Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape mercilessly threw a "blazing fire" at her again.

The vampire showed its true nature, stepped back ten meters away, lowered its body, bared its teeth, and let out a beast-like growl.

"Your master is dead. Anna, you vampires shouldn't get involved in the matter of our wizards." Dumbledore suddenly appeared with his wand raised.

Anna closed her teeth when she heard this, and stood up again.

Silver hair fluttered in the wind, and mud was still stuck to the long white dress.

Anna stared straight at Dumbledore who suddenly appeared with red eyes, suspicion and confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Don't you believe me?" Dumbledore still asked calmly.

Anna didn't make a sound, but she obviously didn't believe that her "omnipotent master" was easily killed by someone.

"Ah, it seems that I have to ask a little helper to prove it. Your name is... ZHAOCAI, can you please show her your spoils?"

Zhaocai carefully poked out his small black head from the hidden pocket on Dumbledore's chest, and a bunch of white hair with family characteristics on the back of his neck was very obvious.

The appearance of poking his head out of someone else's arms followed his master.Snape groaned inwardly.

After confirming that Cyril looked fine, he relaxed and returned to his rationality and calmness.

The wizard automatically forgot that he was circling in the woods like a headless fly just now, and he completely forgot the "unlucky comrade" and "snake fighter" Kingsley who was left behind by him.

Zhaocai may have understood the wizard's words, and hugged his stomach with a look of reluctance.

Cyril said helplessly on the farthest side: "Zhaocai... Did you take something you shouldn't have?"

Zhao Cai was obviously very wronged.

But in Xixiu's eyes, Cyril is its "family" or exists like a "parent".Sniff subconsciously is still willing to listen to "family members".

The little black claws dig and dig, and from the innermost part, a gold ring inlaid with special black geometric gemstones is found.

Anna saw it.Although it was only a quick glance, it was taken back by Zhaocai and "stingy".

The vampire's five senses are obviously "God's favorite", and he quickly recognized that the ring belonged to the owner with just one glance. The female vampire burst into a shrill scream in an instant.

Now it seems that Dumbledore belongs to a certain aspect of Gryffindor, which makes his attempt to persuade vampires come to nothing.

Obviously, the fact that her "master" was killed completely angered the female vampire.

"No!!! What did you do! You killed him!!!" The female vampire's expression became hideous to the naked eye.

Anna's silver-haired dress looked like an angel when she was calm, but at this moment she looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Ahhhh-!!"

"Albus, the Fire Curse!" Snape reminded.

The female vampire jumped up and shot at Dumbledore suddenly. Dumbledore forced her back with a flame curse. The female vampire jumped onto the top of the banyan tree in two steps. Although she was afraid of the flames, she was still waiting for an opportunity.

"Where's my Emily!! Emily! Come out and tell me how he is now!"

The puppet itself was walking in this direction, and it was already very close to the open space under the banyan tree.

From a distance in the tree hole came the girl's sweet and ethereal humming, and the familiar "pat, clap" footsteps.

Just like Snape and Dumbledore singing "Anna Has a Little Apple" in the corridor of the Riddle Mansion just now, this time the voice was louder and the rhythm was more jumpy.

"Anna's master is gone, gone, gone~

Where did Anna's master go, where did she go, where did she go~

Anna lost her master, Anna did not cry, did not cry.

"

The singing came from far to near, accompanied by the darkened night and the hoarse cries of unknown birds in the woods, Cyril felt that he had crossed into a Muggle ghost movie.

It's terrible, when did the action movie-"Life and Death Rescue" become a thriller-"Midnight Vampire Song"!

Moody, who had been very vigilant, couldn't bear it first, and roared roughly: "What! Come out, don't be sneaky! What a bad song is singing in the woods in the middle of the night!"

Then everyone watched helplessly as a miniature Anna-like doll walked out of the tree hole with its mouth opening and closing with mechanical steps.

Cyril stuck out half of his head from Moody's back, glanced at it from a distance, and retracted his head again.

"puppet?"

"What?" Moody asked angrily, turning his prosthetic eye almost 180 degrees horizontally, turning it into his head and "watching" the boy behind him through his own head.

"This is the puppet of that vampire woman. She can be manipulated remotely." Cyril simply explained.

"Would burning that golem hurt the vampire?" Snape asked quickly.

Anna was on the tree, apparently heard everyone's words clearly, and her face became even more terrifying.

At this moment, it seems that the angry female vampire is very much planning to fight a group of herself - a fight to the death, and the fish and the net will be broken.

"Yes... But it also depends on the distance between her and her puppet. If it's just an ordinary puppet, then it's fine. If it's a puppet connected to life, it will be fatal." Cyril replied calmly.

Grandpa—"Mr. Lin from Jiangnan" used to have a puppet brother when he was young.

Back then, in a long-planned battle, someone with a heart destroyed the puppet doll that was connected to the puppet's second child's own life, causing him to be backlashed and fell into a deep sleep for many years.

The most important thing is that the puppet second child didn't need to participate in that fight at all, it was pure brotherly loyalty, but the foundation was destroyed by gangsters.

Grandfather Lin was very remorseful and blamed himself, and threatened to withdraw from the entire "Jianghu" and wash his hands in the golden basin. Since then, there will be no "Mr. Lin" in Jiangnan.

Since then, Mr. Lin has been painstakingly studying the potions and herbs of the white fox in an attempt to awaken his former good brother.However, the matter of destroying a puppet can be big or small, but the most frightening thing is that there is only one puppet, which was raised by the second child with blood essence, and almost signed a "life and death contract" with the second child.

Many years later, the daughter of Mr. Lin, who has become the master of the medicine hall, grows up. While studying in the capital, she meets Benedict McLean, "Mr. Magic Magic", who can't speak Chinese. After confirming his eyes, he is the destined partner of Baihu. The two quickly fell in love with "the right time, place and people".

McLean, the "Mr. Fantastic Magic", finally awakened the father-in-law's friend with a dose of "Prince's exclusive powerful awakening potion" "cheat" from Snape's junior.

Repaid a "debt" for my father-in-law for many years.

Finally happily married the old man's precious daughter.

All this is something that Cyril only knew about last vacation.When he was a child, he always thought that the "debt" that his father helped his grandfather repay was real money...

Anna moved faster than them, jumped down nimbly when Snape mentioned to deal with the puppet, and then snatched away her doll puppet.

Just as a group of people were in a stalemate with a female vampire, there was a sudden commotion outside the woods.

Villagers held antique kerosene lamps and led dogs to gather outside the woods, yelling as if they were looking for something.

Anna turned her head sharply, looked in the direction, and suddenly muttered: "Oops, little apple!"

Then, the group of people below watched the female vampire, barefoot, jump 100 meters in a few seconds and ran towards the crowd by the woods.

Dumbledore gave Snape a wink, and then said to Moody: "Alastor, let's go and have a look, you look at these three children. Kingsley will come to join you after finishing the snake. "

The two apparated.

……

"Who is Little Apple?" asked Sherlock, who had been standing silently next to the fainted Muggle girl.

"What do you think?" Cyril was actually curious too.

"According to Anna's performance, Little Apple has an unusual relationship with her. I preliminarily judge that it is her child." Sherlock said softly.

"Can vampires have children?" Cyril asked in confusion.

"I don't know, don't you know?" Sherlock looked back innocently with gray-blue eyes.

"...I don't know, but I don't think so. Isn't it all about biting the neck?" Cyril bounced back.

"But one thing can be confirmed, at least on the surface, Little Apple belongs to the old woman who sells vegetables. Based on my judgment of the old woman's age, it is very likely that Anna is her daughter, so Little Apple is her grandson. But all of this is based on the premise that they are human beings, now..."

Sherlock continued on his own, "There is one more detail.

Why does Anna wear Victorian clothes?Homage to the Victorian era?Special aesthetic hobbies?I can't see it all.

It must be one's own habit or other implication.

When she suddenly appeared at the edge of the woods just now, when the robe was torn apart by your spells, I carefully observed the material and workmanship of the clothes inside her.

It was definitely not an ordinary costume in the theater these days, it was a serious Victorian dress.

So, the origin of this long dress made me curious.

My first guess was that the dress was an antique from the village, but that would rule it out in the first place.

According to my judgment of the topography here, this village was definitely not like this in the Victorian period. There were probably only one or two families of herdsmen grazing at the bottom of the valley. Where did the herdsmen get spare money to buy and treasure an expensive skirt?

The workmanship of this long skirt is complicated, and the materials are delicate and delicate. If it is not stored carefully, it will become discolored and moth-eaten.

So by no means an antique.

According to my observations on building materials in the morning before you came here.The Riddle House was probably built within 100 years, let alone the possibility that there were any antiques in that house.

My second guess is to find someone to customize.

Now there are probably no tailors in the UK that can make long skirts of this level.The three most famous are all in London.

Judging by the distance, the other two in Scotland and Wales can be directly ruled out.Still closer to London.

Oh, by the way, one of them, you know, is the Bandy tailor shop near Kensington Palace Gardens that we visited last time.The Bendy family has a good handicraft handed down from their ancestors..." [Guide Chapter 124] Some important details flashed through Cyril's mind, and he couldn't grasp it quickly.

Cyril thought for a while, and finally shook his head giving up.

"So what do you want to say for a long time? Is that female vampire from the Victorian period?" Moody held back for a long time, but couldn't help coming over, talking fiercely, while casting a few protective spells on the surroundings .

"Do you think it is possible for them to go to London to get clothes by themselves? I think vampires don't seem to be able to move freely. Is it as sensitive to light as the legend says? Then her master, the one killed by you, will go to help her get it." Clothes? To London?"

Sherlock paused, did not answer Moody's question, and asked Cyril instead.

"... I think it's a bit difficult... unless the tailor knows their secrets and turns a blind eye to their abnormalities?" Cyril tried hard to keep up with Sherlock's train of thought.

"Or..." Sherlock stopped talking and closed his mouth, but his eyes were shining.

"They still have helpers." Dumbledore's voice suddenly appeared beside them.

Successfully frightened two nagging boys.

"Amazing reasoning ability! Mr. Holmes. See the big from the small, and see the subtleties." Dumbledore clapped his hands, and behind him was the silent Headmaster Snape.

"Principal, Dean, why are you back?" Cyril asked while suppressing his thumping little heart.

"Ah, the blood race is here. Well...they should be here soon, they just ran into a little trouble."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a gust of wind blew through the woods.

Everyone obviously felt the temperature drop.

Quickly, Dumbledore cast a scent-blocking spell on Sherlock and the sleeping Muggle girl.

Cyril just blinked his eyes, and 4 people in black robes appeared one after another, standing in a neat row of "black wall" 10 meters directly opposite them.

Accompanied by the dim moonlight on a new moon night, the dense mist in the woods, and a faint breeze, they are like a group of hell messengers who came from afar.

The two people in the middle seem to be about 1.8 meters tall, and there are two much shorter people standing on each side.They were all wearing hoods, just like they had seen Anna before, only showing a white, pointed chin.

Sherlock poked Cyril's waist, and Cyril almost jumped up at the critical moment of this appearance with its own BGM.

"What are you doing?" the mixed-race boy asked angrily with his eyes wide open.

"Look at their necks." Sherlock also replied angrily. (As if the group of vampires couldn't hear it.)

"……Very white?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head.He lowered his voice and hissed and growled: "Necklace!"

"...Oh...they belong to the Volturi family." Only then did Cyril get the attention of the "intern detective".

"Wo what family? What do you do?"

"The vampire family... seems to be their highest ranking family."

After finishing this sentence, Xi Ruier completely shut his mouth, refusing to say another word.Dean Snape seemed to have glared at him just now.

"Good evening. Merlin's favorites."

One of them took off his hood slowly and greeted softly.

Following his movement, the rest of the people also took off their hoods.The speaker had dark half-length hair, which was neatly combed behind his head; the other vampire man beside him had blond shoulder-length hair, and his chin was half raised, looking awkward; standing on both sides were small men of a man and a woman.They all have exquisite and beautiful faces, outstanding temperament, and most of all, they have scarlet eyes and pale skin.

"Good evening, honorable Elder Volturi. Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour." Dumbledore replied gently.

"Oh! My friend, please don't say that. This is our business, family business. Please call me Luo."

The dark-haired vampire uttered every word softly, but bit each word with precision.He spoke English instead of their Italian, but Cyril swears that the English spoken by the so-called elder is definitely not "Modern Plain English", because there are some grammar and words that he can barely understand, but modern people absolutely Not so used anymore.

As soon as the vampire elder said that, he came to Dumbledore in an instant, and stretched out his hand with an overly friendly expression, as if he wanted to shake hands with the old headmaster.

Headmaster Dumbledore extended his hand generously.Ah Luo's other hand also took advantage of the situation to cover the old principal's hand, and his scarlet eyes looked at the old man in front of him curiously.

Dumbledore looked at him gently with his expression unchanged.

"Just call me Albus, Ro."

The handshake ceremony really lasted for a long time, at least half a minute by visual estimation, but Ah Luo's expression became more and more unnatural, and finally he reluctantly let go of the old man's palm.

"Sure enough, Merlin's favorite is different." The vampire elder muttered to himself and returned to his camp.

"Jane, where's Dmitry?" Arrow asked indifferently as he walked back.

The little female vampire replied coldly: "I'll be right there."

"It's better to deal with it early. I didn't plan to come. I mainly wanted to meet the Hogwarts principal and that person that Regulus always mentioned, and to see... the mysterious magic. "

Ah Luo returned to his original position, turned around, and continued to add: "We share this vast land, and we should have a formal meeting long ago."

"Thank you very much for taking care of Regulus. His recovery and recovery are extremely important to us. The wizarding world thanks you for your selfless and generous help at such a critical juncture." Dumbledore patiently accompanied Arrow to "greeting".

"Ah, we all love him, and it's our honor to have him as a guest and to heal." Aro replied with an aria that was even more exaggerated than platinum nobles.

At this time, there was a "rustling" sound from the woods, and a tall vampire appeared, wearing the same black robe as the other Volturi, holding a white thing that looked like a "person" with both hands.

The big vampire threw the two "people" in his hands on the ground like throwing dough bags, and then turned around to salute the two elders.

The golden half-haired vampire standing in the middle has remained silent.

Seeing him, Cyril, was like seeing a painting of a medieval aristocrat in the British Museum.

Pale, proud and expensive.This is the temperament accumulated over time, and no one can imitate it.

The blond-haired vampire didn't even look at the "person" on the ground, but frowned casually, urging him to speak anxiously: "Ah Luo."

Arrow nodded understandingly, and without looking at the "people" on the ground, he continued to gently explain to Dumbledore: "Actually, we should handle housework by ourselves, so it's not good to bother you. But, I heard that we The sinner almost hurt... your little wizard, so I think it's better to execute it in public to avoid future troubles."

Ah Luo waved his hand slightly after speaking, indicating to start.

"You'd better see if she is another vampire child." The blond vampire said the second sentence of the day to Ah Luo.

"Ah, thank you for your reminder, Caius." Aro raised an eyebrow, stepped forward to hold Anna's hand from the ground, and his scarlet eyes became hollow.

"Interesting...ah, so that's the case...but, no more. Just that one."

Ah Luo let go of Anna's hand, turned around, took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, then threw the handkerchief on the ground without hesitation, and raised his hand to the petite female vampire standing aside. jaw.

"Jane, exercise your abilities, and let your wizard friends understand by the way."

The female vampire named Jane still looks like an underage girl, or in other words, she should have underage before she became a vampire.She has light brown hair that is pulled up high, delicate and beautiful facial features and a tense expression.

At this moment, she hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and walked to Dmitry's side, looking at the "bump" of Anna who was lying on the ground without the ability to resist.

"Eric, remove your ability." Jane said to another little boy with a baby face standing beside Caius.

"Okay, sister." The baby-faced male vampire responded with a smile.

Then Cyril didn't know what kind of ability that Eric had withdrawn, and Anna on the ground slowly sat up exhausted. 【Note 2】Jane's big scarlet eyes calmly looked at the embarrassed female vampire opposite, and her thin lips lifted lightly: "Pain."

"Ah——" Anna curled up into a ball again in an instant, and burst into a heart-piercing scream.

Cyril walked behind Snape and grabbed the Dean's hand.

Snape turned his head slightly, pulled the boy behind him, and held his big hand back instead of breaking free.

The wizard with black hair and black eyes was a little angry. He didn't expect that these vampires would torture their prisoner in front of three minors (one still unconscious)!

"Why a vampire kid?" Jane asked grimly.

"Little Apple, my little Apple..."

As if suddenly reminding the female vampire, she was stuck in the neck and flew to Dmitry's feet in pain, picking up what looked like marble fragments piled on the ground.

Cyril took a sneak peek, and was caught off guard when he saw a little boy's head rolling down from above, his eyes were still open and his eyes were facing each other. But two or three years old.

Cyril instantly tightened the hand that was held backwards, and then wanted to vomit.

A big hand with a familiar smell of medicine covered his eyes.

"Don't look."

There was darkness in front of Cyril's eyes, and the fingers of his big hands were so close together that he could hardly feel a trace of light anymore.

"You treat him as a kid who just entered school?" Moody beside him couldn't stand it any longer, curled his lips and couldn't help complaining.

Snape turned sideways, and just by moving, he smirked at Moody without answering.

Sherlock stood in a corner where he would not be noticed, squinting at the remains of the "Little Apple" on the ground.

So... the "little apple" that everyone has been thinking about is this child?

"Cough, sorry. I want to ask a question." Dumbledore spoke softly, interrupting Jane's torture.

"Oh! My wizard friend, of course you can ask questions." Aro smiled hypocritically, and by the way pressed Caius, who looked impatient and wanted to leave every minute.

"This child...?"

"Ah! You're talking about this vampire child. This is a forbidden item. Whoever touches it will be wiped out. A fire, 'poof', it's gone." Aro's scarlet eyes burst out with a mixture of disgust, bloodthirsty and malice. Earth light, replied in a joking tone.

"I don't understand . . . how much wrong a two-year-old can make."

Moody grunted gruffly.Even though he looks scary and has a bad temper, this Gryffindor Auror is a kind person at heart.

"Once bitten, it is irreversible. It will stay at the age and mind of being bitten forever. It cannot be controlled and tamed. It is very dangerous."

Ah Luo explained gently and sweetly, as if he was not introducing any ferocious species, but telling a sweet and beautiful bedtime story.

"So the villagers of Little Hangleton fed her with blood. They didn't have enough blood, so they used outsiders." Dumbledore pondered for a while, and stated this sentence.

"Yes, no one resists a child who looks like an angel, right? I can't understand the words, but...sometimes humans are so stupid that they think appearance is everything. These stupid humans are willing to bleed and feed this... little A monster. It's really sad... As everyone knows, once the blood supply is not enough, this little monster will bite their own throats in disbelief."

Aro smiled contemptuously.