Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The class bell rang, and the proud cat instantly stretched out and transformed into a familiar witch——Professor McGonagall with her hair pulled up high.

All the students in the class looked pale, especially the Gryffindor girls who wanted to come up to watch the cat, they looked like they were about to cry.

"Attend class."

Professor McGonagall held his wand, adjusted his glasses, and spoke nervously.

Her serious eyes looked around at the students in the class, and she lingered on the mixed-race boy for an extra second.

"Transfiguration is very interesting, complicated and dangerous. If you follow my instructions in class and practice carefully after class, you will gain a lot. But if you mess up in my class, then I will definitely ban you forever. Please get out of my class, no kidding."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and suddenly chanted a tongue-twisting spell at the desks of Cyril and John, and the desk in front of her instantly turned into a pig.

The two boys were very in harmony with each other, and both rushed forward to save the ink bottle on the pig's back.

Seeing the distressed appearance of the two boys, the serious witch revealed a smile from the corner of her eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

In less than a minute, the pig was turned back into a desk.

During recess, the Slytherin boys walked down the corridor leading to the Great Hall.

"Seriously, Cyril, how did you get the matchsticks so big."

John looked in awe at the giant metal matches tucked under his roommate's arm.

"I didn't know that word was 'needle'." The mixed-race boy's tone was full of despair.

"Then what do you think it is?"

"I looked at the picture on the blackboard and thought it was a stick..." God knows it was just a golden hoop that suddenly flashed in his mind at that time... When he came back to his senses, half the class, including the teacher, had looked at it, because the match was still there It is growing infinitely and shining brightly.

Then Professor McGonagall let the poor boy take away her lesson props for the first time, and dryly reminded him to practice hard after class.

At the corner of the corridor, a black figure turned silently and faced the boys.

"Sh, Professor Nape." John stood at attention nervously and said hello.

"Professor Snape, good afternoon." Cyril followed suit with a listless greeting.

The man with black hair and black eyes nodded briefly, swept his eyes over White and the boy beside him, finally set his eyes on the stick in the black-haired boy's hand, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Cyril followed the other party's gaze and glanced at the "golden cudgel" in his hand, feeling so embarrassed that he died.He deliberately hid it behind his back, but the "Golden Cudgel" was thicker than his forearm, so it was really hard to hide it.

"I thought you went to transfiguration class." Snape said softly.

"Yes, Professor." Cyril replied as calmly as possible.

"Professor McGonagall's first lesson is that matches turn into needles." Snape used a declarative sentence.

"Yes..." The boy's face flushed red, and his fair cheeks turned into little tomatoes.

Professor Snape stared at the boy in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked sideways.

There is a faint sound in the air:

"Impressive."

Compared with the thrilling Transfiguration class in the morning, the history of magic in the afternoon seemed lackluster.

Professor Bincy in ghost state obviously didn't care whether the little snakes, little lions, little badgers or little eagles in the audience were awake or not, and talked about Chapter 1 of the textbook with the same tone and speed.

At first, Cyril excitedly took out the dictionary and planned to read it all by himself first, but he finally couldn't help but fell asleep when he read the first line of the second natural paragraph, and his dear roommate John, the brown-haired boy, also fell asleep Lost consciousness when Professor Bincy introduced the catalog.

So Gene, who was preparing to have dinner in the auditorium, saw two juniors walking from a distance with sleep marks on their faces.

"Boys, have you slept all afternoon?"

"Probably," John muttered, brushing his messy brown hair.

Cyril nodded casually and sat down, throwing his schoolbag aside, he didn't seem to wake up, he didn't want to speak at all, especially if he had to speak English.

Putting Ping An on the table, he took out a piece of Xuanshu flower petal brought from China from the space bag, and let it chew on the table slowly.

After dealing with several groups of classmates who came to inquire about the Pingan race, and struggling to explain what Pixiu and Ao are, Cyril finally found that Wendy was not on the table.

"Gene, where's Wendy?"

"Oh, she has an astronomy and divination interest group at night, and has already packed a sandwich to prepare."

After Gene explained, he was surprised to see Cyril nodded with a confused face.Reaching out to ruffle the boy's black hair, Gene didn't explain any more.

"Learn English well, boy, it feels like you have a hard time surviving."

"Jin, we're going to play at the Quidditch training ground tonight, will you come?" A dark-skinned tall boy at the other end of the long table asked loudly.

"Okay, go back tonight and change clothes, see you at Quidditch! How about it, do you want to go?" The latter sentence was said to the two elementary school students opposite.

"Okay!" John cheered up and readily agreed.

"Sorry, Gene. I'm going to the dean tonight...to learn English..." Cyril felt gloomy.He still remembered that the dean praised him for being impressive at noon...a little sad.

"Oh, that's really... Come on!" The black-haired senior squeezed the boy's shoulders fiercely, giving silent encouragement.

After dinner, there is still some time before 7:30.Cyril went back to the dormitory first, and took the parchment, quill and Transfiguration textbook.

After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the brand new potions textbook and dictionary, so let's preview it in advance.

Standing in front of Medusa, Cyril looked at the watch on his wrist, 7:25.

"Honey, you have been standing for 3 minutes, do you want to go in?" The beauty in the portrait stroked her hair.

"Uh...it's not time yet."

"Have you forgotten your password?"

"how come?!"

"Oh? I don't believe it, you must have forgotten the password." Medusa looked confident.

"No!"

"It's empty talk."

"Merlin, I... almost wrote Gilly... weed on my face!" Cyril broke down in his heart, why did he bicker with a portrait, and still use English that is not very smooth!

"The password is correct." Medusa suddenly regained her serious face, and the doorknob moved slightly, opening a crack.

"..."

The castle routine is deep, and I want to go back to the countryside.

Xi Ruier could only bite the bullet and knock on the door symbolically, and opened the door.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

"Good evening, McLean. You sit there."

Snape was wearing only a black stand-up collar shirt and sat behind the large desk. He was burying himself in correcting a large dozen of parchments on the desk. Without raising his head, he pointed to the wall. A small wooden table and a chair, the same style as the classroom.

Cyril obediently took out the textbook and began to review today's Transfiguration.

The only sound left in the office was the sound of Snape scratching the paper with the quill and turning the pages.

Metamorphology textbooks are actually not that complicated, but some words, especially some nouns, Cyril was always uncertain, and ticked out a few words that could not guess the meaning at all. wizard.

Snape rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing half of his pale forearm. Correcting and writing made his muscles tense from time to time, making him look not thin, but full of strength.

Maybe it was because the words on the parchment were not satisfactory, he frowned tightly, his temples and half of his neck were slightly stretched with blue veins, his thin lips were tightly pursed, looking very unhappy.

Silently lowering his head and opening the dictionary, Cyril felt that it would be better not to disturb the professor for the time being.

Fortunately, those few words in the Transfiguration book are in the dictionary, which are the description of some gestures and the analysis of the magic power trend.

With a small note in Chinese next to it, Cyril tried to cast a spell on the match in front of him.Matches was from Gene to help restore, though mercilessly mocked for an entire dinner.

"Raise your arms up, your S pronunciation is wrong, clench your teeth."

Snape didn't know when he left the desk, a low, silky voice sounded behind his ears, and a stick raised his elbow - it was a shiny black wand, obviously Snape's.

"Pause here, here is a continuous pronunciation." The wizard wrote the spell in the air with his wand, and then pointed out a pause and another legato, and drew a special symbol in case he would not understand.

Cyril tried his best to ignore the "bombing" of the wizard's magnetic voice behind him, and focused on the golden spell shining in the air, followed the guidance and tried again with the match in front of him, feeling a faint power transmitted from his arm , The matches in front of him showed a gratifying change, and one of them became sharper.

"Well, try again. Focus."

Cyril beamed with joy, calmed down, and tried again.

This time it can already be recognized as a needle, which is very good.

Looking at the "needle" in front of him, something suddenly appeared in Xi Ruier's mind:

If Snape wasn't a teacher, he could still be a voiceover.The deep, magnetic sound is simply irresistible.