, how could everyone find such a stalwart soul around him.

"1980." Dumbledore pondered for a while, then said softly, Cyril saw that the eyes of the old headmaster were a little red.

"The year Harry was born... Regulus was only 19 years old." Snape replied hoarsely.

"Yeah, 19 years old, able to learn so much, recognize Tom's essence, and see through the secret of Tom's eternal life.

At that time, Traunich had not yet prophesied ... Tom was in the limelight, and this boy, at such a time, came here alone to destroy the dark myth of Tom's immortality. "

Both of them sighed with emotion.

Suddenly there was a scream from across the lake: "Rael!!!"

Everyone turned their heads in an instant, just in time to see Sirius going crazy and throwing himself into the lake desperately.

The house elf behind him, Kreacher, was obviously also overwhelmed by the sudden change, and didn't stop the crazy big black dog in time.

Just like that, Sirius jumped directly into the gloomy lake water in full view.

Horrible things happened.

The originally calm water surface began to vibrate as if suddenly boiling.

Circle after circle of ripples glowed with an ominous black light.

Suddenly, a half-rotten pale human hand suddenly protruded from the lake. It was like a beginning, and carrion one after another began to crawl to the surface of the water.

Sirius' action was like a switch, instantly activating these corpses.

Kreacher screamed and jumped into the water, trying to pull back his stupid master.

This then seemed to irritate the bodies even more, and they appeared in groups on the surface of the water.

"Inferi." Snape read out the names of these monsters.

Cyril pricked his hair, looked at the scene in front of him, and was obviously stunned without moving.

What's more, at the moment when those ghouls appeared, Cyril felt as if his spirit was about to be crushed, and the overwhelming resentment was like a bucket of nitric acid poured over his face, making Cyril feel the pain from the inside out. Pain outside.

Crowds of corpses slowly crawled towards the island in the middle of the lake and the shore of the lake.

Dumbledore raised his wand and unleashed a fiery blast, barely repelling the Inferi that were close to his legs.

"Quick, we have to go and save them!" Dumbledore ran towards the boat while using fire to clear the way.

Snape also cast the Fire Curse and followed closely all the way.

Cyril had a splitting headache, grabbed Dean Snape's clothes tightly, and remained motionless.

The two of them jumped into the boat quickly, and the boat started slowly among the corpses.

"Click"

"click, click"

A strange and creepy sound suddenly entered everyone's ears.

A thing that everyone least wants to face has happened!

The boat was broken, and was torn apart bit by bit by the ghosts with sharp nails at the bottom of the lake.

The boat continued to sail, but the lake was already ankle-deep.Dumbledore's powerful Fire Curse was all sent to Sirius and Kreacher, and Snape was holding it all.

It was obvious that the boat couldn't support the shore, and looking at the far and endless shore of the lake, Snape began to panic, they looked like they were going to die at the bottom of the lake!

This damned place has been space-bound by the Dark Lord, and it is almost impossible to pass this lake alive without a boat.

While casting the spell, Snape began to pray in his heart, at least to keep the ship a little longer, to a suitable distance, so that he could throw the little fox in his arms over.

Cyril was unconscious in Snape's arms. He vaguely knew that everyone was in trouble now, but he couldn't wake up.

Consciousness is like a light bulb that is about to die, flickering on and off.

Cyril felt as if he had regained his human form.

Cyril tried to open his eyes wide to see what was going on, he tried so hard, but his eyelids were heavy, it felt like being caught in a nightmare.

Anxious but out of control.

Sitting on the boat, Snape was dealing with the Inferi who were about to climb onto the boat, while observing the hot and shivering little fox, and he had to use magic spells to move the stagnant water out of the boat at any time.

The battered wizard didn't even have time to scold the stupid dog who was just looking for trouble for everyone to be buried with him.

All of a sudden, the Potions professor felt his arms sink, and Cyril turned into a human form at this moment!

The boat, which was already overwhelmed and could only accommodate two people, began to sink completely.

It's over!This time it might really be...

Snape hugged Cyril, who was about to fall, and cuddled tightly in his arms with steely arms.

At this moment, a strange but familiar movement came from above the lake.

"Jiji~~~——jiujiujiu——!!!"

A blue-green figure broke through the air and charged straight down.The moment the two hind paws swooped down, they grabbed the boat that was about to sink, and the three of them, including a boat, were "uprooted" from the lake and flew straight into the air.

The Inferi hanging on the boat were all knocked down by Snape.

The next dive of "Advanced Peace" went directly to Sirius.

The left front paw grabbed the "Old Elf" Kreacher, and the right front paw caught Sirius in the desperate struggle.Sirius was still clutching a pale corpse in his hands.

Then Ping An turned into an afterglow and disappeared in this cave.

……

When everyone was thrown on a small hillside, everyone still couldn't get back to what happened at the last moment.

Cyril in Snape's arms slowly came to life.

"Dean?"

Snape was almost wet, and he let go of the boy in his arms.

Sirius passed out, and Kreacher was so tormented that he stumbled out from under Ping An's claws and threw himself next to the corpse that Sirius was holding tightly to.

Dumbledore had already crawled out of the small broken boat. His leg was stuck by the boat just now, and he was almost brought out in a very twisted posture all the way. The excessive use of magic power also made the old headmaster feel a little breathless.

"Dean, we are..."

Cyril looked blankly at the big furry guy squatting opposite him and licking his hind paws, Ping An looked different from what he saw in the morning.

It seems bigger...

Ping An was very happy to see the little master woke up, and immediately wanted to rush over.

In the end, it was firmly resisted by Cyril - he didn't want to be crushed.

Ping An was not annoyed at being pushed in his stomach, bent his neck and wanted to lick his tongue, and screamed "Chirp" in excitement.

Then the big guy may find that his size is inconvenient now, and he shrinks again in front of everyone.

This time, Ping An shrunk down to the size when they met in the morning, happily rubbing against Cyril's neck.

"Ping An... saved us?"

"I think so." Dumbledore replied as he tidied up.

"...he suddenly appeared?"

"Well, out of nowhere... like Albus's phoenix..." Snape said.

Everyone was still recovering from the catastrophe, and Kreacher's screams called everyone's attention.

Only then did the three discover the comatose Sirius and the corpse that he refused to let go of even though he was unconscious.

"Oh! My little master!"

Dumbledore checked Sirius first, and found that he was only unconscious from exhaustion and magic power, and there was no poison from the bardo.After placing him properly, the old man had the opportunity to see the "corpse" brought out.

Regulus still looks a bit like Sirius, but compared to Sirius' unruly and vicissitudes, he is more restrained and refined.

Black curly hair, long eyelashes and a pointed nose.Her lips were tightly pursed without a trace of blood.No matter how you look at it, it looks like a large male doll...

He was still 19 years old, if it wasn't for his pale face, Cyril even thought he was just asleep.

Because compared with the Yin Corpse at the bottom of the lake, he has no corruption at all.