Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

On a dark and stormy Thursday night, Cyril finished the evening tutoring, and secretly started the night trip to Hogwarts with safety.

In fact, there was no need to be so troublesome, but the Slytherin lounge is underground, and the window is opened to the bottom of the Black Lake, so there is no moonlight, only the mermaid.

And the mermaid is super fierce!The kind that can hit the glass with its tail!

It's 10:[-] p.m., past curfew time.

Talking to John, Cyril crawled out of the common room wrapped in a black robe with his safety in his hands, avoided the prefect who was watching the night, sneaked out of the castle, and ran all the way to the Black Lake in one breath Behind the side bushes.

This position was determined by him after two days. It was leeward, humid, flat and full of moonlight.

perfect!

The journey went smoothly, and I didn't meet the teacher who was watching the night, and I also avoided the prefect who was watching the night.The grass became damp at night, so Cyril took off his coat and put it on the lawn, put peace on the ground and sat on the ground himself.

"Go, buddy. Enjoy your moonlight." The boy patted Ping An's head lovingly like an old mother.

Ping An slowly crawled up, flicked his long tail, smelled the surrounding grass from time to time, and finally placed himself in a grass shone with silver light sprinkled by the moonlight, and his limbs lay down and stopped moving. .

The blue-green scales reflect the metal light under the moonlight. As time goes by, the little Pixiu tends to become brighter and brighter.

Cyril sat on the robe with her legs crossed, staring at her beloved pet in a thin shirt.

Time seemed to stand still, and Cyril felt a little drowsy in the evening breeze.

"Mr. McLean! Could you please tell me why you are here during curfew?"

A sudden voice came from the top of his head, full of anger, which instantly scared the boy out of his sleepiness.

Cyril trembled and almost staggered up:

"S...Professor Snape."

The wizard in a black robe stood by the lawn with his arms folded against the light. He couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't respond. He looked more like a cast iron statue.

Cyril knew that the angry professor was waiting for him to explain, although at the moment his scalp was numb and he couldn't say anything.

"I... I'm sorry, Professor."

"Pick up your clothes and follow me."

Cyril grabbed the peace and robe from the ground, and stood beside Snape silently.

Snape looked enigmatically at the Pixiu in the boy's hand, and then at the crumpled robe.

"finish dressing."

Cyril carefully stuffed Ping An into his pocket, and put his robe on his body.

The two walked across the lawn in tandem.Like a pitiful little tail, Cyril followed limply and walked into the castle.

Snape led the Nightwalker directly into the cellar office.

The tall wizard hadn't said a word since entering the castle, and the atmosphere even escalated into stagnation after entering the office.

He tugged at the collar of his robe, then walked behind the desk and put his hands on the table.

It was the first time that Cyril entered Snape's office without asking him to sit down.

"Speak, if you can't organize your language well, you can speak slowly."

"It's Ping An, it's my pet. It's...very special."

Snape looked angry, but he didn't intend to interrupt the boy's embarrassing answer, he stared straight at the boy with bottomless eyes, sharp eyes, cut directly on the face like a knife, slightly raised his chin Signal him to continue.

"It has to appear under the moonlight when the moon is full." It's too difficult... It's hard to say enough words.Cyril was about to cry but did not explain dryly.

"So... you mean that you, who should have been on the bed in the dormitory, appeared by the Black Lake. Is it because of your special... little pet, who needs to bask in the moonlight when the moon is full?" the wizard hissed back in a low voice. .

Thank goodness, Professor Snape finally spoke!

"Yes."

"Show me your pet."

"Oh... good." The boy carefully took out the safe and placed it gently on the desk.

Snape looked at the little dinosaur-like monster on the desk, but didn't reach out to touch it.

"What's it called?"

"Safety?"

"Variety."

"Ah? Oh..." Cyril wrinkled his small face, trying hard to think about whether Pixiu has an English name, and sadly found that even if there was, he wouldn't know it.

"Speaking Chinese is fine." Snape saw the boy's embarrassment.

"AO? Pixiu?"

"Penguin? Pigeon???"

Snape looked suspiciously at the little troll in front of him, with a face like you are being shocked by me.

He swore on Merlin's toenails that the blue-green animal in front of him wasn't any bird!

"I said the Chinese name..."

Snape looked at the boy in front of him steadily, as if to make sure that he was not deceived, and repeatedly chewed the Chinese that sounded like a pigeon.

"The Chinese variety...is very rare." Cyril added slowly.

Snape nodded to show that he understood, and still looked at the weird little creature on the table inscrutablely.

"Does it have any medicinal value?"

"???" Cyril felt that he probably didn't hear clearly.

Snape repeated it, in a flat tone.

"Professor, no no... that would be too wasteful, it is very precious. Legend has it that it is good at fighting and can protect peace." The black-haired boy picked up the peace on the table and hugged it tightly, fearing that the man in front of him would The poor little Pixiu turned into a pot of potion.

Snape didn't care about the boy's unreasonableness, but changed his position and sat down.

"So I think Mr. McLean wouldn't mind telling his professor the specifics of this... little miraculous creature."

There was less anger in the wizard's tone, and more calm and imperceptible curiosity.

"Eh... Ao and Pixiu are very rare and precious in China, similar to the magical creatures here... He will find food by himself, and occasionally eat some clean xuanshu flowers. When the full moon is full, he must bask in the moonlight so that he can grow healthily. tonight……"

"Does it have to be in direct sunlight?" the wizard interrupted the boy.

"Sorry...you mean?" The boy looked blank.

"is this OK?"

Snape waved the black wand casually, and the drawn curtain on the neglected wall opened by itself, revealing the window inside.

The window was not small, with a wide window sill, and the bright moonlight shone through the window on the window sill and the wall, drawing a long silvery white light band.

Peace in Cyril's hands immediately struggled with his limbs impatiently.

"I'm not sure, but... Ping An seems to like it here."

Xi Ruier came to the window with peace in his arms, and put his little Pixiu on the window sill, watching the little Pixiu slowly stretch its limbs, the blue-green scales shone brightly again.

"How long will he be like this?"

Snape's voice came through behind him, and he and the boy watched the magical little creature on the windowsill.

"I don't know, last time I put it on the windowsill for one night, but Slytherin is underground and there are no windows... Why do you have windows here, Professor?"

"Some special potions require outside light, and it's also convenient for me to judge the weather and pick herbs. It's just a space magic." The professor's tone was flat, and he watched Ping An stretching his arms and kicking his eyes intently.

"Swap space?" The boy raised his head curiously.

"It's like this." The wizard turned his face, raised an eyebrow lightly, and there was a slight surprise and appreciation in his eyes, although it was fleeting.

The clever Cyril caught that rare line of sight, smiled happily and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't help thinking of a high window in Hogwarts. When he opened the curtains, he couldn't see the green grass and blue sky. It's green lake water and fierce mermaids.

"Then boy, although you have a reason for your night tour, this cannot be used as an excuse for violating school rules. I hope you will take a warning from what happened tonight, and go back and write a 500-word English review. No typos are allowed."

So appreciation and peace are always short-lived, only inspections and Professor Snape's black face are the norm. Snape returned to the desk, his tone returned to his previous coldness.

"Good professor." Cyril lowered his eyebrows and got off the donkey.

"In addition... your pet is here tonight, and it will be given to you tomorrow morning. I make an exception and allow you to temporarily store your pet here during the full moon, enjoying... ah... moonlight bath. But you have to pray that your pet has enough Be good... otherwise you and that little guy will be in trouble."

Snape felt that his heart was broken for Benny's son, and he hinted in his heart that he really missed the friendship with his senior.It must not be because of the boy's beautiful gray-green eyes full of tears just now, and he immediately relented and took this troublesome oriental magical creature in.

"Just throw it here, right?"

"Emm...maybe a humid environment, preferably a shallow water tank, would be better...?"

"..."

Finally, the two arranged "Ao · 精貅 · English name pigeon · Chinese name Ping An" which was greedily absorbing the moonlight, and Snape threw the boy back to the snake's den.