Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In addition to catching a group of Slytherin gangsters who spoke out loudly, Cyril also successively seized various magical supplements similar to "Brain 1 Platinum".

In the fifth and seventh grades, in order to study hard and pass the exam, many people took a slant when approaching the exam, which directly led to the rapid and vigorous development of the black market at Hogwarts.

Looking at a basket of so-called "Buffy Brain Booster", "Memory Improvement Dragon Claw Powder", and "High Score Spray" in his hand.Cyril opened them one by one with great interest and sniffed them.Very good, mint syrup, Humeizi dried poop powder and soothing spray.

The boy looked sympathetically at the Hufflepuff who had just spent 12 galleons and swallowed the "memory-enhancing dragon claw powder" in one gulp, and finally kindly chose to remain silent.

……

The day before the OWLs exam, Cyril received a letter of acceptance from the Potion Magazine for a paper on "Shortening the production cycle of Felicity Elixir".

It was from Potions Monthly.

"Potions Monthly" is the most authoritative journal about potions in the magic world, and the threshold is extremely high. As far as he knows, Dean Snape has published at least 6 articles on it, the earliest of which was submitted by him in the third grade .

When Cyril asked Dean Snape to help him submit a manuscript, he did not expect his dean to be so "ambitious" that he directly submitted to the most powerful journal.

Looking at a circle of gilded parchment, Cyril asked frivolously, "So can I use it to obtain the qualification to go to St. Mungo's for an internship?"

"Not only this thesis, but you also have 3 years of experience working under the Potions Master." Dean Snape gave him a smirk.

"Will you write the certificate for me? I mean, can you not write a handyman? Isn't it good to say that the assistant is not good, and the apprentice is also fine...?" Xi Ruier muttered in a low voice with a smile on his hand while holding his own acceptance letter.

"It depends on your OWLs, Mr. McLean. I don't want my assistants or apprentices to have poor grades."

"Okay, okay, then I'll go and make preparations for the 10 O's first, thank you for your notice!" Cyril walked out of the office with a bound, without the steady look of the former Slytherin prefect.

……

The exam time and specific arrangements during the exam process have long been posted on the bulletin boards of each college, and the entire exam will last for two weeks.One exam per day, written exam in the morning, practical exam in the afternoon, and astronomy exam on Saturday night.

"Your test papers have been cast with a very severe anti-cheating spell. Except for the automatic answering quill, there are also memory balls, detachable entrainment cuffs and automatic error-correcting ink, etc., all of which are not allowed to be brought."——This is deformation The original words of Professor McGonagall in class.

"In addition, once found out, all examination qualifications will be cancelled. You should think about your own future. It is not a joke to have a lifetime of cheating." ——Professor Sprout sighed and emphasized in the herbal science shed .

"The test results will be delivered to you separately by owls in July, just wait at home, don't keep asking us with owls, because our professors don't know about them before you." ——Professor Fei Liwei standing on a stack of books and shaking The wand screech repeated.

"You know the importance and consequences of this exam. I will always stand in a corner of the exam room." Professor Snape drew a frightening smile.

……

The first exam on Monday is Theory of Charms.Xi Ruier finished the written test in the auditorium in the morning, checked it three times, and finally held back and handed in the paper early.He knew that if he did this, Headmaster Snape would definitely take the opportunity to taunt him until graduation.

"Mr. McLean, who is omnipotent and omnipotent, can't wait to write his name and hand in the paper directly."

He even helped the dean think up the lines.

After lunch, Cyril and John entered a small room off the auditorium together to wait to be called in alphabetical order to take practical exams.

Practical exams are scheduled throughout the year.Cyril's name came first, and he was called after a while.

John patted Cyril on the shoulder and wished him good luck as he complained under his breath that the wand-wielding man behind him had poked him in the back.

When Cyril walked into the auditorium again, he found that the auditorium where he was eating just now had turned into small compartments, with a light bulb hanging on the side of the compartments, lighting up in red and green.

"Mr. McLean, go to Mrs. Settin's partition, there." Professor Flitwick, who was standing outside to maintain order, pointed to a door with a green light on it.

"Okay, thank you professor."

Cyril walked over at a normal pace, nodded first, and said hello.

He found himself with Bowen on his left, who hadn't finished his exam, and Charlie, who had come in with him, on his right.

Very good, they are all old acquaintances.

Lady Settin was a tall, lanky witch with rimless spectacles and a dark purple gown.

"Oh, I know your kid. You did really well in the Five Schools. My little granddaughter is a huge fan of yours."

Cyril froze for a moment, and then saw people on both sides who turned their heads at the same time.

The red-haired Charlie on the right gave him a grumpy look, accusing him of being fans wherever he went.Bowen on the left is full of stars. It seems that if it wasn't for the exam, this big Hufflepuff would like to show off that Cyril is my brother.

"That's awesome, Ms. Setin." Cyril smiled obediently.

"I have a chance to come to my little granddaughter's birthday party. Let's take a look at your test questions. Use this egg to perform jumps and side flips first." As Ms. Setin's voice fell, Cyril found that the green light on the side of the partition also turned red .

This topic was really simple, Cyril solved it almost immediately, and Charlie next door was demonstrating the Hairy Curse.

Ms. Setin nodded, and continued to ask: "Then let this potted cactus perform a dance."

Cyril did as he said, if it wasn't for showing off his skills so as not to backfire, he even wanted the cactus without feet to perform a yangko dance.

"That's great, let's try the color-changing spell again. Please help me change this quill to a color you like."

Cyril stared at the standard black quill in Mrs. Settin's hand, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, may I ask which academy you are from?"

"Ravenclaw, boy."

"Ok."

In the next second, Cyril transformed the black quill pen into a pattern of blue and white blue and white porcelain, and then handed it back to Ms. Setin.

"...This... This is really, wonderful!" Ms. Setin touched the quill pen in her hand fondly.

"What a work of art, I think I'll make a Reinforcement Charm and take this quill home!"

"Thank you for liking." Cyril replied with a smile.

The spell test ended in such a harmonious way.When Xi Ruier went back to the cellar to see Ping An and the minibus, the dean hadn't come back yet.I heard that he is working with the examiners to set up the examination room for potions tomorrow.

In the potion written test early the next morning, Cyril felt that it went even better than the previous day's spell.

The written test took the compound decoction and a drink of the water of life and death, both of which Cyril knew by heart. Compared with John and Bowen who had finished the test with pale faces, Cyril felt that it was quite relaxed.Before the exam in the afternoon, the two of them approached Cyril with their notebooks in their hands and asked for a bet.

In fact, Cyril himself is not very sure, but after looking at the range of examination questions over the years, Cyril feels that there are still a few medicines that may indeed be the key points.

"Thinking that the configuration time is only 4 hours, it means that some medicines that have to wait for a week for each step can be eliminated. The compound decoction in the morning bears the brunt. It is likely that drinking the water of life and death will not be tested again, although the latter only needs 3 It can be prepared in an hour. Then I think the scalding potion and the nonsense potion are the key points, and the cold potion...it's possible, you can take a look..."

Thinking of the sneezingweed for cold medicine, Cyril felt hairy all over.

Before the exam in the afternoon, Cyril found that Dean Snape, who had never had time to come back, asked someone to give him a pair of silver unicorn fluff woven gloves.

A small note was attached to it: "It was originally a birthday gift, but the material collection cycle is a bit long. If you encounter materials that may cause allergies, remember to wear them. The silver unicorn hair has the characteristics of tightly fitting the palm and isolating materials.

Attached is the allergen certificate from Madam Pomfrey. "

Sure enough, there was a letter of proof with three stamps on the back, which proved his bloodline.

It was only then that Cyril remembered that he seemed to have never considered this issue. If it wasn't for the dean's foresight, he would probably have made a fool of himself.

Putting on the thin silver gloves, the gloves fit instantly as the dean said, and then it was as if there was an extra layer of skin, allowing the fingers to move freely.

These are a pair of gloves that every potions master would dream of, priceless.Because the fluff of silver unicorns is very rare, it is a very lucky thing to get a handful.

Cyril suddenly remembered that his dean had been flipping through the auction and circulation manual of magical biological materials every day for a while, and he was very close to Hagrid.Unconsciously, he laughed softly.

Cyril's hands are beautiful, especially as a boy's hands. His knuckles have not become thick, but are still white and slender. After wearing gloves, there is a faint layer of pearl, which gives people a sense of naturalness when moving. Feeling with magic soft light effect.

In the afternoon exam, the final test was the fever potion, which was an upgraded version of the cold potion.As long as you know how to make cold medicine, you can extract and add some cooling grass at the end.

Satisfied, Cyril used the gloves that Dean Snape had prepared for him, and handed over the perfect finished product.

Subsequent exams went well.

It is worth mentioning that the examiner of Transfiguration was a shriveled little old man. He seemed to be at the scene of the final of the five-school league competition, so this old Hufflepuff man additionally asked Cyril to show him the Star magic, directly transforming with air.

This is a transfiguration technique that is not necessarily tested in the seventh grade.

"Take it as an extra question!" The old man blinked.

"As you wish." Cyril blinked back.

When the entire auditorium was surrounded by the vast universe, everyone stopped their wands.

Back in the cellar at night, for the first time, Dean Snape did not mock him for his publicity, but told him that there was only half of the exam left, so don't take it lightly.

When Cyril finished the last test of protection of magical creatures, the boy felt that his 10 O's were inevitable.

After the two-week hell exam was over, Cyril lay down on the lawn to rest in a daze, beside John who paralyzed himself into big characters.

"Dude, I thought I would fly around Hogwarts after the exam, and then go play it for three days and three nights. Actually, I don't want to move now." John whimpered.

"You should go and lie down next to your senior Ravenclaw." Cyril replied numbly.

"She is preparing for next year's NEWTs, please let me not bother her..."

"...".

There is one week off after the exam.

All fifth and seventh graders are enjoying this rare leisure time.

……

Cyril looked at the "Potions Monthly" in his hand, turning it over and over again.He stopped talking for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Dean, did you spend money to buy the page?"

Snape was grading the potions test papers of other grades, and upon hearing this, he stared up with fiery eyes.

"Well, I mean, my article shouldn't be ranked so high. The third article..."

"Otherwise, Mr. McLean? You hope to throw you in the corner of the tofu block. Your research is very practical and instructive... not only for Felicia. Shortening the cycle is always the magic potion industry. Important subject for now," Snape hissed back.

"Oh..." Cyril nodded as if realizing something, and then suddenly his eyes lit up after he didn't know what he thought of.

"By the way, Dean, do you have any plans for your holiday?"

The boy seemed to have suddenly suffered from hypochondriac, and was sitting on the desk of the Slytherin head and potions professor.

"If you have something to say, stand still." The black-haired black-eyed wizard continued to grade the test paper in his hand without raising his head.

"Your vacation...accompany me on an adventure!" Cyril's gray-green eyes sparkled.

"I don't have time to play house with your children." Snape remained unmoved.

"It won't take long... just to help Niuxiu find things. Just take it as a help? My dad said they are going back to China for the holiday..."

"Oh? What made you realize that your poor dean is too busy to dig for treasure with Xixiu...?"

"I'll come back to help you, a whole vacation!" Cyril said flatteringly, almost turned into a fox cos labrador shaking its head and tail.

"I do have two potion items..."

"Let me participate!"

"Hmph..." Snape snorted out a gasp, he didn't refuse any more, and he didn't say yes.

"Then I'll owl you on vacation?" Cyril was eager to finalize the "treasure digging" plan.

"One week after the start of the holiday, the teachers will be on vacation. I will pick you up directly. Solve the problem early and get to work early."

"Good!"

……

British summers, especially in the Scottish countryside, are not hot, but rather stuffy and depressing.

Two men walked side by side on a country road, with overgrown grass and low bushes on both sides, and strange movements in the grass from time to time.

The unknown bird above the head was calling hoarsely. It sounded like a crow, and it was sharper than a crow. No one could tell.

The sky is very blue, the color of a forget-me-not flower.

After walking a few more steps, the trees became tall and sparse.Not far away, a wooden guidepost suddenly appeared in front of him.

One of the men asked in a low voice, "Your baby mole led the way here? What's in here, treasure buried by the tree monster?"

The man who spoke was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, very imposing, with a cold aura like a male model, and his tone was filled with impatience at the moment.

It was Snape.

Today's Snape is a typical British dress, boots, trousers, shirt and waistcoat.The coat was casually hung on his arm, it was still summer after all.

"That's what Zhaocai said. Look, there is a road sign ahead. Where is this?"

The shorter man next to him spoke, his voice was clear, he looked like a boy, wearing overalls, and the end of his voice was still rising mischievously.

It was Cyril without a doubt.

"Little Hangleton 1 mile, Great Hangleton 5 miles. So please Mr. McLean and ask his baby mole, does it barely break its leg or completely break it? Damn it! What's wrong with the snakes here many!"

Snape used his wand to shake off an entangling green snake, and asked angrily.

Cyril turned the backpack in front of him, opened the zipper, talked with Zhaocai who poked his head out for a while, and finally pointed in one direction and said, "Let's go to Little Hangleton, Dean."