Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The two continued to move forward, observing the surroundings while walking along the wooden signposts.

"Dean, there are really a lot of snakes here."

Cyril stepped carefully to echo Snape's statement, fortunately he was wearing Martin boots today.

"I really don't understand how your baby moles found this place." Snape walked ahead, and the flies flew straight in the knee-high grass.

"Let's generate electricity for love... I haven't quite understood their preference for gold, silver and jewelry. For example, this time, they even want to exchange all the spoils." Cyril muttered as he walked forward.

The two walked for a while, and Snape, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

Cyril followed in two steps, and it turned out that they had reached the top of a hill.The hill was 200 meters high by visual estimation, and they were standing on the highest point at the moment, with a clear view of the scene below the hill.

The lush hilltop turns steeply down, and there is a small valley below. In the middle of the valley is a small village surrounded by forests. The whole valley is surrounded by mountains. It seems that people who want to come out of the village must climb this hill.

This small village is undoubtedly Little Hangleton.

Xixiu in the backpack——Zhaocai got excited, rolled around in the bag excitedly, and made a fuss.

Cyril even felt that he would not be able to carry the bag anymore.

"It seems to be close to the goal." The boy muttered and kicked a mouse away from his foot.

"Follow closely and watch your feet." The black-haired wizard drew out his wand and spoke cautiously.

The hill was very steep, and Dean Snape walked ahead with big strides, walking like flying.

Cyril had to trot all the way to keep up with the backpack.

The buildings in Little Hangleton still maintain the style of the late Middle Ages. It can be seen that almost all of them are old houses, which are Gothic.A small church in the middle of the village is the tallest building with a carved spire and a few birds that can't tell whether it's a crow or a dove.

The whole village is gloomy and sparsely populated.

Except for the church, the most conspicuous thing in the whole small village is the big house on the west side that they saw on the top of the mountain before. That house looks slightly newer than other old houses, more like a small manor.

I don't know how the people here survive.

Because the yards of most families are overgrown with weeds, the good land is left there, and thorns and shrubs are allowed to grow wildly, half-covering the houses with their teeth and claws.

The small manor was especially obvious. The building looked like the most decent and up-to-date building in the whole village, but it also looked the most deserted.

The feeling of that small manor is... not popular.

Snape followed Cyril's gaze, frowned, and said nothing, but his gaze was much more complicated than Cyril's simple doubts.

Snape felt that there was something odd about this small village.

For example, it is 11:[-] in the morning, but there is no one on the street. If they hadn't passed by just now, and the window panels of several houses along the road were closed suddenly, he even thought that the whole village was deserted and uninhabited.

The snuffling in Cyril's backpack seemed extremely restless, trying to figure it out.

The two had no choice but to find a corner where no one was around, and Cyril opened the bag.

"is it here?"

Sniffing and Zhaocai twisted desperately, then pointed at the small manor the two of them saw just now and screamed.

"Okay, okay, got it. Put it in the bag, we'll go there now."

Cyril packed his bags and continued walking west with Snape, passing a vegetable shop selling carrots and potatoes along the way, Cyril stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, who is the owner of the manor in front of you?" ?”

Sitting by the side of the booth, the shabby old woman raised her wrinkled face, her eyes were cloudy and asymmetrical, she stared at Cyril for a long time, then let go of the apple she had been wiping with her apron, Leaned forward.

Following her movements, the apple fell to the ground with a grunt, and rolled to Cyril's shoes along the cracks in the stone road.

Cyril bent down to pick up the apple, wiped it casually, and handed it back.

The old woman glanced at the red apple handed in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and did not reach out to take it. Instead, she tremblingly pointed at the wooden box containing the carrots with a hand whose nails seemed to be longer than her fingers. Meaning let him put it there.

Cyril didn't care, put it in, and asked again: "Excuse me about... the manor?"

The old woman suddenly took several steps forward, with agility and speed that did not match her appearance at all.

Cyril reflexively took a step back.

This old woman, with her pointy hat on, looked more like the child-eating witch in a Muggle fairy tale than anyone else.

Cyril didn't move, and neither did the old woman, but she didn't stay idle either, looking carefully at the well-dressed big boy in front of her.

The eyes of the old woman were like a kind of reptile crawling greasyly over Cyril's body. Cyril felt that he was being licked up and down by the other party, and goose bumps all over his body.

Snape stepped forward, stopped the old woman's undisguised scrutiny, and frowned.

The old woman was probably intimidated by Headmaster Snape's own powerful aura, curled her lips, revealing a mouthful of pitch-black and uneven teeth: "The Riddle House, gentlemen."

The voice sounded like something had been ground with sandpaper, rough and low, with three broken sounds in one sentence.

"Let's go straight there." Snape pulled Cyril by his side in a protective gesture, and left this "crazy old woman".

……

The Riddle Mansion looks even bigger and more desolate from a close look than it does from the top of the mountain.

Cyril stood in front of the iron gate covered with unknown and hideous vines, not sure whether to go in or not.

"Dean, don't you think...?"

"Call me by my name when you go out, especially here, don't call me the professor and the dean."

Snape surveyed his surroundings with his wand, asking for it without looking back.

"Okay, Sev... Severus...?" Cyril stammered out Dean Snape's name for the first time.

Snape paused for a moment, did not express anything, but did not refuse either.

"This is a deserted house." Snape said in a flat tone after a thorough inspection.

"Even if there are people living in it, it is absolutely impossible to be the owner of this house. This gate has not been opened for at least ten years."

Snape said, pointing to the rust on the iron door.

Cyril saw that the rust had indeed eroded the holes in the ground.

"Then what should we do?" Cyril looked at the barren garden inside and the building that looked like a ghost house from a distance, and was speechless.

Xixiu Zhaocai in the backpack was surprisingly excited at the moment.

Snape looked up at the sky. At this moment, it changed from the clear blue sky with the color of forget-me-nots before. After a while, it was covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint tendency of heavy rain.

"Let's find a place to stay first, and come out to have a look when the weather gets better." The black-haired wizard said lightly.

……

Cyril and Snape are now sitting downstairs in the only small hotel in the whole of Little Hangleton, where the hotel is above and the restaurant is below.

The environment here is not much better than the entrance to Diagon Alley - the Leaky Cauldron, or even worse.

At least the Leaky Cauldron Bar has magic blessings, it won't kill anyone if you eat it, and the magic disinfection is also powerful...

Seeing the lump of beef brisket stewed with potatoes on the plate in front of him, Cyril felt that he lost his appetite.

Snape presciently ordered only a cup of black coffee, although he has not touched the cup in front of him so far.

Through the small window full of oil stains, you can see that the rain outside is abnormally heavy.Bean-sized raindrops hit the windows and the stone brick floor, and the sound of "slap! slap! slap!" can be heard.

It didn't feel like raindrops were falling, but stones.

"When will this rain stop..." Cyril simply tossed the fork back onto his plate carelessly, and then yawned.

Playing with Yi Wen last night (the three-year-old brother is going back to China with his family the next day) I went to bed very late, and today I got up early again, all the way back and forth in the carriage and legs, after a long journey, now it is accompanied by the rain outside the window With the sound and the dark and stuffy indoor environment, the white fox boy was a little drowsy.

Snape stood up, walked to the front of the bar, and took back a bunch of keys after a while.

"Go upstairs and sleep first."

The sorcerer succinctly picked up the big boy who looked like a "chicken pecking at rice" with half of his head on his head.

Cyril dragged the bag on the ground in a daze, followed Headmaster Snape up the dark wooden stairs, walked through a musty corridor, and stopped at the door of room 314.

Snape used the key to unlock the brass lock on the door and pushed the door open.

This is an extremely cramped standard double room.

The walls are covered with mottled wallpaper, and the pattern of bronzing in the past can be vaguely seen; the floor is not known whether it has been waxed or because it has not been cleaned all year round, anyway, the floor is black and reflective (Syril thinks the latter is more likely); The metal lamp made of some material is already a little rusty, firmly entangled itself on the ceiling, the two beds are narrow and low, there is no such thing as a bed cover, a kind of grayish white quilt covers the bed limply.

Cyril looked around for a week, and finally fell on the nearby low bed.

"Just let me sleep first... Please wake me up in an hour, thank you!" Cyril mumbled and buried his face in the damp pillow, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally He snored directly.

Snape stood at the door looking at the quiet corridor, and before he noticed the room, the white fox boy had already passed out.

After closing the door, Snape stared at the boy lying on the bed in the shape of "big" for a full minute, finally heaved a sigh, pulled off the boy's Martin boots, turned over, and tucked himself into the quilt .

Snape took out a book from his space bag, sat on the small sofa chair under the window facing the street, and flipped through it.

The clock on the wall turned 3 times in the silence. The white fox boy who had been sleeping on the bed for a long time finally turned over, and then slowly opened his misty eyes.

The pupils of the gray-green eyes were dilated due to out-of-focus, but it seemed that the color of the entire eyes was darker than usual.

Cyril stared at the spider web in the corner of the roof, and it took half a minute to remember that he was still in Little Hangleton.

Covering his eyes with the back of his hand, Cyril sat up stupefied, and then unexpectedly saw Dean Snape who was holding a book and looking out the window.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard was half-hidden in the shadows and stared out of the window. He was holding a book in one hand. The book was placed at a lower position. Obviously, he didn't read it carefully.

His legs were laid leisurely on the opposite chair, and the suit pants, which had been ironed without any wrinkles, drooped a little due to the movement, outlining the shape of his slender legs, and the short boots on the toes were spotless and shiny.

On Cyril's side, Snape didn't respond for a long time, and Snape didn't know what he was looking at or thinking about.

"Severus?" Cyril found his shoes under the bed, stepped on them, and walked over to Snape's side.

"Severus? What are you looking at?" Cyril followed Snape's direction and looked out the window together.

"Call the dean when there is no one."

Snape dropped his legs from the opposite chair, sat on the chair and turned around.

Cyril pouted, then turned his head and stared at the professor in front of him: "Okay, okay...Dean, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the pedestrians."

"Pedestrian?! Is there any pedestrian here?" Cyril quickly turned his head and stretched his neck.As a result, the joints made a "click" sound because of the excessive movement.

Cyril held his neck and turned back: "This place is so strange, there is no one on a sunny day, and then when it rains, people come out and run around in the street???"

Snape stood up, gave Cyril a deep look, but did not respond.

Cyril touched his flat stomach, gave up exploring the strange behavior of the villagers outside, and began to rummage through his cosmic bag: "Look what's in my bag..."

The boy who took out two packs of compressed biscuits suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and suddenly raised his head: "Dean, have you seen Zhaocai?"

Snape pointed to a corner of the wall, there was a faded velvet cushion on the floor, Zhao Cai was now sleeping in a black scarf.

"Okay, thank you for helping me remember, I'm too sleepy. I have compressed biscuits and pastries my grandma made before, and I'll go downstairs to get a drink or two."

Cyril scratched his hair, seeing that Snape didn't stop him, he calmly opened the door and went downstairs.

The white fox boy was walking on the creaking stairs, looking at most of the walls peeling off on both sides of the stairs, he casually guessed that the hotel had been closed for a long time, and the owner of the hotel did not plan to renovate it, because this small village had no Like someone is coming.

All the way down, Cyril came to the empty lobby or the small restaurant on the first floor, and even the people on the bar were gone.

Are you stepping on the rain?

There was a half-closed wooden door with a light on in the corner, and the voices of people talking could be heard faintly inside. Cyril decided to try his luck in the kitchen.

It seems that the wooden door that has not been cleaned for many years is covered with greasy dirt, and the words "Kitchen important area, no one is allowed to enter" are hung crookedly on the door. Cyril stretched out his hand, intending to knock on the door politely.

at this time!

A hand stretched out from behind, caught Cyril's outstretched left arm unexpectedly, and covered the boy's mouth by the way.

For a moment, Cyril felt his hair stand on end, he was so startled that he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were protruding, and his brain, which had just woken up and was not very bright, immediately started to call the police, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared!

He wanted to look back to see who it was, but also wanted to break free quickly, who was going to catch him?I don't know how long it took for the dean to find out that he disappeared... Cyril thought about six or seven things in his mind for just a few seconds.

"Hmm!" Cyril finally decided to struggle for a while before speaking.

"Stay still! It's me."

Suddenly a familiar voice rang in his ears, the other person was probably a little taller than him, and Cyril could feel the person's half-bending posture.

"If you don't bark, I'll let go." The voice still said in a very small volume.

With her mouth covered, Cyril nodded silently.

The hands on the face and arms were slowly loosened, and Cyril immediately turned around: "Sherlock! Why are you here!"