Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril trembled in fright and almost threw the letter out.

Snape held three books in his hand and stood straight aside. From Cyril's perspective, he could only see black ironed trousers and a straight waist.

The boy froze for a moment, then flattened the letter with a generous face, and replied, "It's the orphan I told you about last time—the wizard kid. He's had a magic riot, and he's a little scared."

"It's really Saint McLean. Why don't you read two more books when you have that time? You want OWL next school year. I suggest you take one more course on protection of magical creatures. The course taught by Graplan is quite practical."

Snape was obviously not interested in which silly baby Cyril was writing to.In his opinion, as long as he didn't write a letter to that French wolf with a big tail, he didn't care too much.

Cyril looked at the three thick books in his arms, folded the letter obediently and put it aside, and stuffed the books into the schoolbag beside him.

The rest of the fourth grade flew by quickly, and Cyril felt that she just answered a few letters from Harry, read a few books, did experiments with the professor, took a week of exams, and the school year was over. up.

On the morning of going home by the Hogwarts Express, Cyril routinely had the cheek to ask the headmaster to help send him back safely.

By the way, Snape let the boy take away the potion for permanent myopia that he had finally made before.

"Three bottles, drink for three days. If your poor little friend can understand the most basic English, then you won't worry about broken glasses in the future." The dean said.

"Thank you! Good people are rewarded, Dean. I haven't packed my luggage yet, so I'm leaving first. See you on vacation!"

The boy stuck out his tongue, withdrew his head from the crack of the door, and then ran away.

Snape looked back at the back of the little troll running farther and farther, and suddenly felt that Cyril had grown taller again.

……

An ice cream parlor in London, where Cyril appeared in a Muggle T-shirt and shorts, with the most popular sunglasses on his head - Dad Benny brought it for himself when he bought it for his grandfather.

Cyril had just ordered a large serving of Dark Cloud ice cream when Harry showed up in a Disney Mickey Mouse T-shirt and overalls.

Beside the blue-eyed little boy is his big partner Kuaiyin.

"Syril, it's a pleasure to meet you." The boy was still very shy, with joy shining in his beautiful big eyes.

"Hello, Harry. Hello." After greeting Harry, Cyril turned her head and nodded to the silver-haired man standing aside.

"Hi, you can call me Kuaiyin." Kuaiyin casually pulled out the chair and sat next to Harry.

The two ordered an oversized chocolate ice cream Buffy.

In the previous correspondence, Harry said that he finally mustered up the courage to confess his abilities to Kuaiyin, but what he didn't expect was that Kuaiyin was not surprised, but extremely excited.

——"Kuaiyin also has special abilities. He told me that the reason why he is called Kuaiyin is because of his fast speed! Once we went to climb a mountain, in a place where there were no people, he showed me This speed, omg, I love it!! He even tried it behind my back once, I think I am a bird that can fly!"

Ever since he found that he and Kuaiyin were "different", Xiao Ha often talked about his experience of experiencing extreme speed with Kuaiyin in his letters.

Cyril sometimes wondered, Harry is really a good candidate for Quidditch.

"This is the potion that my teacher and I made for you. Treat your eyes, one bottle a day for three consecutive days. You won't be nearsighted."

Cyril handed over three beautiful blue potions.

The three crystal bottles in the shape of pine cones reflected brilliant light in the sunlight. Harry thought they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen, a hundred times more beautiful than the expensive perfume that Aunt Petunia had entrusted to them from France.

"This must be very precious...I can't accept it..."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

"Is your teacher the teacher at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, he is the professor who teaches potions. You will meet him someday."

"Potions?" Harry stretched out a finger, as if he wanted to touch the three crystal bottles, but he was worried that he would be clumsy, so he retracted his finger.

"Yes, it's a course taught by my teacher. It's a magical course that can make very useful potions. You will learn it later." Cyril blinked.

"Is it difficult? Did you study well?"

"It's a little difficult, but I personally like it very much! But if you preview it in advance, you won't have a problem."

"Then... can you borrow me two primers?" Harry blinked his big emerald eyes and looked at him eagerly.

Cyril stared at Harry's beautiful eyes, and smiled softly as if remembering something.

"Okay, I'll mail order a book called "Thousands Use of Herbs" for you when I come back. This is the first introductory book my teacher gave me. You can get to know what's there first."

"it is good."

Kuaiyin just ate ice cream from beginning to end, occasionally passing a tissue or a waffle to little Harry with a smile.

……

Apart from the beginning of the holiday, Cyril actually didn't see Dean Snape again. Benny's father said that the other party went to Germany to attend the Potions Conference.And the dean is one of the vice-chairmen of the Potion Association.

Cyril found something to do on his own. If he wanted to get into St. Mungo's in the future, he needed a decent grade.

All kinds of things piled up a while ago, but now it's time to seriously read books during the holidays.

Grandpa also taught him the ability to speak after transformation, so McLean Manor often saw a little white fox squatting on top of a large book and flicking its tail.

From time to time, he called out: "Biscuit, I want beef jerky!"

Then the "crunchy" elf will appear reliably in seconds, serving a medium-sized plate of newly made secret beef jerky.

Cyril swept over it with his big fluffy tail, flipped the page backwards, and said vaguely with a half piece of beef jerky in his mouth: "Well, the taste is very good this time, it's new from your research?"

"I added some Sichuan-flavored hot sauce brought by the young lady."

"Very good, very good...Cook some more when I come back, I want to take it to school to eat. By the way, the honey-sweet one last time, send some to Principal Dumbledore. Thank you."

"My pleasure." Biscuit quickly disappeared to work.

……

On July 7th, Cyril's birthday came as scheduled.

The boy woke up in the morning surrounded by birthday presents.At the foot of the bed in his room, various packages were scattered, large and small.

Since becoming a prefect and participating in the five-school league competition, his circle of contacts has expanded again.

The boy stepped on the carpet with his bare feet and squatted at the foot of the bed looking through presents.

Benny made today's birthday a family dinner, but the dean's meeting was held for a month—every three years.They have to rigorously test all possible new types of potions, so it takes extra time.So he said he couldn't come.

Cyril rummaged through the presents boredly, feeling a little regretful.

He had planned to turn into a fox to talk to the professor and scare him into a little prank.

The result was also ruined.

Digging to the bottom, a small, slender box-shaped gift wrapped in dark wrapping paper caught his attention.

Wrapping paper in this style, unsigned...

The boy who installed Dean Snape's little radar immediately pulled it out.

After taking it apart a few times, it turned out to be a dark blue velvet jewelry box wrapped with a ribbon!

No, no, this is definitely not the dean's gift-giving style.

Cyril suddenly became bored, and untied the bow on the box one after another, intending to see who would give him a jewelry.

The size and shape of this box... looks like it might be a necklace?

After removing all the outer packaging, there is no mark inside the dark blue box.Cyril opened it, and a silver bracelet came into view.

The style is not feminine, and there are not many decorations. It looks simple and elegant. There is only a small broken diamond at the end of the bracelet.

Well... It's not surprising that a man wears it. The question is who will give him a bracelet?

Could it be... Roland? ? ?

Surprised by his sudden thought, Cyril shook his head.

No, no, grandpa said you can't talk about it!will come true.

Cyril first checked with his wand, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Then he carefully took the bracelet out of the box, and the flannelette under the bracelet was also pulled up, revealing the small note underneath.

really!How could someone not sign it.

Cyril pulled out the note and unfolded it.

"On the left hand.—S.S."

Familiar handwriting!Familiar tone!

It was actually sent by the dean! ! !

Cyril sat up straight in an instant, placed the bracelet in a precious place, and carefully wrapped it around his left hand with his right hand.

The white fox boy, who is usually left-handed, had a hard time finding a hidden button.

After a slight "click", the bracelet suddenly seemed to be alive and began to expand and contract automatically.

In the end, the silver chain found a satisfactory place and fixed itself on Cyril's wrist perfectly.

Cyril moved a little bit, didn't feel the weight at all, didn't feel uncomfortable, it was fine, it was perfect.

Although he didn't understand why Dean Snape suddenly gave him a bracelet, Cyril couldn't help being a little happy.

When I am happy... I want to become a fox and jump...

In the next second, Pikachu's short-sleeved pajamas fell to the ground, and a half-sized white fox crawled out of the clothes, and then quickly moved up and down, left and right in the room.

After rolling on the bed enough, the white fox turned its belly over, tucked its paws in front of its belly, and panted with its neck tilted "wheezing and wheezing".

Ping An, who had always been lazy, moved over at this time, then stretched his head to the side of the white fox, and gently licked his little master.

Cyril turned over, shook her fur, and stretched out her paws against Ping An's flat face to stop its saliva from spreading.

Then paused.

That bracelet was still on his left front paw!

Shrunk! ! !

It happened to be stuck on the thin circle of tender meat without long hair!It was the place where I cut my wrist before!