Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In the end, the two agreed to go shopping for pets while Harry stayed at Mrs. Malkin's to make clothes, and the first stop was to go to Gringotts.

Harry gently tugged at Cyril's cuff and asked in a low voice, "Brother Cyril, what is Professor Snape doing?"

"I'm helping you withdraw money." Cyril smiled and watched as the dean stood at the front and negotiated with the goblin.

"Am I rich?" Harry blinked his big emerald eyes dreamily.

"In fact, Mr. Potter, you are very rich. Your parents left you a whole dome, which is enough for you to squander until you graduate."

Snape pouted, and walked over with a small key, behind him was a goblin holding a box and walking in figure eight.

"Here." Snape pressed the key into the little boy's hand.

"Thanks." Harry stared at the keys in his hand.

"Severus said that there are a lot of things to do today, so he won't take you down in person. He asked the goblin to raise a little money directly, which is enough for you to use this school year. This is the key to Gringotts, which can open your parents. You can use the treasury left behind at any time. But as a piece of advice, the money left by your parents is most useful for your studies and life, do you understand what I mean?"

Cyril squatted down halfway, and helped Harry tidy up the messy hair like a bird's nest on his head.

"I understand. Just don't waste money... In fact, I always thought that my parents left me nothing." Xiaoha blinked her eyes, and her tone was lower.

"They gave you everything they could leave, and the most precious thing is their lives. So, let's work hard for the future together and become an excellent wizard. I guess your parents must be watching you somewhere! "

Cyril replied mildly.

Harry squeezed the golden key tightly in his hand, and nodded solemnly.

Snape walked to the other side of Cyril, silently watching his little troll comforting and educating the other little Momo, feeling a lot in his heart.

At this time, Kuaiyin came over from the counter on the other side, holding a money bag specially delivered by Gringotts in his hand.

"Look, Harry. I've exchanged some of your coins too, and when we're done we can treat your teacher to that ice cream that makes you float. By the way, that man standing behind me just now is really strong , look, look, at least two meters!"

Harry's emerald eyes blinked, and his smile resumed, and the corners of his mouth curled into soft arcs.

A few people looked in the direction Quicksilver pointed at, and happened to see an old acquaintance——Hogwarts gamekeeper Hagrid.The big man didn't know what he was going to fetch, and he was negotiating with the goblin opposite him mysteriously.

"That's also one of the Hogwarts staff, Hagrid. You'll meet him when you go to school. He's a nice guy, but he likes some weird creatures." Cyril replied gently.

Snape was noncommittal, but snorted, apparently with reservations about the little troll's evaluation of Hagrid.

"Okay, brother Cyril." -Harry answered obediently.

Snape walked to the gate first, and went directly to the next target store - Lihen Bookstore.

Snape thought today would be a very difficult and painful day, he would waste a whole day to take a chattering brat to buy books, buy books, buy clothes, buy stationery, buy wands.But from morning until now, in fact, this usually gloomy wizard has never been really angry or irritable at all.

He found that as long as the little monster Cyril was around, his character was like a soft jelly-like gel wrapped in a layer of soft gel, and the sharp edges and corners were gently covered, making it impossible to poke himself or hurt him. other people.

For example, now, Cyril is standing not far from him, pulling the little boy behind to tell him the common sense of the magic world, the buildings on the street and some strange shops, and he is holding the book without complaint Check the first grade textbooks with the owner of Lihen Bookstore one by one.

"Severus, what is that shop for? I don't know, I didn't even know there is such a shop in Diagon Alley." Cyril pulled Xiaodouding over, with a bright smile on his face.

Snape grabbed the wrapped book, shrunk it into the pocket of his robe, glanced at it casually, and explained: "That's one of the permanent offices for wizards to import and export magical items, specially set up by the Ministry of Magic in Diagon Alley. It is mainly used to apply for the import and export of bulk magic goods. Occasionally, it also sells something."

"No wonder I just saw a few people go in with a large stack of Arabian flying carpets." Cyril understood.

"In fact, what you see should be children's safety flying carpets made in the United States, and now Arabian flying carpets have been banned."

Snape came into contact with three pairs of bewildered eyes, and had to add: "There are always traffic accidents. Lucius said that the Ministry of Magic has always had a headache in this regard. A broom can hold two people at most, but a flying carpet can sit four." Five, it’s very troublesome if something goes wrong.”

"Speaking of brooms, Harry, you'll be able to play Quidditch when you're in the second grade!" Cyril quickly digressed, put one hand on the little boy's shoulders, and then excitedly pointed to a bustling shop on the corner of the street.

The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard frowned and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Indulging in a big boy's love of Quidditch, Cyril continued: "I was a batsman in second grade, and I played really well with my roommates! Trust me, you'll love it Quidditch."

The black-haired black-eyed wizard slowly closed his mouth, and his slightly frowned eyebrows also unfolded.He didn't know what he thought of, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and then quickly flattened into a usual serious expression after a few seconds.

"Gentlemen, please turn left now and hurry to Madam Malkin's robe shop. I really doubt we can get this done in one day." Snape heard himself saying this.

When Cyril pushed Harry and Quicksilver into the robe shop, there was only one customer in the whole shop.

And another "old acquaintance".

A little milk bun with platinum blond hair was standing on a small stool, letting the tape measure harass him with a look of indifference, reaching out to pat the tape measure close to his face from time to time.

The little bun squinted his gray-blue eyes, glanced casually at the door, and then quickly widened his eyes.

"Hi! Cyril!"

Platinum Bun immediately wanted to jump down to say hello to his big partner, and then saw Severus Snape who entered the door behind, and quickly stood up straight again, bowed slightly, and gave a standard nobleman's greeting.

"Good day, Uncle Severus." [Note] Snape nodded flatly.

Platinum Bun saw that Snape didn't mean to be picky or unhappy, so he quickly moved to Cyril's side.

"Brother Cyril, my dad said you're going to be a teacher. So you bring freshmen here to buy things?"

Draco was unexpectedly relaxed in front of Cyril. Compared to his father's good friend, Uncle Severus, Platinum Baozi obviously liked this big brother with a super powerful pet (Ping An).

"Yeah, I'm taking him shopping today. Your Uncle Severus is with me."

Xi Ruier dragged Xiao Ha who was standing behind him to the front, allowing the two little buns to officially meet.

Draco opened his gray-blue eyes, carefully studying the little boy who was pushed in front of him.

This boy really doesn't look like a freshman who is going to enter school, he is half a head shorter than himself (you know that Crabbe and Goyle who are usually by his side are like two hills, every time they give others a kind of deira Ke himself is petite, and now he finds a boy who is much thinner than himself), brown-black hair is a bit messy, but the eyes are big and surprisingly good-looking.

Well, if you look closely, the facial features are quite delicate. ——Draco, who followed his platinum peacock father (Snape) and Narcissus mother every day, nodded silently.

Well, I have confirmed my appearance, and I am someone who can be friends with.

Looking so thin, it was brought by brother Cyril, so I guess I will need to cover it myself in the future. ——Platinum Baozi quickly certified Harry in a one-stop process of "identification-classification-processing" in just one minute.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm a freshman this year. Nice to meet you."

Harry opened his eyes wide and looked at the white hand stretched out in front of him. He rubbed his hand against the edge of his trousers, grabbed it quickly, and said excitedly, "I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you too!"

Draco's slender eyes slowly widened, and then he suddenly looked up at Cyril, who was standing behind Harry with folded arms, watching the little bun meet.

Cyril nodded silently, put her fingers in front of her mouth in a "shh" gesture, then pointed to Harry and shook her head.

Draco understood intelligently, and continued to pinch Harry's paw in a self-possessed manner, raising his voice a bit: "You can call me Draco, I know this place very well, and you can come if you don't know anything Find me, we... can play Quidditch together in the future."

Harry narrowed his emerald eyes in surprise, and said happily, "Really? Just call me Harry."

After the young savior met Draco Malfoy, he became more determined that there are indeed many good people in the wizarding world.

Kuaiyin was very happy to see that Harry had made new friends, and told Harry that he was going to the bookstore opposite. Cyril and Snape also left the two children behind, saying that they were going to do something Be back in a moment.

Before going out, Cyril took advantage of Harry to measure his height, and pulled the little platinum bun aside.

"Draco, Harry is completely ignorant of many things in the wizarding world, especially about his parents. I hope you don't talk to him about it, okay?"

Cyril squatted gently on the ground, the handsome guy in front of him.

Draco frowned, then nodded solemnly, and asked again: "So he doesn't know that he is the 'savior' of the wizarding world?"

"That's right. Harry thinks he's just an ordinary person, and his parents died in an accident, so it's best not to tell others about his identity. Just treat Harry as a normal little wizard who grew up in the Muggle world .”

"Ok, I see."

"Oh, by the way, this is for you. I brought you from China for my birthday this time. It's what you've always wanted. The other bag is for your parents. Say hello to them for me."

Draco looked at the interspatial bag that Cyril handed over, and then opened it expectantly. As expected, he saw a set of exquisite Chinese dragon dolls inside, and immediately hugged the big brother in front of him happily.

Since Draco was 10 years old, he never jumped over like a little fluffy for a hug, and Cyril squinted his eyes to accept the milk-scented hugs.

In the next second, the little bun was lifted from behind the collar by his Uncle Severus.

"Just accept the gift, what does a man look like when he hugs him around?"

As he spoke, he pulled up Cyril who was half squatting on the ground.

"Don't you still have something to do? Let's go."

Cyril stood up holding Severus' hand, stroked the little platinum bun's head, and rumpled the other's soft little golden hair maliciously.

"Harry, please, Draco."

"My honor." The little platinum bun grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth.

……

Snape pulled Cyril to his side, and the two walked directly to the "Ira's Pet Shop" that they had discussed earlier.

The two stood at the door of this pet shop, which seemed more noisy than other shops.The building itself of the store looks like a giant birdcage - with metal railings covering the walls and filled with animals.

Snape took a step forward, then brought his foot back again.

"I've changed my mind, Cyril. I think we could actually send him a set of potions cauldrons, copper, brass, pewter, or silver, take your pick."

The wizard had a calm expression, but he stood there motionless with a firm attitude.

Cyril looked at the headmaster Slytherin who was expressing "rejection" from head to toe and from inside to outside with a smile, and stepped forward to hug his arm.

"Right away, soon! Harry wouldn't expect to receive a set of cauldrons, either."

"Who said that, back then..." Snape wanted to say something, but then he tightly closed his mouth.

"Yes, yes. He doesn't have your talent, how can he compare with you? Isn't he? Walk around and go in."

Cyril seemed not to have sensed Snape's abrupt end.

There is a big signboard at the entrance of Yila's Pet Shop, which reads: "Grey Wood Owl, Snowy Owl, Screech Owl, Night Owl, Grass Owl, Brown Owl... [-]% off for the second one, and free owl food for the third one. "

"Severus, there's only a discount for the second one."

"No, don't even think about it. You have my eagle. And there are enough animals in the house, and you don't need other birds to make trouble."

"Oh fine."

Snape snorted softly and pushed open the shop door, and the shop owner greeted him enthusiastically.

"Dear guest, do you want a pet? We have all kinds of animals here, cats, swallow-tailed dogs, snakes, toads, and owls of all kinds."

Cyril turned her head and glanced longingly at the wizard beside her.

"Only owls are allowed." The wizard replied directly.

"Okay, pick us an owl, the nicer kind."

"What color do you like, dear guest?"

"White."

"black."

——The two spoke almost in unison.

"Oh, let's get to know the black and white ones?" the shop owner wiped his glasses and suggested calmly.

Cyril glanced at Snape: "Your black eagle looks fierce every time you look at it."

"Its function is to send a letter, not to jump into your arms and act like a baby."

"But it's easy to find it in the dark night." Cyril said forcefully.

Snape was about to laugh angrily, he couldn't believe that in his lifetime he had wasted his life going to a stinky, noisy pet shop to argue with Cyril about the color of an owl.Most importantly, the final owl belongs to old Potter's son...

But the wizard firmly refused to admit that it was funny to see Cyril's pitiful expression on Haw every time he couldn't get his wish.

One minute later, Snape, who had had enough of watching, looked calm and said to the owner in a dark mood, "Here comes a snowy owl."