Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Vera used her magic wand to move out a whole set of garden chairs, and the elf biscuits appeared in due course, with small snacks and black tea.

"Severus, sit here and have some tea." Vera beckoned lovingly to the wizard standing in front of her.

"Basically, these little guys have feelings for Cyril, so they chased after him." Edward teased with a smile while stroking his mustache.

"It's really interesting, isn't it? This group of snuffers have been so different since the beginning of the game." Vera picked up a puff with great interest and handed it to her wife.

"I think my son is more interesting. This group of snuffers are ordinary snuffers. At the time in the garden of Kensington Palace, they behaved the same as ordinary snuffers. The same...uncontrollable." Benny sat in the Si Next to Nepe, looking at the son in front of him and whispering to Sniff.

……

Xi Ruier squatted on the ground, surrounded by a circle of sniffing, big and small, old and young, fat and thin... The scene was very lively.

"How did you come?"

The Nifflers jostled forward, scrambling to say something to Cyril.

Unfortunately, Cyril doesn't know how to sniff.

In the end, Zhaocai squeezed to the front, dumped all the gold, silver and jewels in his belly pocket on the ground, and made gestures and yells to force Cyril to figure out what happened.

After Zhaocai made a move, the others followed suit and took out all the treasures in their stomach pockets.

The youngest one even handed Cyril a very familiar watch.

If Cyril remembers correctly, it seems to be the watch of the owner of the garden of Kensington Palace. I don't know how they got it...

Cyril stuffed the babies back to the little guy.In the end, Xi Ruier walked to the family with Zhaocai in his arms, and explained: "Dean, Dad, it seems that this group of snuffers found an incredible place, which contained something they wanted very much, and then..."

Speaking of this, the boy glanced at Xixiu in his arms, and said hesitantly: "It seems that they have encountered some difficulties and can't get them out? They want us to help..."

The voice became smaller and smaller after touching Dean Snape's dark eyes. In the end, Cyril probably felt that calling on the whole family to help Nixiu dig the treasure was a bit unthinkable, so he shut his mouth guiltily.

"They are asking you for help?" Grandpa Edward was obviously very surprised.

"Yes..." Cyril's tone was weak.

"Cyril, did you...have you been taken by a female sniff inside?" Grandpa Edward asked with a tangled expression.

"???" Cyril's eyes widened in a daze.

"Xixiu will not share treasures with other races, or even other Xixiu." Edward hastily added, fearing that his grandson would explode.

"So...?" Cyril heard himself asking dryly.

"You are regarded as a family by this group of snuffers! And you are probably a capable and excellent son-in-law, so there is nothing wrong with asking your son-in-law for help!... Ha! Ha! Ha!" Edward smiled very boldly.

Then the old man with the mustache managed to get the deadpan gazes from the whole family, including Headmaster Snape.

The old man's "hahaha..." laughter became smaller and smaller until it was on the radio.

"So you're a little girl?"

Cyril turned her back secretly, turned Zhao Cai in her arms, revealing her slick belly.Zhao Cai had a pure face, and his small black eyes stared at Cyril with sparkles.

The white fox boy stretched out his sinful hand, and slowly pulled away Mao Mao under Zhao Cai's stomach...

And then I got...a series of deadly kicks from Zhaocai...

Cyril touched his numb wrist.

It's okay, okay...a healthy young man, and his sexuality seems to be normal.

"So, they came here to ask you for help?" Lin Jiu stepped forward and handed his son a glass of lemon juice.

"Correct."

"So are you going?"

Cyril first glanced at the dean who was sitting there holding a teacup, then at the group of expectant Nixiu at his feet, and finally nodded.

"It should be a holiday, after the OWLs exam. Is it okay? So you wait first." The boy squatted on the ground and explained to Zhaocai and the oldest one.

"First find a place for you to live quietly for a while, I have an exam, and I will go after the exam."

I don't know if Zhaocai really understood what they understood, and they became quiet, and then stood obediently in a crooked row.

"Dad, can we temporarily live in the backyard with a group of snuffers?" Cyril turned around and asked.

"Are they demolishing the house?"

"No, they seem to have found something they like more. Just now, they even wanted to take out all their belongings in exchange for my help."

"Then call biscuits. But son, you have to make it clear to them that there is no plan to renovate McLean Manor in the past 10 years."

"Okay, grandpa."

……

In the end, the elf biscuit was like a "mother duck" leading a group of "baby ducks"-Xiuxiu went around from the garden to the backyard, and drew a large grove of blueberry and raspberry bushes for Xiuxiu.

"From now on, I will take care of your three meals. Diet should be matched according to the healthy recipes in the eighth edition textbook of "Xixiu Breeding." Biscuit folded his arms and said to a group of bustling Xixiu people at his feet.

The smallest one suddenly took two steps forward, and then hugged the elf's thin calf.

Biscuit paused expressionlessly, then picked up the youngest one without noticing it, and still emphasized firmly: "Healthy recipes are good for you."

"?" Xiaoxiuxi probably didn't grow up, the fur on her belly is soft and fluffy, rubbing against the elf's arm, her bright black eyes are full of incomprehension of "healthy recipes" and curious.

"Underage sniffers can get an extra piece of pure plant pudding." Biscuit added calmly.

"I'm going to prepare lunch for the hosts. You can move freely, but you can't enter the house, you can't bring others to McLean Manor, and you can't dig the rare plants in the east plantation."

After the biscuit finally explained, she quickly touched the little snuffer in her arms, put it on the ground, and left in an instant.

Cyril and Dean Snape were left for lunch as a matter of course.

Biscuit prepared a feast of Chinese and Western dishes as usual, and Xi Ruier got his wish and ate the "Four Happy Meatballs" and warm boiled dried shredded rice, which was very satisfying.

……

After this little episode, the white fox boy went into intense study again.

This day was the day before the Quidditch match, and Cyril handed over the thesis report on "Shortening the production cycle of Felicity Elixir" that he had written before, and handed it over to Dean Snape.

"This is the revised final draft." The boy half leaned on the table and pushed the thick stack of parchment in his hand.

Silver bracelets are looming on the cuffs.

"Oh, by the way, Dean. That short-sighted little friend's eyes are completely healed. He asked me to give this to you to express his gratitude."

Cyril took out a small clay sculpture from his pocket and played with it.There are two people on the clay sculpture.

A tall dark-haired black-robed wizard and a shorter black-haired boy in a shirt and trousers stood in front of a large cauldron.Inside the crucible is a giant stirring rod.

Seeing the dean staring at the little thing in his hand without blinking, Cyril coughed awkwardly and put it on the table.

"Hey, that. I described to him that you are black-haired and black-eyed, you like to wear black wizard robes, and you like to make potions. This child has seen wizard robes in books, but because he has never boiled potions, he is strange Muggle cartoons influenced."

Snape tapped his fingers on the dark table, and then asked flatly, "When will he enroll?"

"Two years later."

"Please help me...tell him...no matter which college he goes to in the future...I will teach him the correct way and way to cook potions." The potions professor said softly.

"……Oh."

Cyril shed tears of sympathy for little Harry.

How miserable!He was inexplicably targeted by the dean before he entered school... With Ping An's big tail, one can imagine how "wonderful" little Harry's Hogwarts life will be in the next seven years.

"Also, you made the permanent myopia potion, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Ok."

"Also, Mr. McLean, please move your arms and legs and go out to review your homework. I'm still waiting for your ten O OWLs."

"...Okay..." Cyril left in a daze.

By the way, I "just forgot" the small clay sculpture on the desk.

Snape held the quill in his hand, watched the office door open and close, and then turned his gaze back to the ugly clay sculpture on the desk.

Tsk!It's ugly!

The black-haired wizard curled his lips, then waved his wand, the bookcase opened, and the clay sculpture flew into an inconspicuous corner, blocked by a "Compendium of Potions".

……

Quidditch Seth Lytherin finally won the championship, although Ping An did not show up - Cyril insisted that Ping An could not appear in hibernation (for which Gene panicked for a long time).

Facts have proved that Slytherin's strength is still there, even if the image of Ping An is not suitable for appearing in public, so there is no town in the Quidditch rest tent.

It was the unanimous decision of the whole family, Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmaster Snape not to show up safely.

Ping An's current image is too eye-catching, and it is easy to attract the attention of interested people and cause unnecessary trouble.So the fluffy guy, apart from being taken out occasionally by the dean and Cyril who went to the Forbidden Forest to collect herbs, stayed lazily next to the Slytherin dean's office, eating flower petals, fighting, and sleeping with the minibus .

"It must be Ping An who secretly blesses us in our sleep!" -Jin tried his best to show his existence as a diehard Ping An fan.

"Maybe, Grand Champion! Put on the robe quickly, please don't run around the world shirtless in this weather?" Wendy put the big green robe on her fiancé with a gentle face.

……

On Gryffindor's side, although he lost the last game of his Hogwarts study career, Bill didn't seem so depressed. Gryffindor's Quidditch performance in these years has always been a little bit worse.It was a question he had had before he took over as Quidditch captain.

It seems that there is always a lack of such a core leader. The team is easily affected by some big or small mistakes on the field of the game, and people are easily distracted.

More than ten years ago, the myth of Gryffindor's 7 consecutive victories has long been history. The captain with a long red ponytail patted his own brother on the shoulder and said freely: "Gryffindor will return to its peak sooner or later." The brilliance! Don't be discouraged."

The OWLs exam is coming soon at the hottest time.

The fifth graders before the exam were in a state of madness.

One month before the exam, John suddenly got into the habit of inquiring about the review time and review progress of everyone around him.

The freckled boy didn't ask Cyril, because he found out that his roommate was watching NEWTs.

But that doesn't stop him from harassing those around him.

While queuing up for the Protection of Magical Creatures class, John asked the Hufflepuff students behind him anxiously: "How many hours a day can you review? How long do you spend on potions? What about spells? What about transfiguration?"

The two Hufflepuff students looked at each other with terrified expressions: "Each class takes more than an hour every day..."

"Is one hour enough for you? If you want me to say that you should review each subject for two or three hours every day, half of the time is reading books, half of the time is doing problems or practicing... and Potions, you have to... ummmm!"

The remaining half of John's words were covered by Cyril.

"I'm sorry, students. My roommate has a bit of pre-exam syndrome and mental allergies recently, please forgive me. There is no problem in reviewing each subject for an hour every day, please come on!" Cyril pulled out an extremely sincere smile, and then dragged Leaving his roommate.

In the end, John was pushed on the seat by Cyril and his schoolmaster Ravenclaw senior sister and girlfriend, and made a strict review timetable, and he was settled down only by strictly following the timetable.

Cyril's review life is actually "very fulfilling". Not only does he have to review by himself, but as a prefect, he also has to keep an eye on the movements of the Slytherins.

There are always some moths. A few Slytherin bastards deliberately spread false and intimidating information a week before the exam, picked a corridor with the most people, and discussed the OWLs exam loudly during get out of class time.

"This kind of test must be well-connected, and people who don't know don't even think about it. Think about it, this is a random test! Who can guarantee what you will get! My mother asked someone to look for it for a long time, and finally found a wizard The relationship between the head of the Examinations Authority - old Mrs. Geselda Marchban. My mother gave her something, and we watched a magical drama together..."

Bowen just came out of the classroom to eat, and his ears were full.

The big Hufflepuff, who was worried in the afternoon, sneaked up to find Cyril who was too busy to look up: "Is there really such a thing?"

"Listen to their nonsense. I've memorized these names. You should review them carefully. Ms. Marchban is a friend of my grandma. Grandma said that she can sit in that position for 50 years because of her justice."

Bowen let out a long breath.

"Oh, that's right. By the way... Ms. Marchban doesn't like magical dramas." Cyril raised her head and pulled a smirk.

"In fact, at the age of 80, she likes fighting the most."

John came with a worried look and left with a dreamy face.

……

The next day, all Hogwarts saw three Slytherin boys running around the Quidditch field holding a magic display blackboard.

The more and more people around.There was a lot of discussion.

Slytherin's star prefect, Cyril McLean, was sitting leaning on the railing with one leg, holding a book in his hand and a straw in his mouth.

Turn a page from time to time, completely unaffected by the scene.

The mixed-race senior's beautiful and delicate facial features revealed a white and fluffy shimmer in the sun. His eyelashes were long and curly, gently resting half a centimeter from his lower eyelids. His nose was straight, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his chin was slightly raised.

It's almost like an angel in a Muggle story in the sun.

"Hurry up, dinner is about to start. There are 5 laps left!"

The "Angel" prefect instantly turned into a little devil, viciously tickled the corners of his pale pink lips, and shouted at the three people on the playground without raising his head.

Only then did the crowd see the magic small blackboards in the hands of the three people with a huge writing: "OWLs, be honest with you and me!

OWLs, fairness depends on everyone!

Good luck to all Year [-] candidates OWLs! "

As soon as Snape came out of the Forbidden Forest, he saw his "daring" prefect from a distance shouting cheerfully to the three "mangy dogs" on the playground: "I'm doing it for your own good! Come on and sprint, boys!"

It's summer, the evening sun is about to set, and it's still hot with a little wind.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard was just casually wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a bundle of magic herbs to be used tonight.He stopped and looked at it for a while, and then casually "snorted" from his nose. He had no intention of caring about it at all, and Shi Shiran returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Exams are too stressful, always need a little adjustment, don't you?

As a teacher, he didn't think it was too much.