Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape firmly grabbed the restless teenagers on both sides, and followed from a distance while maintaining a relatively long distance.

Anna, who was carrying the girl, "walked" in front as lightly as a swallow.

Here it is underground, no longer bothered by the patter of rain, but dimly lit.

Walking along the road, it became narrower and narrower, and the group of people seemed to have entered a tunnel. The soil on both sides was artificially dug, and the top was simply fixed with wooden strips.

Cyril even suspected that they had entered a mine or something.

Going deeper and further ahead, walking farther and farther, turning left, right, and right several times.If Snape hadn't used the Silencing Charm in advance, Cyril even felt that their gasps would be enough for the vampires in front to notice.

After turning another corner, a door appeared in front of him.The female monster named Anna unscrewed the doorknob with one hand, and walked in.

The door was closed before his eyes.

The three of them stopped five meters away from the door, and it was obviously irrational to go in now.No one knows what is behind the door, in case it is discovered as soon as it is opened...

When everyone was silent, Cyril suddenly remembered a small magic weapon on his body.

Or rather, it was a dozen of improved small charms given to me on my fifth birthday this year.At that time, he looked at them, and found that they were all mild and harmless little charms, so he casually threw them into the Qiankun bag as a small thing.

Putting his hand into the Qiankun bag, after a while, the boy took out a box of cards that looked like poker.Because the three of them were invisible at the moment, they could only see a strange scene of a box of cards floating in midair.

Xi Ruier took out a card from the card, which was "Water Mirror", with Chinese pinyin and English marked on it.

"..." Cyril looked at the card in his hand and still couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

At that time, my heart was full of the bracelet given by the dean, so I didn't look carefully.From now on, it seems that Wu Thirty must have made this specially for Yiwen. Yiwen, who is 3 and a half years old, is learning to read.This card is just enough to recognize characters, learn spells at the same time, and finally get familiar with English by the way.

He could guess it with Ping An's toes, it must be the English that his father added forcefully, look at how nondescript the translation is...so the card in his hand must be attached.

"I guarantee that Ivan's English is definitely better than Cyril's. After all, this kid has stayed in the UK for a long time." - I remember Benny talking eloquently one day when the whole family had hot pot together.

Cyril put away the unrestrained brain circuit and pasted the card directly on the door in front of him.

In the next second, the door seemed to be melted, and water ripples spread from the middle to the surroundings, and the door became more transparent every time it spread around.

In the end, the whole door seemed to disappear, and the three of them could clearly see the situation on the other side of the door.

Opposite the door is a dark basement, full of wooden boxes and old furniture covered with white cloth, some moldy and rotten vegetables are piled up in the corner, and there are several wooden barrels of red wine directly opposite.

It seems that the female monster has already carried the "prey" up.

Snape opened the door silently, and the three of them quietly walked through to the basement.

"According to this position, we should be under the Riddle Mansion now." The "Practice Detective" who had been very quiet all this time suddenly whispered.

"The Riddle House???"

"Correct."

"Quiet, follow closely. It's not easy here, I suspect there are people from our side...don't act rashly." Snape beside him warned in a low voice.

Both Cyril and Sherlock kept their mouths shut.

Sherlock was the first to tug on Cyril's sleeve (the three have had to tug at each other when necessary since going invisible).

"Look," the trainee detective whispered to the stairs in front of him.

"There is no less ash here than in other places."

"So she didn't take the stairs?" Cyril felt terrified and couldn't help but look up at the ceiling.

"No, it means that her feet hardly touch the ground. Therefore, we can't step on it directly, as it will leave footprints." Sherlock continued to answer in a low voice.

"So, what I mean is, since you can be invisible, can you protect the scene by the way?"

Cyril tugged at the wizard on the other side, and Snape whispered a Lightning Curse.

The three of them went up the stairs all the way to the first floor.

Standing in this hall, you can still feel the prosperity of this family in the past.This is definitely a great home in Little Hangleton!

The floor is covered with the most popular marble mosaic floor tiles decades ago; the wool carpet on the floor tiles has been eaten by moths, but it can still be seen that the cost is expensive, and the design and color are probably Arabic; the walls are dusty landscape oil paintings ; Overhead is a crystal chandelier covered in cobwebs and dust.

There was a thick layer of dust on the long dining table. According to visual inspection, it had not been wiped for at least ten years, and the color of the table itself could no longer be seen clearly.The dining chairs were placed randomly, some were inserted into the table in a regular manner, and some even fell to the ground, with no one to help them.

Going further inside is a spacious kitchen, there are several dishes in the kitchen sink, and a cutting board on the cooking table is randomly placed there, and half a piece of bread that looks like a fossil is on the cutting board, no one cares about it.

It is as if the homeowner suddenly encountered something, and then left the house and fled in an instant.Let the time of this house be fixed forever on the day when the owner disappeared.

Here, it's like a mansion haunted house that was suddenly abandoned.

"Clang!"

When the three of them were observing the house, there was a sudden sound of heavy objects falling to the ground upstairs.There are also faint voices.

The movement came from the second floor.

Snape originally wanted to go up and have a look by himself, but considering that it would not be safe to leave the other two behind, he simply took the lead and dragged Cyril and the Muggle detective directly up the spiral staircase quietly.

The second floor is much darker than the first floor, probably because the curtains are drawn.

A door on the right was ajar, and it was from inside that the sound came.

"Why have you been here for so long...?" The person who could vaguely hear the voice was a man.

Anna didn't know what she said in a low voice, and couldn't hear it clearly, but her attitude was extremely respectful, even a little fearful.

"You said...my medicine...that stupid and dirty Muggle said it didn't work?" the husky male voice said slowly.

Snape frowned silently, the voice made him feel familiar, unpleasantly familiar.And this kind of elongated tone, the way of speaking with a softer and weaker ending... It made him feel a bone-chilling coldness and fear in his bones.

The wizard stopped the two boys who wanted to move forward, dragged them behind, and stood by the door carefully looking at the situation inside.

The room is cool and dark, facing the door is an unlit fireplace, opposite the fireplace is a sofa armchair with its back facing them, visually a person is sitting on that high-backed armchair, with a long length stretched across the floor Black gown.

Apparently a wizard's robe.

"My omnipotent master, my king. It's all that Muggle's nonsense, and I don't really believe it."

The woman named Anna knelt on the ground and kissed the corner of her robe. The hood slid down because of her excessive movement, revealing a beautiful and young side face.

Snape swore that even if Lucius stood here, he wouldn't criticize the appearance of this woman named Anna too much, she was very beautiful and perfect.

If I had to talk about a shortcoming, it would be too pale, pale without blood.

However, Snape didn't appreciate it at all, he frowned and stared at the armchair.

At this time, the woman turned her head slightly, and the three of them saw her in full view.Cyril, who poked his head out, was thankful that the dean used the silencing spell, because he couldn't hold back his breath.

Anna has scarlet eyes.There is a purple shadow under the eyes, which looks like it has not rested for a long time.

This woman is a dark creature without a soul, or in layman's terms - a vampire.

The initial guess was confirmed.But now everyone wants to know who is sitting.

The person who was sitting asked again, "Where's my pet?"

"My master, she is upstairs, do you need me to call her down?"

"Not for the time being, prepare some food for her. By the way, the old concierge who lives at the door has become more and more confused recently. The day before, he came into the old house twice in the middle of the night. It was annoying... "

The man complained softly as if casually chatting with an old friend.

Anna immediately leaned forward excitedly, her eyes glowed red, and she said excitedly with the growl of a beast in her voice, "Do you need me...?"

"Not yet, my dear servant. He has other uses...I need to drink some medicine now, go and get a bottle from the cabinet for me." The wizard sitting on the chair coughed, as if he was not feeling well. so comfortable.

Then, a pale and thin hand stretched out from the wide cuff of the wizard's robe, with a black unknown gemstone ring [Note] on the finger, with a light wave, a wooden cabinet on the side of the room opened instantly .

Anna appeared in front of the cabinet almost immediately, and took out a bottle of silver potion.

Snape narrowed his eyes, the potion bottle looked familiar, he had definitely seen it before!

Holding the precious potion in both hands, Anna knelt down in front of her master again, and handed the bottle up eagerly.

Then there was the sound of opening a medicine bottle and sipping.

After a long while, the man on the chair let out a satisfied sigh, and then wiped out the remaining empty medicine bottle.

"How many bottles are left?"

"3 bottles, my master."

"It seems that I have to contact my old friend again and give me some." The man said quietly, and from the back, he could vaguely see the movement of him stroking the ring in his hand.

Anna said nothing in a timely manner, as if she didn't hear, she lowered her head.

"By the way, master. This..." Anna remembered the "prey" at her feet, and hurriedly asked.

"Keep it first, let her live for a while. Tonight is the new moon, and I want to finish my plan at 12 o'clock tonight. She is a spare, so keep it first. If the old guard is useful, I will take it She will reward you." The voice of the man on the chair became lower and lower, but his tone made people shudder.

"Then I'll tie her up on the first floor first. Rest well, and call me directly if you need... Your faithful servant will answer your call at any time!" The silver-haired woman replied earnestly.

Anna said and picked up the girl on the ground, and walked to the door in a few steps.Snape quickly led the three of them to hide aside.

If he is not invisible now, then he must be able to see his pale face, the corner of his mouth that was accidentally bitten and bleeding, and his trembling fingertips.

The three of them watched in silence as Anna threw the unconscious girl into the broom room on the first floor, and then the woman went back upstairs.

Without any explanation, Snape returned the same way with the two teenagers.

Sherlock was very quiet along the way. The grey-blue-eyed Muggle boy kept pursing his lips, obviously thinking about some profound question, but he was obedient and obedient all the way; Cyril was full of questions, but he could feel the pain of the people around him. It was abnormal, so he followed Dean Snape closely without saying a word.

The rain has completely stopped, and the inside of the grove looks a little muddy.

The three of them walked dully all the way until they came out of the grove and came to the westernmost edge of the village. A wooden signpost on the roadside showed that it was 4 miles away from Great Hangleton.

"Where are we going now?" Cyril hesitated for a long time, and finally picked a less sharp question and asked softly.

Snape stood still, turned around suddenly and lifted the invisibility spell, grabbing the young man beside him.

"Cyril, I have to get you out of here now, to be with your Muggle friends."

Cyril was taken aback.

"Who is that? That man." Sherlock asked suddenly.

"It's not your business. Now you need to get out of here immediately." Snape pursed his lips, his face was indifferent, and he refused to reveal a word.

At this moment, Cyril stepped forward, pulled the clenched fist of the dean, and involuntarily opened the pale fingers covered with blue blood vessels one by one. A bloodstain was poked out.

The boy put his palm on the scarred palm, clasped his fingers tightly with the wizard, his gray-green eyes stared straight into the black, empty eyes.

Ah, is the dean using Occlumency to block out emotions?

What kind of person can make him lose his composure and be so frightened?

Cyril blinked slightly, and then made a judgment in her heart.

"Let's contact Principal Dumbledore..." the boy heard himself say this, with a soft and calm tone.

Standing aside, Sherlock looked back at the Riddle Mansion not far away, then turned around to look at the black-haired man who was out of control, and finally glanced at Cyril, who was full of eyes on his "partner", and challenged He raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Snape was like a stone statue, motionless and silent, just being pulled by Cyril, his empty eyes slowly rippled, his black straight and short eyelashes moving his upper and lower jaws.

With the movement of his right hand in Snape's palm, Cyril took out a dozen of communication papers that his grandfather had given him before from his Qiankun bag with one hand, and pulled out one.

This is a dozen of updated newsletter papers that my grandfather and the others gave me before returning to China during the holidays, and they can pass oral messages.

Grandpa Lin said that his inspiration came from the roaring letter that Lao Deng received when he had afternoon tea with his old partner Lao Deng.

"My eldest grandson, you don't know, that letter is terrible. That woman is just an old Deng who didn't participate in the Ministry of Magic's sub-committee, which caused your fat minister's family to dominate the trivial matter. 8 times." - Grandpa said with lingering fear when he handed over the communication slip.

Then I repeatedly assured my grandson that this is the mild version.

Cyril said softly to the piece of paper: "Headmaster Dumbledore personally said: I am in Little Hangleton with Headmaster Snape. The specific address is attached. Here we encountered some troubles, doubts and That person is related, and there seems to be a blood clan helper.

Ask for immediate help, preferably with more people.

Thank you very much.

Cyril. "

The piece of paper disappeared between the boy's fingers in an instant.Only then did Snape move.

The wizard pulled out his hand, frowned, and looked directly at the boy who had reached his shoulder.

"Since you have guessed who he is, you shouldn't get involved."

Cyril put his hand lightly on Snape's left arm, and said softly but firmly, "Severus, you don't have that... mark, we are no different now. Please don't exclude me. Where are you?" , where I am."

Snape stared at the little green-eyed monster in rapt attention. He didn't speak or move. His obsidian eyes flashed various complex lights in an instant, seeming forbearance, relief and pride.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

At this moment, Sherlock on the side finally couldn't bear it any longer, leaned against a tree and asked, "So, who is in the room? What kind of species is that woman?"

Snape glanced at Cyril and nodded cautiously.Cyril turned back and explained to Sherlock as simply as possible: "We have a terrible villain there... that man may be him or a part of him... that woman, if I'm not mistaken, is his vampire servant."

Sherlock frowned, obviously the amount of information was a bit large.For a while, he couldn't decide whether to ask the vampire whether to suck human blood or not;

Cyril seemed to understand Sherlock's doubts and said lightly: "Actually, we are wizards. So is that person. He obtained immortality in a certain sense through some methods...that is, he divided himself into several parts. We suspect that It's a part of him, although I haven't seen his whole picture, and I haven't been sure which part it is... But, Severus... is familiar with him. So to a certain extent, it can be sure that there is no mistake. He The existence is no less than that of Muggles (sorry it’s you) the German leader of World War II, very powerful and terrifying. We may have some difficulties in dealing with him, so we asked for help from foreign aid. As for the female vampire, I’m sorry I haven’t contacted them, and Not sure, so for now we'll just have to wait."

Sherlock wanted to interrupt several times, but there were too many slots, and it was difficult for him to express his growing doubts.

The young "practice detective" opened and closed his mouth, went back and forth several times, and finally closed it tightly as if giving up.

Cyril continued: "Sherlock, you also saw that they all have terrible powers. You shouldn't get involved. It's unfair to you, and it's dangerous. Let's get you to a safe place first, shall we?" "

After finishing speaking, Cyril looked at his little friend worriedly. He was sure that Sherlock would not alienate him because of his identity, but he was not sure to persuade Sherlock to stay away from this place of right and wrong.

Sure enough, in the next second, Sherlock seemed to have finally found his own voice and said softly: "But people in this village have been missing since last year, and those people are the same as me. So, I can't leave until the bad guys are punished. I may... ...can't be of much help, but justice should always be seen, right?"

Sherlock was obviously very unhappy when he said "can't help much", and even made a little face, but finally laughed to himself.

The unsmiling and vicious "intern detective" rarely smiles, but unexpectedly makes people feel very healed. At this moment, Cyril sees not his former little friend, but a Muggle detective who is bravely speaking out for justice.It was as if he could already see a tall detective wearing a windbreaker and a hat walking through the streets of England many years later, bringing the bad guys to justice and bringing the truth and justice to the world.

Snape glanced at the time, it was already 6 o'clock in the evening, and finally found a place under a big tree that was fairly clean, randomly conjured up a place where he could rest, arranged everything, marked it, and waited quietly for Dumbledore's call arrival.

Cyril took out a few pieces of snacks, and none of the three refused and swallowed them whole.

Because they know that waiting in front of them is a tough battle.