Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The three of them sat there, watching the gradually darkening sky, each with their own thoughts.

The ground is moist after the rain, mixed with the smell of earth and unknown herbs, unexpectedly fresh, and runs counter to the feeling of this small village with heavy flavors.

Snape kept recalling that familiar voice and the medicine bottle that looked so familiar, but the latter was more confusing than the former.Snape was sure that the tone of his speech belonged to his former master. Whether it was the blind worship in his youth, or the double-faced agent who struggled for a short time later, he was required to pay attention to every subtle movement and tone of this person. Knows well.

Only in this way can we provide more powerful information to the Order of the Phoenix and save Lily and his own life.

But strangely, the man's tone was familiar, but his voice was not.

And he always felt that he had heard this voice somewhere.

Either here or there.Of course, it might make more sense over there, after all, over there are all loyal followers of that person.But, who could it be...?As far as he knew, those with a little bit of ability, the dead, the disabled, and a few more powerful ones were all thrown into Azkaban.

……

Cyril's thinking is very simple, there is only one sentence in his mind, which is to keep a close eye on the man beside him, and resolutely prevent him from doing anything stupid.

He knows Dean Snape too well. If it wasn't because of him and Sherlock by his side today, he would definitely hide here, find out, and maybe even stay and do some very un-Slytherin actions. impossible……

Sherlock, who was sitting on the farthest side, couldn't swallow the strange snack in his hand.

After an hour of urgent reshaping of her inner worldview, she reluctantly accepted that she lived in a world where supernatural forces might exist.His current brain is like an overloaded computer, with more than a little lag still smoking.

Therefore, it is difficult to think of a good way to solve the current predicament for a while.

The detective, who usually thought at 8 times per second, didn't know how he could rescue that human compatriot from the Riddle Mansion.

A day ago, Sherlock saw a newspaper, which was a report about missing persons.The writers who wrote the story suspected beasts or human traffickers in the area.Because in the past six months, in the area between Little Hangleton and Great Hangleton, there are 12 people missing, including men and women, a lone traveler and a family of three.The most amazing thing is that so far no police have said they will be responsible for a thorough investigation of this matter.

Even this story was thrown into a small corner, not even as big as a shampoo ad.

The detective boy is about to graduate from Oxford, and his brother Mycroft hopes that he can go to a graduate school or a low-key school to be a graduate student or something.

Because Mycroft's original words were: "You are not suitable for communicating with people, Sherlock. Go communicate with the laboratory, so as to minimize the damage."

Of course he wouldn't listen to his brother.It's not his style either.

In fact, he himself had considered the future carefully, and he finally chose to be a detective.

And secretly determined that he should not be a resident detective or detective of the police station, but a free "private detective consultant".

Freedom and investigation are not delayed, is there a career that perfectly suits his wishes?

Of course not!

Although this profession is his own creation.

Sherlock knew very early on that he might be more willing to study the dead than to study the living, or to be more precise, it is interesting to study human behavior without dealing with people.

Before coming here, he had been in Barts Hospital recently.Two years ago, he met a little old man who was in charge of the mortuary. The little old man also brought a female apprentice—a girl who was still studying. He spent there happily, observing death and enjoying his own experiments.

His brother Mycroft knew all about his behavior but didn't stop him, just like he knew full well that his brother knew everything about him and didn't want to expose it.

But one thing he was sure of.

He was sure that his elder brother didn't know that he was here for the time being, because he just stole his elder brother's pass this morning.The train ticket purchased by another identity in the information database is used to arrive at the city.

You must know that it is not easy to come here. There is only one train every day, and taxis do not pick up the remaining half of the road. You need to find a black car, even if you take a black car, you still need to walk for half an hour on the mountain road.

It's really outrageously closed here!

As for now... Mycroft probably knew he was here by now.

At this time, another question popped up: Does this man, who has already advanced to the official position—his brother, know about supernatural abilities?

The answer has automatically appeared in the mind of the young detective.

Should be aware of it!

That's why strict traffic control is implemented here, so it is so difficult to reach.Just don't know how that hapless "prey girl" got here.

He even speculated that it was because of the knowledge of their superiors that they deliberately "ignored" this small village. Obviously, everyone is waiting for the arrival of "people" who can really handle this place...

No, "someone who can handle it" is here.

……

Suddenly a large silver bird flew across the dark sky.

The big bird circled around and appeared in front of the three of them in an instant. Snape stood up first.

"Here they come," said the wizard in a low voice.

In the next second, three people appeared out of thin air.Headmaster Dumbledore was at the head, followed by Alastor Moody, director of the Auror Department with a ghostly face, and a tall dark-skinned man whom he had never seen before.

Dumbledore changed his previous bright-colored robe and wore a dark gray wizard robe, matching his stern expression with an air of calm and prestige.

Moody glanced back and forth with his magic eyes, first staring at Snape for a few seconds, then turning to Cyril's face, Cyril felt that he was being glanced by in a hurry, the next second Moody pointed at Xia Locke asked gruffly, "Muggle? How can you bring the Muggle?!"

Cyril quickly stood up and explained that Sherlock was the first to discover the problem here, and his brother is a Muggle official who is cooperating with wizards and has a certain right to know.

Moody looked very anxious and dissatisfied that there might be two minors on the scene, his magic eyes rolled away, and his scarred face looked even more terrifying.

"Alastor, let's understand the situation first." Principal Dumbledore stopped the old Auror's next words.

"Severus, the situation is urgent. I have brought two capable assistants, Alastor and Kingsley, I hope there will be enough. You can tell us about the specific situation!" Albus said calmly to his school said the head of Slytherin.

Snape nodded briefly, and said, "It's a coincidence that we came here, and Cyril's Niffler wanted something here. So we came along the road, and then found that there is something weird about this small village, and the Muggles here There is the water of life and death, and the villagers will detain and sacrifice outsiders who pass by here to a female vampire. That person is behind the female vampire. I can't get it wrong, but the sound is not the same, so I doubt it is that thing... …the priority now is that they have caught a Muggle girl, there seems to be something planned at 12 midnight, and an old porter at the door is in danger."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and pondered, and the last question he asked was: "So have you found what you want?"

"..." Everyone fell into silence for a while, and the dark-skinned Kingsley, who had always had a weak sense of presence, seemed to be choked, and coughed hard twice.

"Oops!!! Zhaocai is gone!" Cyril suddenly exclaimed!

The boy couldn't control the volume, and the big men present trembled in fright.

Cyril pulled Kong Laola's backpack to the front of him. There was a big opening on the side of the backpack. Probably because of the dim light, it could only be found by looking carefully.

"Can't you feel the weight when it runs away?" Sherlock was stunned.

"This is the Starry weight-reducing backpack my grandfather gave me. The weight within 50KG can be ignored..." Cyril replied with despair.

"Oh." Sherlock replied numbly. Wizards and such are really unscientific.

"It seems that whether it's saving people or saving your magical little friend, we have to set off quickly." Dumbledore clapped his hands.

"Severus, I would like to trouble you to provide a map of that Muggle house. Let's arrange it carefully. And that female vampire...Albus?" the dark-skinned young Auror said calmly.

"Ah, this is indeed a troublesome matter. It stands to reason that we cannot kill a vampire at will. This does not meet the requirements and regulations, especially since she did not harm the wizard." Principal Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache.

"In fact, she almost got hurt. If Sherlock hadn't found out early, we would be tied up with that girl." Cyril said.

"That's right, I'll see if I can try to contact Italy. By the way, your grandma Vera sent me a letter today, saying that Mr. Black has awakened and is recovering. So I think , it should be more convenient to contact the clansmen of the blood clan now."

The white-bearded old wizard nodded thoughtfully, and when he mentioned Regulus, his tone became cheerful again, and he stretched out his hand to Cyril.

"What?" Cyril looked blankly at the wrinkled and thin palm in front of him.

"Give me some of your communication paper for sending messages! I think it's very useful, and I will use up the ones that Lao Lin gave me." The old man blinked as he said.

"..."

Cyril looked at half of the communication papers that had been distributed, and secretly swore that when the matter was settled, he would go back and write letters to his grandfather, and then send two dozen more.His own old partner Yan Guo plucked his hair or something, it simply didn't fit the style of the headmaster of a thousand-year-old school!

Grandma Vera quickly replied, saying that she had tried to contact Italy.The other party also gave a reply, saying that they would send someone to arrive as soon as possible.

It stands to reason that vampires cannibalize human blood, which is normal for this race.But they also have their "golden rules and iron rules" - they cannot be known by human beings, and all offenders will be sentenced to death.

This is as reclusive as a wizard, but much stricter than a wizard.

Obviously, the identity of the vampire named Anna was known to the whole village, and the Volturi could not ignore it.

"Then let's rescue the two Muggles first, and find your Nixie by the way. Alastor, Kingsley, you are responsible for rescuing the Muggles and holding that Anna if necessary. Severus and I will solve the problem." The mysterious man on the second floor. Please pay attention to your safety, because the female vampire is very strong. They have strengthened every function of the body. Once they come into direct contact with her, the damage will be immeasurable. And according to Vera's letter, they The action speed of the blood race is very fast, and the five senses are also very sharp."

Kingsley and Moody nodded with solemn expressions.

"If we're lucky, those blood law enforcement officers will arrive soon, so we may not confront that troublesome lady head-on. Our main purpose is to save people and catch wizards." The old headmaster continued to say calmly .

"This is a three-dimensional map of the house." Snape used the map spell he had shown once before, and the entire Riddle Mansion appeared three-dimensionally in front of everyone.

"There is an underground passage here, which leads from a small forest to the basement. The target person is on the second floor. The vampire lady is not sure yet. That person has a pet. If I'm not mistaken, it's a big snake..." Speaking of this Snape's face turned even worse when the snake came, and he seemed to be holding back fear and nausea.

"If you see that snake, please kill it. It has done no less evil under that man than a notorious Death Eater. The Muggle girl is on the first floor, here." Snape pointed to a very The small room continued.

"I suggest, rescue the old man at the porter first." Finally, Snape pointed to a separate small house not far from the garden with his wand.

The remaining three people nodded along.

"Since vampires have a keen sense of smell, we'd better cast the spell to block the breath first." Snape added cautiously.

"This is one for everyone, an instant alarm location device." Kingsley gave everyone a button like a Muggle car key.

"Then what about us? The principal? The dean?" Seeing that the tasks were not assigned to him, and even the "car keys" were not assigned to him, Xi Ruier finally couldn't stand.

"You are still children, I will send you to a safe place in a while." Headmaster Dumbledore replied gently.

"Principal, I want to stay here." Cyril said quickly.

"This is not a child's play house, this little gentleman." Moody rebuked, panting heavily.

"I am sure of my safety, gentlemen. If it is not possible, I am willing to become a fox and fight with the dean."

Dumbledore put his hand on Cyril's shoulder, looked at him softly but firmly, and said, "Syril, but your partner needs your protection."

Cyril glanced at Sherlock who was out of the situation, and then at the dean who had been silent all this time.

Finally nodded.

"You have a very important task to help us pay attention to the situation outside. I suspect that this village has been taken over by them. I hope you will help take care of the two Muggles who are rescued in a while until we withdraw from the battle. If... we If you don’t come out, just go straight, take this, you know how to use it.”

Cyril looked at the exquisite snuff bottle that Dumbledore stuffed into his hand, and nodded.

"I hope we can use this Portkey to leave together." Cyril heard himself say so.

"I also hope that I actually have a reading club tonight, and I don't want to miss it."

Dumbledore smiled, blinked, and made a playful swearing gesture.This old man can always keep happy, and everything seems to be nothing with him. This is probably the strength of the backbone and leader!

"Be safe." Snape said softly as he passed by Cyril's side.

Cyril grabbed the wizard's cuff.Snape was only wearing a shirt and a vest, and the suit jacket had already been put into the space bag by himself.

Snape looked at his cuff being grabbed, and didn't make a sound, and didn't break free.

"If you don't come out, I won't go." The boy said to him.

Snape bowed his head silently.

This feeling is very subtle to the black-haired wizard. For so many years, no matter whether he went to the battlefield, attended any gathering, or was summoned by that person... he was always alone.

He left alone and came back alone. No one has ever said a word similar to "waiting for you" to him.

This feeling is like a person walking alone on a long road, without knowing the direction before and the way back.

Suddenly one day, a person appeared and said to him: "You go first, I will wait for you to go home."

Principal Dumbledore acted as if he didn't hear it, and concentrated on setting up the strongest protection range for the two underage (one of whom is about to become an adult) teenagers, similar to an enchantment.

Cyril stuffed two talisman papers into Snape's hands, which were different from the "children's cards" that Wu Sa gave him for playing games. unuseful.

"This is a lightning talisman, which can attract lightning, just like how the principal's office dealt with the crown. This one is escape... It's a pair, and the other one is here. As the name suggests, I can find you, and you can too It immediately appeared by my side. The method of use is to crush it vigorously." Cyril said in a low voice.

Snape nodded hastily, stuffing the talisman into his pocket.Follow the three people in front and walk towards the woods.

……

Here Snape led three other people into the previous tree hole, probably because the villagers knew very well that the people living in the Riddle Mansion were dangerous, and they didn't meet anyone near the woods at this time.

The advance this time was much smoother than bringing two people without magic (one underage cannot use it, and the other has no magic power at all). All four of them have rich combat experience, and they each cast a full set of protection spells on themselves on the way Plus a series of shielding enchantments.

The four of them entered the abandoned house that Snape had just left two hours ago, like a cloud of air that had almost no sense of existence.

This place is still as bleak and desolate as when we left, because the sky is dark, and the originally slightly bright layer has become eerie.

The four of them separated immediately, Snape and Dumbledore went directly to the second floor, and Kingsley went to the front yard to look for the old porter.Moody went to the broom closet.

"That woman should be on the second floor, directly opposite her master's room." Snape whispered to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded and pointed to the door on the right.

"Try not to disturb her, let the blood race solve the matter of the blood race."

Snape nodded, wand raised.

The two were deploying in a low voice, and were caught off guard when a murderous voice came from the half-open door on the right: "AvadaKeda1vra!"

An ominous green light shot out from the room on the right, directly illuminating the entire corridor.