Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril and Dean Snape sent Sherlock back to London first.

This "intern detective" boy was silent all the way, and Cyril thought he would have a lot of questions to ask, maybe about wizards, maybe about the magic world, maybe about Horcruxes.

But in fact, the three of them sat in the Yeqi carriage that Dumbledore had found, without talking all the way.

"Will you still touch my memory?" Sherlock suddenly raised his head and asked, his gray-blue eyes were calm.

Cyril immediately turned his head to Dean Snape, the corners of his gray-green eyes drooped, and a serious boy made a "sparkling eyes" effect.

"..." Snape looked at him calmly for a few seconds, then turned his head out of the carriage window without answering.

……

Kingsley had already sent the innocent girl back to the station with "forget about it".

After the matter was settled, Moody and Kingsley went straight back to the Ministry of Magic.Moody learned that the dead wizard was Barty Jr., and insisted on checking the files of Askaban's imprisonment and release.This experienced Auror was very curious and angry that a prisoner who was rumored to have died in Azkaban could appear here.

Dumbledore said that he wanted to go to the little Barty's house mentioned by the vampire lady before. Some things still needed to be confirmed, so Snape went back first with the two minors.

……

The Yeqi carriage passed through half of England and landed slowly. It was late at night, and even the busiest street in London became sparsely populated, and there were not many cars on the entire road.

Sherlock got out of the car just in time to see a black commercial vehicle parked on the side of the road.

The low-key and luxurious black body, the dark glass inside cannot be seen clearly, and the license plate with special markings.

Twenty seconds later, a tall man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car, dressed as a typical British gentleman, holding a long-handled black umbrella that was more decorative than useful, but well-made.

The shiny leather shoes stepped on the ground, showing the effect of metal impact.Sherlock knew that those were not ordinary oxford leather shoes, they were probably covered with a layer of steel plates, and there were probably interlayers on the soles.

Since his own brother's position has been promoted to a higher level, his big boss pays great attention to the safety of himself as a "capable subordinate".

The man took two steps and stood in the middle of the road. His two straight trouser legs were slightly separated, his hands rested on the handle of the long-handled umbrella, and his chin was slightly raised.

The light from the street lamp elongated the man's back infinitely behind him, and the aura felt very much like a Muggle villain coming out.

"Thank you for bringing my brother back."

After sculpting for 2 minutes, Mycroft extended his hand grandly to Snape and Cyril who came down.

After greeting Snape, while shaking Cyril's hand, Mycroft added in a low voice: "Little Hangleton is actually a place we have been closely monitoring. Sherlock stole a pass from me. No Thank you very much for what happened.”

"Sherlock is my friend." Cyril shook back gently.

"He's always curious, but he's not very good at dealing with people. You know that." Mycroft blinked and continued to ask, "How is your father?"

"He's very good. He told me about you two days ago, saying that you were promoted again. He wanted to say congratulations in person."

"It's just that I added two yuan to the afternoon tea dessert, and then the overtime hours were extended." Sherlock's brother replied in a hurry.

"I wish you a happy work and life. Father also wants to have time to have a drink with you."

"My pleasure."

Sherlock finally got into his brother's "black car" reluctantly, but the good news is that the cold wizard who had been with Cyril didn't show any intention of erasing his memory in the end.

……

In July, Cyril received his report card in a blink of an eye, and a letter from the Wizarding Examinations Administration was sent along with the report card.

Cyril didn't open the transcript first, because the letter from the administration was obviously more of his concern.

Inside the wax-sealed envelope was the early exam application form he had handed in just before the holiday.

At this moment, in addition to the content he filled out, four chapters were stamped and more than a dozen signatures were signed on the form. At first glance, the small form was more lively than a certain freedom charter.

The biggest signature belonged to the head of the Wizarding Orders Authority - old Lady Gslda Marchban, whom the Slytherins had said earlier.She placed her unrestrained signature in the middle of the bottom of the entire application form. It seems that the pens used are different from everyone's quill pens. They probably use the feathers of some raptors, and the characters are thicker.

Then lined up in order are the signatures of some offices and professors, and the top corner of the entire form is also marked by Principal Dumbledore's "circle font".

In short, the application for N·E·W·T·s in advance seems to be passed.

Because applying for N·E·W·T·s in advance requires not only the signature of the teachers of each subject but also the approval of the administration, the process is very cumbersome, so few people are willing to do so.

The most important thing is that the applicant's OWLs results should not be bad, at least 90% O.

Staring at the sharp small words "Severus Snape" half covered by his thumb, Cyril laughed silently.

In the end, his grandfather Edward copied an enlarged version of his report card with photocopying magic and sent it to his in-laws in China.

Benny, who was playing on the flying carpet with his youngest son in his arms, immediately claimed that it was due to his wife's awakening of the schoolmaster gene.

"So, you see, my dear. The reason why he didn't do well in maths and all that is because the kid hasn't figured it out yet! He's a natural for magic!" - Daddy Benny, happy.

"What do you mean? All my grandchildren got duck eggs??!!" ——Mr. Lin, who came over to take a look, turned back into the original big white fox in horror.

But in any case, the future is bright, and the road is... an exam.

It's another busy year ahead, isn't it?

……

What do 16 year old boys usually do?

playing ball?read comics?Play games online?Or in the third year of junior high school, preparing for the senior high school entrance examination?

Of course, in China in 1990, the "high school entrance examination" did not seem to be a mainstream thing.But at the age of 16, Xi Ruier seemed to have gone through a [-]-meter sprint for the "senior high school entrance examination"—and it was the kind that took the examination directly from the second year of junior high school.

This meant that he took twice as many classes and did twice as much homework.By the way, I took the N·E·W·T·s exam, which makes the 6th graders frightened and the 7th graders depressed.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and the year is unknown in cold and heat.

Xi Ruier, who was studying hard, felt that he had only retreated for a few months, and the school year passed by quickly.

NEWTs exam success is comparable to his OWLs.

"Dude, so you're graduating with my girlfriend?"

The roommate John, who had become the captain of the new generation of Slytherin Quidditch, held the history of magic in his hand with some sadness, and watched his old man silently start packing his luggage.

The grade 6 exams are ranked after the NEWTs exams, and now only Cyril has the easiest time in the whole grade.

"That sounds weird... I graduated with all the other Year 7s, not just your girlfriend, John."

Cyril sighed, responding for the eighth time to his groaning big roommate.By the way, he wrapped the leather book in cloth and put it in the "Starry·Starry Traditional Magic Suitcase". He had to go through these trivial but important things by himself.

"Ah, how would I live without your seventh year of Slytherin? I only knew that you were going to St. Mungo's for an internship, but I didn't know that you were graduating early..."

Holding the history of magic in his hand, John has grown from a small freckled boy to a 1.8-meter-high freckled man, crying and leaning against the head of the bed, COS "Sister Xianglin" lamented.

"I shouldn't have shown you our literary works. The awareness has not improved, but there have been a lot more witty words..."

Cyril put a reinforcement spell on the gold enamel basin that the platinum bun gave to Ping An, and put it on top of the leather cloth bag.

Speaking of which, Platinum Baozi will come to school this September...

"No, those books are very interesting, really, the words are spicy, accurate, and hit the nail on the head. Two days ago, I used one of Mr. LU's famous quotes to kill Weasley of Gryffindor. He looked angry Cuter than Hagrid's Mexican spit turkey."

When John said this, he was resurrected with blood.

"cough."

Cyril suddenly remembered that the group of Mexican-breathing turkeys that Hagrid loved and hated seemed to come from him, so he fake coughed in embarrassment. Fortunately, other students didn't know about it.Otherwise, if they find out that they can't lie down and rest by the beautiful black lake in the afternoon (the turkeys love it there, and the enclosure keeps humans away) the culprit is him, it's over...

Let this secret sink to the bottom of the black lake with his graduation!Merlin!

"Do you know what that Weasley wants to do?" The freckled man lay down on his stomach, dropped the History of Magic in his hand, his eyes sparkled.

"You mean Charlie?" Cyril put away the quill case.

"Yeah, second Weasley, you haven't played Quidditch for a year, if you ask me, you've missed a lot, buddy."

John was clearly still brooding over the fact that his golden hitter partner had ditched him, and was about to bring it up every chance he got.

"Speak the key."

"I was peeing in the bathroom cubicle that day, and I heard Gryffindor chatting. Charlie Weasley said that he would give up his position to Wood. Romania."

"Isn't that cool?" Cyril looked at the closet, half of his body was buried in it, and a muffled answer came from the closet.

"Yeah, that's right...it's so cool...you said why I didn't think of such a good career. Long, how wonderful!" John spread his body flat on the bed again like a child with ADHD, his tone was vicissitudes.

"Didn't you say you were going to the Irish team? What about your professional Quidditch?"

"Quidditch was my first love, but dragons are my dream lover..." John said in a dreamy tone.

"Okay, I will tell your Ravenclaw senior girlfriend the truth, and we may be able to sit in the same carriage." Cyril replied rationally to his old man with a sullen face.

"No... Hey! What's wrong?! No way! Come here!" John rushed forward.

……

The red and black Hogwarts Express parked noisily at the station at the foot of Hogwarts Mountain as it did before every holiday, with steam rising, but the meaning of this train has surpassed the meaning of the seventh-grade magic school students. A category of means of transportation.

They're no longer eager to climb up, find their buddies, and talk about vacation plans.

Instead, they stood by the train and gathered together in twos and threes to look back at the majestic old castle, my home for seven years.

"There is no one who doesn't love Hogwarts, including those who were expelled early or refused to be outside the gate of the castle." ——Dumbledore once sighed when he handed over the early graduation certificate to Cyril One sentence.

At that time, Cyril replied half-jokingly: "I should be expelled early!"

The white-haired old principal quickly pulled away from his emotions, and put on a brisk and joyful expression: "Of course not, the reason why I promised you to graduate early is obviously because you said you would come back to rescue Pomfrey from the medical wing. lady!"

"Minibus can't leave Hogwarts, he is a part of this place. The castle is his home, so this year, I hope he can be temporarily taken care of by Head Snape." Cyril suddenly thought of himself Recently, I learned to use self-twisting twist to beg the "little snake baby" of the little lamb.

Discuss with Dumbledore.

"I promise he won't cause any trouble, it's too cruel to put him back underground." Cyril made a serious expression.

"Oh! Of course, in fact, we still need it to destroy those Horcruxes at the critical moment." Dumbledore blinked, and his tone was as relaxed as saying that the minibus would carry two bricks at the critical moment.

"Those Horcruxes..." Cyril showed hesitation, he never really understood the reason why the principal didn't destroy them immediately.

"Except for the one in your sniffing hand, the rest are in a safe place that no one can imagine." Dumbledore understood and said immediately.

"That's good. And that snake..." Cyril frowned.

"It will return to its owner." Dumbledore replied flatly, "He will return." Cyril raised his eyes.

"Sooner or later... I guess Harry's admission to the Academy is a dividing line..." Dumbledore blinked.

"Ah...that's September this year."

"Hmm... By the way, this is the letter of appointment. I almost forgot, so I will hand it to you in person! This will save the owls, although, according to the tradition of Hogwarts, the letters of appointment for teachers and staff are issued in mid-July."

Dumbledore handed over a roll of purple parchment.

"This is..." Cyril put away the diploma and took it with both hands.

"Get used to it early, you have to come back to take an exam that you can only take at the age of 17 - Apparition. So, even after graduation, you will still have to meet us old faces next year." Dumbledore smiled He stroked his beard.

Cyril looked at the parchment in his hand, which was more grand than the graduation certificate, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.His slender fingers slowly lifted the golden wax seal on it.

The dark purple paper, the golden characters, Cyril slowly unfolded from one end, the top is the Hogwarts school badge - under the light, it gives people a feeling of radiance, just like the animal on this school badge are alive.

Looking down, it is my name, full name in cursive: "Cyril·Lin·McLean"

The time to develop the entire letter of appointment was actually very short, but Xi Ruier thought a lot.

Already a "big boy", he suddenly remembered the scene when he just received the Hogwarts acceptance letter. At that time, he couldn't even pronounce his own address on the envelope, and he didn't know anything about the things required on it. When his dad finished reading it he just thought—ah!Finally, I no longer have to take math and English classes.

Then they came to the UK with their family, and he was forced to learn English day and night, even to buy a sausage and milk.

And then...he met the dean.

What was the first English word he and the dean learned?

"Read to me—gill-sac-grass, it's gill-gill—and Mr. McLean won't go back to bed tonight if he can't learn the word."

After that... he became the head of Slytherin's little tail, holding an Oxford Advanced Dictionary thicker than all books, and drew many circles on it...

"Take it, start today, memorize two pages every day, and I will spot check at this time the next day." ——that was the first book he received from the dean, "Thousands Use of Herbs".The dean said to return it to him when it was used up, but it seemed that the book was still in his hands in the end.

Cyril hooked the corner of his mouth, and continued to pull down the parchment in his hand.

When the entire letter of appointment was unfolded, a faint dragon chant rang in my ears.

It was the school motto that the dean read softly in front of the Room of Requirement at that time - "Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon". 【Note 78】"Welcome to Hogwarts, when you are about to leave. McLean assistant and assistant physician." Dumbledore stood up suddenly, and extended his right hand to Cyril.

"My honor, Mr. Principal." Cyril stood up straight and also extended his right hand.

Clasping both hands, one is fair and slender and slightly immature, and the other is old and thin, vicissitudes and steady.