Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"You mean, this is not a natural vampire child, but a 2-year-old child who was..." Dumbledore opened his eyes slightly.

"What do you know! Little Apple has severe malaria!" Anna hissed and roared as Dmitri strangled her neck and crushed her to the ground, her voice no longer as sweet and ethereal as before.

"So you thought you saved him?" Ah Ro made a look of surprise mixed with innocence.

"Are you just watching him die?!" Anna asked angrily.

"Hmph! Didn't you kill too few people?" Moody asked in a low growl.

"When you decided to make this terrible decision, you had already killed him and yourself by the way. According to the rules set by the Volturi, no one can escape alive." Caius said coldly .

This was probably the longest sentence Elder Caius said. This taciturn blond vampire elder had a more delicate face than Aro, and looked younger, making it impossible to judge his age.

He slowly stretched out his pale but slender hands from under his robe.

Instead of the slender, pitch-black pointed nails in Muggle novels, his nails were round and pearly.Caius gently twirled a leaf that fell on his shoulder, and the dark green leaf disappeared in a flash between his slender fingers.

"No...Little Apple didn't do anything wrong...!" Anna struggled desperately, trying to escape from Dmitry's steel arms.

"Burn." Ah Luo touched his ears with his hands, raised his chin, and said to Eric with a disturbed look.

Eric lit a fire and threw the remains of the vampire child on the ground directly into the fire.

The red flame suddenly burst out one meter high, and the color turned into a cold sky blue. There was a strange smell in the air, it was hard to say what kind of smell it was being ignited.

Cyril's ears were full of beeping sounds.

Anna let out a stern roar, and suddenly launched a crisis, trying her best as if she wanted to do the final rescue.

Dmitry pursed his mouth in disdain, and pulled off one of Anna's arms - as easy and simple as tearing a piece of toast.

Snape never let go of his hand.

He felt Cyril's thick eyelashes lightly sweeping over his palm, and the boy blinked several times when the flames "boomed" higher.

The palm of my hand felt like it was being scratched by a cat, and it was numb and itchy.

"You can continue to ask her why she...does things for that wizard. Of course, I think the wizard friends here must also want to know, although I probably saw some... It's best for her to say it herself, isn't it? ?”

When he said this sentence, Ah Luo's tone became subtle, and his scarlet eyes shone with a strange light.

Excitement flashed across Jane's eyes, and one corner of her mouth curled up, her eyes fixed on the one-armed female vampire on the ground who was dying of pain.

Another burst of malicious torture accompanied by screams.

Cyril judged from the tone of Elder Aruo that these vampires were deliberately torturing the female vampire named Anna.

Ah Luo seems to have some special ability, similar to the wizard's Legilimency, he can see what he wants to see, but he doesn't say it when he sees it.Probably just because this Anna's woman broke their rules in front of "outsiders" and even worked for "outsiders".

Before killing her, he tortured her maliciously. This kind of behavior was not so much for his subordinates, but for the "wizard friends" here.

"Answer the elder's words." Jane, who looked like a little angel, twisted the corners of her mouth and asked urgently.

"Ah-ah...he's different, he's special..." Anna struggled to support the ground with her left arm, grabbing the grass on the ground fiercely.

"Yeah, for a singer who happened to be a short-lived wizard." Arrow shrugged and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't say a word, and stood there with his back straight, his long shadow like an unshakable tree.

"I don't know...but I am willing to follow him forever...his goal is the direction I am going. But you...you killed him!" Anna replied word by word in an extremely sad and angry tone, Finally, red eyes glared at Dumbledore, who was closest to her.

"Ms. Anna. But your singer... he is possessed." Dumbledore looked at the crazy female vampire on the ground with pity, and announced heavily.

"Possession?" Anna raised half of her embarrassed face in surprise, Dmitry's arm was still stuck around her neck.

"That ring, the one on his hand, has black magic and can manipulate people's hearts. I think your singer probably gave his body and soul voluntarily, so the black magic has not been backlashed, but being possessed by the soul, he himself The body is in a state of exhaustion where life functions cease, which is why his body is so poor, and sooner or later he will be exhausted to the last bit of strength. In the end... part of the reason for his death is also from backlash."

Dumbledore explained vaguely, eyes full of pity and regret.

"No... I don't know. I found him in an abandoned house on the edge of the village... He passed out and was in poor health. But I fell in love with him the first time I saw him ...although...he can be moody at times, he's really smart...I prefer him with brown eyes, and accept him with red eyes..."

Anna didn't match her words, she shook her head and talked to herself.

"The owner with the brown eyes is also called Barty...very grumpy but occasionally gentle...but Barty hasn't been around for many months...the owner with the red eyes..."

Anna seemed to be remembering, sniffling while crying and laughing, although she couldn't shed a single tear.

"He with red eyes has become very powerful... It's just that his health is getting worse and worse, and the medicine is useless... He's really powerful..."

In the end the female vampire just repeats his "great" and "bad health" in reverse, like she herself has gone crazy.

"Oh. Wonderful."

Ah Ro himself started clapping his hands dramatically, and pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, as if genuinely moved by a good story.

"You obey him and let the whole village know our existence because he is your singer...? The wrong singer is enough to ruin your tragic life. That's all I see. Caius, and you, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Get out of here quickly! There is a terrible smell of werewolves here." Caius wrinkled his nose, his bright red lips pursed into a straight line, and his tone was as violent as ever.

"Then, deal with it. Don't forget to go with her doll. The doll...what a useless talent!" Ah Ro said casually.

The flame rose again, probably because there was enough "fuel" this time. This time the flame was bigger than the vampire child burned last time, and it took a little longer to burn.

The flames were finally extinguished, and there was only a layer of ash on the ground that was thinner than that of Barty Jr. after burning.

"Then, Albus, let's go first. Although we travel fast, the distance is long, and Caius... doesn't like it here either. It's a bit unreasonable to leave Voltera to Marcus." Luo said slowly He put on his hood.

This action was like an instruction, and the rest of the people arranged their clothes in an instant-returned to a row of hell messengers.

"Wait, Elder Arrow. May I ask the ordinary villagers here...?" Dumbledore asked.

"Ah, we followed our own laws and rules," said Arlo nonchalantly.

Cyril felt the hands on her face tighten, and Ah Luo's words made people think carefully and terrified.

"It's a good thing there are only a few dozen people here, otherwise it would be a troublesome thing." Ah Luo added lightly, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but he seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself, and in the end he just nodded with a stern face.

"By the way, Albus. Regulus has found his mate, who just so happens to be one of our Volturi... old acquaintances. Bless them, each other's singers. He says we'll meet soon Bring your partner to visit you and thank you in person."

Finally, leaving such a sentence lightly, Volturi left as silently as when he came.

Snape slowly released his palm from Cyril's face.

Moody snorted again, disdainful of a 15-year-old boy being so protected.

……

"Albus! Am I late!"

Kingsley suddenly appeared, his robe was mostly ruined, and a small piece of his dark face was scratched, looking very embarrassed.

"Ah, Kingsley." Dumbledore was obviously still immersed in the anger just now, and didn't say much for a while, just sighed softly.

"By the way, where are the people in the village? I just came all the way and found that this place seems to be empty?" Kingsley looked around foolishly.

"..." For a moment, the scene fell into a terrible silence again.

Only then did Kingsley feel that the atmosphere was not right, and slowly put away all the expressions on his face.

"Have those vampires been here?" the black-skinned wizard asked dryly.

"Well, I just left." Moody replied angrily with a groan.

Kingsley looked around and continued to ask, "...they took that female vampire away?"

"Where you are standing is that female vampire." Moody pointed at Kingsley's feet with the long walking stick in his hand.

Then Cyril saw the terrified expression of the big dark-skinned man, and jumped aside.

"Grey? Same as the one just now?" Kingsley shuddered the goosebumps on his arms.

"Hmm. How's the snake?" Dumbledore nodded slightly, and then cared about the neglected matter.

Kingsley wiped his scratched cheek lightly, and replied in a muffled voice: "I lost it. No magic works, it feels like I cast a particularly powerful protective spell, and finally it ran along the window. I couldn't find it when I chased it out."

"Ah." Dumbledore sighed lightly, but he didn't say anything to blame.

"By the way, I think it's necessary for us to go back to the Riddle Mansion again. I suspect that he succeeded in making the Horcrux just now."

The old principal with the white beard seemed to wake up from a dream, suddenly jumped up, took two steps in the direction he came from just now, and then disapparated in an instant.

"Can I go with you? Please?" Cyril raised his eyes a little aggrieved and asked Dean Snape beside him.

"Yes." Snape unexpectedly did not refuse.God knows how broken he was when he saw the signal from the wizard to call the police in the Riddle Mansion.

Sherlock looked over immediately, and the purpose was self-evident.

"...can you bring Sherlock with you? He...has a strong ability to observe. Hmm." Cyril then opened his mouth in an insatiable manner, and by the way, he affirmed himself for finding a reason for his mechanism.

Snape threw a sharp look at him, and the black and gray-green eyes looked at each other for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, and he didn't refuse.

Moody asked Kingsley to take care of the fainted Muggle girl first, and by the way, help to send her to the station.I eagerly followed suit. Today's "activity" was obviously not "satisfying" enough for this old Auror.

When the four arrived at the Riddle Mansion, they saw Dumbledore lighting up the whole house and looking for things carefully.

"What are you looking for, Headmaster."

Cyril took a step forward and put his feet back. The room was so messy that it almost caught up with the Room of Response that he blew up that year.

"Oh, you're here. Actually, I'm not sure, something special... Maybe it's a Horcrux. Tom was working on it when we came, and it's almost finished. Stand back..."

Dumbledore waited for everyone to move out, and cast a wind spell on the whole room. In an instant, there was a strong wind in the room, and all the pieces of furniture on the ground were swept aside.

Then, two of the people outside the door walked into the room and began to divide an area, eager to try.

"...Do you know what you are looking for?" Sherlock who was leaning against the door asked suspiciously.

Cyril paused for a moment, and said vaguely: "I probably know, an object with commemorative significance, it is best to be an antique."

After Moody entered, he looked around, used his crutches to pull the broken pieces of wood at his feet, rushed in excitedly, and was a little less interested in the work at hand.

Snape clicked his tongue, straightened his body and said to the old headmaster who was standing in the room thinking, "There is no way to find this way, Albus.Is it possible that it was burned...? "

"Impossible, each Horcrux has a very strong protective spell, and ordinary spells cannot harm it." Dumbledore shook his head.

"So, what you mean is that you want to find something that can't be destroyed and has a commemorative meaning?" Sherlock leaned against the wall next to the door and looked around the room.

"You can say that." Dumbledore replied gently while casting the spell to judge the magical energy.

"Could you please tell me about your battle situation at that time?" Sherlock stood up straighter, and slowly moved into the room from the door.

Dumbledore didn't care about Sherlock being a Muggle at all, and explained the situation to him in detail.

"Wait, you said, at first he let his snake go first." Sherlock suddenly raised his head, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Dumbledore who was speaking.

"Right. No... Did you mean to say...?" Dumbledore blinked frantically.

"Isn't it? You rummaged through the ruins for this pile of useless things, and the other party didn't even worry about it before he died, and even fought with you.

The more precious something is, the more time it takes to take care of it. This is the instinct of all people. I think that even if you are wizards with special abilities, the instinct of human nature will never change.So, the result was in front of him, either it was the snake, or it was nothing, he didn't succeed. "

"How could a living thing become a Horcrux?" Snape finally changed his face.

"Eliminate all impossible factors, and the remaining result, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth." Sherlock's face was calm, but his tone was very firm. [Note] Dumbledore slowly put down the Elder Wand in his hand, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.