Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Xia, Sherlock?"

Cyril blinked hard, then blinked again a few seconds later.Snape drew out his wand directly.

At this moment, if Sherlock suddenly pulled out a diploma and told them that he was from Beauxbatons, he probably wouldn't be more surprised.

If you are more surprised, you will easily become numb and calm.

Like now.

"Don't be dazed, I jumped out of the window! You should have a way to keep me from falling to pieces, right?" Sherlock climbed up to the windowsill and pushed the window to the maximum angle it could open.

"Three, two, one, jump!" Dean Snape, who was beside him, reacted quickly and shouted a slogan to the trainee detective. When he said jump, Sherlock immediately let go of his hand and rushed forward.

A floating spell hit Sherlock accurately.Immediately after that, there was no figure of the boy by the window.

Even if these two met each other, they were full of gunpowder, but they cooperated tacitly at the critical moment.

There was already the sound of unlocking the door.

"You go up, quick!" Snape commanded Cyril with his wand.

Xi Ruier didn't dare to delay, he climbed up directly, jumped up, and didn't even wait for "three, two, one".

Fortunately, the dean passed the spell technique. After a second, he felt like a Muggle parachute was installed on his body. His body became swollen and soft, and he slowly landed next to Sherlock.

Snape was directly beside them three seconds later, and apparated both of them.

"Snapped!"

Three people suddenly appeared in the dark and deserted alley.

Snape immediately let go of Sherlock, still holding Cyril's shoulder with his right hand.

The next second, Sherlock fell limply on Cyril's shoulder.

"Ouch! What is this? Your travels are always like this... isn't it comfortable?"

The trainee detective had a rare look of weakness.While supporting him kindly, Cyril secretly worried that she would be spit all over.

Snape probably couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed the trainee detective's upper arm again, then took him away from Cyril's shoulder, and threw him to the side against the wall.

Sherlock didn't pick either, and continued to retch while leaning on the stone wall.

Cyril patted his little friend on the back sympathetically, and didn't bother to ask his friend how he discovered their "unusual" identities, and looked around: "Are we...?"

"Still in Little Hangleton, this is the street behind that small hotel." Snape replied succinctly.

Cyril immediately raised his head: "Then, that building is...?"

"Hmm." Snape looked at the dark building ahead with complicated eyes.

After a while, the three of them saw a 2-meter-tall woman coming out of the small hotel, and then turned a corner to the west.

Cyril recalled that besides the Riddle Mansion in the west, there was also a dense grove.

Cyril took a few more glances at the woman's mighty and majestic back, and whispered with lingering fear: "We all came out because of luck, that woman looks taller than Hagrid!"

"There's one more person." Sherlock, who had been retching against the wall like a stick of boiled spaghetti, said suddenly.

"what?"

"Four cups of milk tea." Snape instantly understood what the trainee detective said.

"You mean... besides us, there is another passenger?" Cyril's eyes widened.

At this moment, the boy's mind is full of the plot in "Dragon Inn" that his grandfather told him. It's really not too sour for the passengers to be made into human meat buns...

A closed village, a black shop, a ruthless boss, spaghetti with human meat sauce, stewed potatoes with human flesh, ham with human flesh...

Oh, he just ate a few bites of the suspected "human flesh stewed potatoes" at noon today.

Cyril just wanted to push away Sherlock, who was leaning on the wall, to make room for him to retch for a while.

Shaking his head, Cyril tried his best to forget the plot in his head, and continued to observe the small hotel in front of him.

After a while, the innkeeper, the thin old Terry, suddenly came out from the back door of the inn's kitchen, and looked around vigilantly.

The three stood in the shadows, and Dean Snape also cast the Ignore Charm, so they were not seen by Old Terry.

Old Terry wandered around furtively for a while, then returned to the back kitchen, and pushed out a flatbed cart with a bulging big sack on it.

"They killed people?" Cyril reflexively looked at the dean beside him, his gray-green eyes were full of horror.

Then it received taunting jets from the left and right sides at the same time.Sherlock had recovered from the retching.

When Cyril almost finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have asked another stupid question, if he killed him, why bother to stun... This question is as embarrassing as the four cups of milk tea before...

"I think you've lowered the IQ of the entire Little Hangleton village...if they have such a thing as an IQ." Sherlock whispered.

Hey, being caught between two "high IQ" people is likely to cause a landslide in your own IQ; being caught between two "high IQ and poisonous tongue" people, what's more, it may cause your IQ to collapse...

"Go, follow."

Sherlock was about to follow immediately, but was grabbed by Snape, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

In the next second, the young "practice detective" felt a bone-chilling chill from head to toe, as if a person had poked a hole in his scalp and poured a bucket of ice water from top to bottom.

"Invisibility Curse." Cyril explained in a low voice beside him.

"No need to explain, boy. He's going to forget about it anyway." Snape curled his lips.

"Please don't touch my memory. Thank you. My brain is very important to me. And I found out that you are different. You didn't tell me. This is a sideline."

Sherlock said indifferently.

It's a pity that neither of them can see any of his expressions that have become transparent now.

Next to disappear was Cyril, and finally Snape himself.After the three of them disappeared, they hurriedly followed the old Terry who was pushing the wooden cart.

Although Old Terry is small, he pushed the flatbed up and down all the way, and the ground was bumpy, but he walked like flying on flat ground.

At this time, I passed by the previous vegetable stand, and the strange old woman was still sitting in the original position, and the apple in her hand was gone.

"Delivering again?" the old woman spoke in a rough voice, her cloudy eyes rolling around.

Old Terry didn't stop on his feet, and said "Hmm" in a rough voice.

"It looks a little small?" the old woman yelled from behind reluctantly.

"Have time to take care of your own little apple! Crazy woman." Old Terry's voice reached the old woman's ears.

The old woman twitched her shoulders convulsively, her face visibly turned pale and ashen, she muttered obscenities that Cyril had never heard before, and sat back to her original sitting position cursing.

The three of Cyril didn't care about what the old woman did, because Old Terry turned into a path, and the three hurriedly followed.

Old Terry obviously became more suspicious and irritable after he set foot on the path. On average, he had to look back and forth every ten steps.

In the end, Old Terry followed this path directly into the woods next to the Riddle House.

I don't know if this woods is because of the rain just now or the type of vegetation, but it looks very dark anyway.

There is still a white mist floating in the air.

Fearing that they would get lost, the three of them stayed within 3 meters of Old Terry. Snape cast a Silencing Charm to block the "rustling" sound of the three of them stepping on the leaves and grass.

Old Terry walked a few more steps in, and stopped in an open space. In front of him was a small bag of soil about the height of a person, and on top of the bag was a very thick and large banyan tree.

One tree makes a forest, which refers to the banyan tree.

There are also many banyan trees in Haishi where Xiruier lives. Grandpa also called this kind of tree "solitary reward tree" because its canopy can really grow very big, and it is not a problem to extend more than ten meters.The brown aerial roots hang down, fall to the ground and take root again... Slowly, there is only one tree left in this area.

The tree in front of me is at least a few decades old. It is tall and big, and the terrain is high, so it looks like a group of people got into a huge tree umbrella.

Turning around, Cyril noticed with sharp eyes that the soil bag was actually hollow, with a half-meter-wide tree hole that could be drilled into.

This scene is very familiar, it feels like returning to Hogwarts under the Whomping Willow.

Old Terry pulled the air roots on both sides of the tree hole, and pushed the cart directly into the tree hole.

With little hesitation, the three of them walked in one after another.

There is still a difference between this place and the tree hole of the Whomping Willow. For example, at this moment they walked through a gentle slope and went directly to an underground world.

It is almost larger than the area occupied by the banyan tree crown above, which is comparable to the small fountain square in front of the church in this village.The roots form a natural ceiling that encases the surrounding soil.

"Master Messenger! I brought the sacrifice." Old Terry suddenly called out to a deeper place in the open space.

Inexplicably, Cyril felt uncomfortable, a slight discomfort caused by his white fox blood.

A cold, soulless creature approaches here.

If the last time in Yin Corpse Lake made him feel the unbearable pain at that moment, and the endless pain that wanted to hit his head; then now he was just bitten by a mosquito, and he felt a little pain or didn't feel good at all. It hurts, but the discomfort hits intermittently, and I feel a little heart-scratching and collapsed.

Of course, there are also some small beasts' instinctive desire for survival and sensitivity to danger.

"Severus?"

Cyril grabbed the arm of the wizard next to him.Even if he is invisible, he can find the other party immediately, because he knows that the dean will not be more than half a meter away from him.

As it turned out, the dean was closer to him than he thought.

"What's the matter?" Snape half-turned and held the boy up.

"Dangerous, I feel... soulless creatures approaching. It's about... only 200 meters away." Cyril suddenly fell silent.

Snape firmly pinched the shoulder of the boy beside him, and vigilantly added a spell of "shielding breath" to the three of them.Then he pulled Cyril and the Muggle detective on the other side to hide at the edge of the cave, and the three of them kept their backs against the roots of the tree.

Old Terry, who was standing in the middle, called out again.

"Master Messenger, are you there?"

Almost instantly.

A woman in a black robe appeared beside Old Terry.

The discomfort Cyril felt came from her.

"Old Terry, my master's hearty servant. Let me see, what have you brought?"

The woman's voice was surprisingly pleasant, and her entire face was covered under the hood, revealing only a pale, pointed chin and bright red lips.She was completely naked, stretched out a hand, and then easily scratched the sack with her nails.

The hair on the back of Cyril's neck stood upside down, but his mind began to break down habitually: What kind of material are these nails?German Double 1 Liren nails?

The three of them were a little far away from the two, but they could clearly see the person protruding from the sack.A girl, about the same age as Sherlock.

The weird woman slowly lowered her body, and sniffed the girl who was unconsciously put into the sack.

"It's really fragrant...this is...the scent of a virgin. Old Terry, you did a good job." The woman's words made everyone shudder.

Like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, Old Terry took a step back tremblingly, and forced an ugly smile: "You...you are satisfied."

The woman made a full circle around the wooden cart at an extremely fast speed, almost instantaneously, if it wasn't for Cyril staring at it without blinking, she would definitely ignore it.

"Just one? Huh?" Almost instantly, that woman appeared next to Old Terry again. She was obviously about the same height as Old Terry, or even a little shorter, but against the backdrop of Old Terry's weakness, she looked unusually tall. .

"Yes... yes... no one has been here recently..." Old Terry turned around halfway, not daring to meet her eyes.

"What's this smell...don't hide." The woman suddenly came closer and sniffed Old Terry.

Instant trouble!

Old Terry was kicked to the other side of the tree hole.

"Lie! How dare you lie to me! How dare you lie to Anna!" The woman's voice became sharp and piercing, with a roar like a beast.

"No no no...how can I...don't be angry, my lord...what did stupid old Terry do...?"

Old Terry didn't even dare to cry out in pain, and immediately knelt down, looking like he was about to pee out of fear...

"Don't play dumb for me... You smell like someone else, a strange smell... It's the smell of a teenager... More than one! Tell me! Where did you hide the person?"

The woman appeared in front of Old Terry in one step, lifted him off the ground, and then grabbed his neck and pushed him against the earth wall of the cave.

She is so strong...

Old Terry's face turned pale, coughing and struggling.

"Master Messenger...I...I didn't lie to you! I brought everything I could bring! Those people... ran away. The medicine didn't control it..."

"Nonsense! How dare you say that the medicine given by the adults is useless!" The woman who called herself Anna was probably too angry and moved too much, revealing a lock of silver hair from the black hood.

A ray of sunlight came in through the cracks in the roots of the tree, and hit the direction of Anna and Old Terry. Cyril saw the reflection of fine diamonds on the pale chin that was directly exposed to the sun.

Cyril couldn't hold back her breath, even mom's diamond sunscreen couldn't do that!This is definitely not a human being!

"Really...they all drank it, but when I took that shrew to see it half an hour later, the room was empty. Cough cough cough!" Old Terry said with difficulty, dressed roughly.

"How many people?" Anna let go of her thin and pale hand, and threw Old Terry to the ground.

"Three... three. One adult man and two teenagers. Listening to their conversation, it seems that two are from Scotland and one is from London. They... don't seem to know each other before."

Old Terry sat on the ground, clutching his neck and answering with difficulty.

"Crash." A bag of coins was thrown to the ground.

"Take it, get out." Anna threw the money at Old Terry's feet.

Old Terry picked up a bag of coins, stuffed them hastily into his bosom, then got up on the ground, went to push the cart, pushed the wooden cart to the entrance of the cave, and couldn't help but winced and asked: "Then... Then...those three people? And...Little Apple? What about Little Apple..."

"Adults will consider it. As for Little Apple...it depends on your mood..." Anna wrapped her fingers around her silver hair and said contemptuously.

"I wish you and your lord... good luck."

Old Terry bent his body to the lowest point, and a word between "sir" and "pleasant" was vaguely carried over.

Then hurriedly left this dreadful tree hole.

The three of Cyril didn't follow. Grandpa often said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." He still heard it.

At this moment, the righteous boy was full of thoughts of rescuing the dazed girl. He had a hunch that if they didn't take action, the girl probably wouldn't survive tonight.

The three of them watched helplessly as the woman (or female monster) named Anna picked up the sack that was moved to the ground by Old Terry, flung it easily on his shoulders, and then went deeper into the tree hole. Walking around, walking fast, almost instantaneous movement.