Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The scene turned back to more than a month ago, he was reading in the dean's office.

Probably because of the hot weather, Cyril felt a little lazy.

"Study hard, don't yawn all of a sudden and influence people here!" Headmaster Snape's voice came from across the room.

Cyril closed her mouth that was as wide open as possible, and then sat upright.

Two minutes later, a half-grown white fox boldly jumped onto the sofa chair, rolled itself into a ball, and wrapped its tail around its body.

"..." Snape looked up, glanced at his mouth helplessly, and said nothing.

With a wave of the wand, the school uniform robe on the ground was folded and thrown on the other side of the sofa.

This was an extremely comfortable nap. Even in summer, the temperature in the cellar was still good, but the long-term reading still made the boy a little sleepy.

When the white fox was awake, he couldn't realize where he was for a while.

Stretching two front paws forward, lowering the body, flicking the fox tail, and stretching greatly.Cyril jumped out of the chair lightly in the image of a fox, and then rushed to the foot of Snape's desk in a few steps.

Leverage along the legs of the chair next to the desk, jump onto the armrest, and then jump onto the tabletop, all in one go.

Cyril squatted at the corner of the table, watching the dean writing furiously.

The white fox boy has long discovered one thing, that is, as long as he appears in the form of a white fox, the dean will be extra tolerant.

According to someone's character of pushing his nose on his face, he really took advantage of it quickly.Whenever he gets the chance, or needs to, he transforms.Then "do evil" and "lawless" with the posture of a fox.

The white fox lightly stepped on a book in front of him with his paw, and found that it was the latest potion journal, he couldn't help but tilt his head to look at it twice.

"Don't make trouble." A big hand squeezed Cyril's thin white fox claws, trying to make him move away from the book.

Then the next second, Cyril felt his world spinning.

He was lifted upside down!

Cyril was dragged in front of the dean just as if he was being grabbed by one paw. Snape casually dropped the pen into the ink bottle, and then pulled its left front paw in front of him.

Two thumbs rubbed the white fur on the thin front paw, revealing a pink fleshy edge.

"This is……"

Rubbing his thumb against a pink strip of skin, Snape himself didn't ask any further.

Cyril was itchy from being rubbed, she retracted her paws, and broke free her front paws.

Snape didn't ask any more questions, but straightened the white fox in front of him.

Cyril felt his nose was lightly pinched, and then covered his hairy head with a wide palm, snoring twice.

The white fox couldn't help squinting his gray-green round eyes comfortably.

Snape looked at the white fox who was about to roll over in front of him, and warmly licked the corners of his mouth.What a heartless little fool!

……

So the Dean gave him a bracelet to hide his scar?

Cyril looked at the beautiful silver chain on the front paw.Because the fox's claws are too small, the bracelet looks more like a silver ring at this moment. The sun shines in through the window, and the broken diamonds reflect colorful brilliance.

……

School starts in a blink of an eye.

This school year is the last year for Wendy and Gene at Hogwarts, and also the last year for Gene to be the captain of Quidditch, of course, besides Gene, so is Bill Weasley of Gryffindor.

In addition to participating in daily training, Xi Ruier spent almost all of his time studying.

He had a sudden idea recently.

He wants to graduate early. The 6th grade took the NEWT test directly, and then the [-]th grade went to St. Mungo for an internship.

This was definitely not a whim, because the year after next, according to a reliable source from his grandfather Edward, St. Mungo was going to set up a new department—the Research and Development Department of Medical Magic Potion.

St. Mungo's has always had a magic potion department, which is used to make magic potions. Almost all common potions can be prepared by themselves, but some difficult and rare potions still need to be booked with a potion master.

The most important thing is that St. Mungo is not involved in the research and development of potions.

In previous years, new potions were approved and approved by the Potions Association and the Pharmacists Conference, and St. Mungo directly obtained the potion formula.

With the passage of time, the magic world developed, and various diseases emerged one after another, and the old potions could not satisfy the real patients.

Not only does the review of new medicines take a period, the most important thing is that the two associations only announce the new medicines access list when they meet.

A conference is held every four years, and a conference is held every three years. Perhaps this has little effect on potion masters, but for St. Mungo, who is saving lives and healing the wounded, such efficiency is extremely low.

This is why St. Mungo's is so big, but sometimes treatment still needs to be booked a week or more in advance. Not all diseases can be solved by magic spells.

In reality, the most tragic example is platinum bun Draco's grandfather.It was rumored that old Mr. Malfoy was accidentally infected with a mutated dragonpox, and there was no matching medicine for it at the time.

The Malfoy family threw countless gold Galleons out, relying on various relationships, and managed to find a few masters of potions to develop medicines.

But potions masters and apothecaries are different after all.

As we all know, not all potions are used to cure diseases.

Therefore, not every pharmacist who can see a doctor will develop new potions.

In those days, few of St. Mungo's apothecaries were qualified to independently develop new potions.

The result of tossing back and forth is that the best treatment period is delayed.

Once the research and development department of medical magic potions is really opened, it means that St. Mungo can conduct independent research and development of potions according to various situations, not only in terms of time, but also in terms of personnel.

When it comes to saving people, the most precious thing is time, saving time means saving more wizard lives.

Cyril has been paying attention to this matter for a long time, and now it seems that the plan is finally coming to fruition, how can he wait!

The white fox boy intends to enter the department as soon as it is established, starting as an intern pharmaceutical researcher, and growing up with the department.

The opportunity is once in a lifetime, so he must redouble his efforts!

……

During the sour forehead training and study, a small incident happened in McLean Manor.

One morning, the white fox boy who had just finished his herbal medicine course was stopped by Bowen who was running all the way.

Bowen has gone through a holiday and has grown into a 1.8-meter-tall man, with a faint tendency to jump upwards.

Now fifth year Hufflepuff came forward, out of breath, with his hands on his knees.

"Cyril, you...Your dean...Professor S. Snape is looking for you. Let you go after class."

Bowen blushed, and said stammeringly, with lingering fear in his tone.

"Oh, yes, thank you." Cyril nodded, handed the book to my roommate John, and ran to Hogwarts Castle.

"Are you still eating lunch?" John called from behind holding up his book.

"Don't eat! You and your seniors should cherish the few campus time!" Cyril waved from behind.

"You heartless fellow! Then I won't leave you with 'four happy meat balls'!"

"John, you monster! I've said it eight times, it's called Sixi Balls! I can eat it when I go home!" Cyril's voice came from far away.

Recently, the school manager, His Excellency Benedict McLean, trained a group of house elves who could learn Chinese food, and gave Dumbledore two of them.

One for meat dishes and one for desserts.

Adhering to the feeling that "it is better to be happy alone than to be happy together", the old principal sent the elf to the kitchen, so that there is a "today's special dish" every day.

Cyril is not the only half-breed at Hogwarts, there are also one or two of English-French, English-German, British-Italian, and even Spanish and Portuguese.Their parents followed suit after learning about it, which led to a sharp rise in the level of meals at Hogwarts. The already very luxurious three meals a day would include one or two dishes of exotic delicacies that they hadn't eaten before, and the students "flocked to them".

The "Menu Easter Egg" hanging on the bulletin board today reads "Sixi Balls" directly translated from English.

John happily called it "four happy meatballs" and babbled about a class in herbalism.

……

The dark-haired wizard was putting on his coat when Cyril entered Snape's office.

"Just so, let's go to McLean Manor together." The wizard said while fastening the cuff buttons of his shirt.

Cyril felt his stomach sink, and asked softly, "Is something wrong? Dean."

Snape turned around, gave Cyril a strange look, and said calmly, "Something. But please put away your expression, and tie your tie."

"Huh?" Cyril looked bewildered.

"As a Slytherin prefect, do you show off this image every day, Mr. McLean? I don't expect you to dress up like Andrew's butterfly, but please at least pay attention to your normal attire. "

As the wizard said, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Cyril's shirt collar, helped him flatten the fabric at the back of his neck, and then ruthlessly tugged at the silver and green silk tie around his neck.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Cyril was dragged forward and barely maintained his standing posture.

Snape turned, walked over to the fireplace, and sprinkled a handful of Floo powder.

"McLean Manor!"

……

McLean Manor.

When Cyril stood in the big garden of his manor, he was at a loss.

At first, Cyril thought that something happened at home, and even worried and then got scared, but the dean's attitude didn't seem to be like this.

So he guessed that someone was coming to the family, a great big shot, and he needed to appear in person to meet him.

Of course, he just thought about this conjecture casually, and said to the dean casually: "Someone is here at home? Want to see me?"

Snape didn't say anything at the time, just glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

But unexpectedly, Cyril's words came true.

There are indeed "people" at home.

Looking at the people standing in a row in front of them, dragging their families with their mouths, screaming happily...Xixiu.

Cyril complained of headaches.