Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Old Brad's eyes were wider than ever before, and the cloudy eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, which gave people a terrifying feeling of being possessed by a devil.

"No...it's impossible...impossible..." The old wizard shook his head while breathing hard.

"Just because of those two people, I was close to catching me. Severus?" The white fox boy tilted his head.

"You contact Dumbledore." Severus asked in a low voice, tilting his head.

"it is good."

Old Brad seemed to be drained of all his strength, and Snape slid to the ground as soon as he let go——Because he was restrained by the spell, his posture on the ground seemed quite distorted.

……

When Dumbledore appeared, Snape and Cyril had already tied up the three of them in the living room of the room.

"I contacted Cornell directly, and the Auror is probably on the way." The old headmaster rushed over with a serious expression.

Snape nodded to show his understanding, then used his wand to push away the old wizard's sleeve, and said concisely: "There is a Dark Mark."

It was a pattern that made Cyril feel very uncomfortable every time he saw it, even uglier than the last time he saw it - the mark on Snape's arm.

On the old man's skinny, wrinkled, and age-spotted arms, this mark was distorted into a more hideous appearance.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, Cyril always felt that the mark on Old Brad's arm was darker, and the black part was protruding.

"His mark has been touched by that person in the past year."

Snape pointed at the junction of the skull and the snake with the tip of his wand, where there was a red, burnt mark.

Dumbledore pinched the opponent's arm with his thin hands, pointed his wand at Old Brad's head, and whispered softly on the lips under the white beard: "Legiliency."

The drowsy old Brad seemed to have a sudden shock, and his whole body trembled.There was a cold light in Dumbledore's blue eyes, staring closely at the "old Death Eater" in front of him.

After a while, the old principal withdrew his wand.

His complexion was unusually gloomy.

"I think... I have to contact my old friends. Please go back to school early after the meeting. We need to make some plans in advance."

Dumbledore let go of Old Brad's hand without hesitation, allowing him to fall like a sack.

Old Brad's physical condition itself was poor, and now he was completely passed out and lying on the floor.

As if the timing was right, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Four Aurors headed by Kingsley walked in.Kingsley nodded to them without any special expression, and then began to check the criminal's identity.

Cyril stood beside Snape and watched as old Brad and his two followers were taken away by the Aurors.

"Then I'll go back and prepare first, thanks to your caution this time. Otherwise, it will really cause a lot of trouble."

Dumbledore returned to his usual expression, blinked, and said goodbye to the two.

Watching the old principal come and go in a hurry.

Cyril was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders by someone beside him.

"How about it, did those scumbags hurt you?"

Cyril blinked, a little startled by the face-changing speed of his professor beside him, and silently shook his head.

"They didn't even touch me."

Snape ignored Cyril's answer, and began to check with his wand on his own, muttering in a low voice: "I can't imagine that Mr. McLean can say such a sentence without magical training. Touching you. Do you think wands are for poking nostrils?"

All kinds of spells were thrown on Cyril as if he didn't want money, and the colorful light flashed, and Snape finally eased his face.

"Go take a bath, your face looks like a cat now." The black-haired black-eyed wizard snorted.

"Huh? My face is dirty?" Cyril didn't know why.

A cold finger gently brushed the boy's cheek.

"Pollen and grass juice...?"

The white fox boy suddenly said: "Oh, I guess I was in the underground garden."

Cyril rubbed his face with the back of his hand nonchalantly, turned around and planned to go back to the room.

After taking two steps, I didn't know what to think of, and turned back again.

"Severus, you haven't told me...what's the matter with old Brad?"

Snape went to the bar and poured himself a glass of water without explaining.Cyril was like a follower, he didn't go back to the room, and stuck to his side.

The wizard took a sip of water, put down the cup, and began to unbutton his robe.

"I'll help you solve it."

Cyril had a flattering expression on his face, and his two claws were about to climb up the wizard's neck, while Snape pinched the boy's restless "fox claws" with a suspicious expression on his face.

"I will do it myself."

"Oh, tell me about old Brad then. You must have noticed something was wrong with him!"

Cyril stared at the wizard's fingers unbuttoning the button, and wrinkled his nose regretfully.

"Ah."

Snape took off his robe and flew into the wardrobe with his wand.

"Hmmmmmm???"

Cyril looked blankly at the wizard beside him and began to undo the cuff buttons and collar buttons again.

"What kind of troll face are you? Go get the hotel's room service menu."

Snape held Cyril's hairy head with his big hand, and turned him towards the coffee table - where there was a large guide book.

Cyril hugged the big thick book on the table step by step, and then moved closer to Snape, muttering in a low voice: "I'm asking you something, just use a particle word to fool me..."

Fair and slender fingers smoothly opened the guidebook, and pulled out a menu from it.

Snape put a bunch of cufflinks and collar buttons "jingling" into the crystal decoration plate on the bar, and pulled the little troll to the sofa in the living room, and the two sat down next to each other.

"What to eat? Professor Snape?" Cyril asked sullenly.

Snape didn't notice Cyril's address, and he pulled him over, resting his chin on the white fox boy's shoulder, and Cyril could feel the itchy breath coming from behind his ears.

Severus...is this a...favor? ? ?

This idea was immediately dismissed by Cyril shaking his head.

If Professor Snape will show his favor, Dumbledore can have a double tango with Voldemort.

"This, this, this..."

The wizard's arm went around the boy in front of him, and he pointed down the menu.

Cyril took out a dozen sticky notes from the guide book and began to fill in the names of the dishes with the provided pencil.

After finally writing down everything the wizard said behind him, the wizard said quietly again: "Don't even..."

"..."

Cyril stopped writing, then threw the note on the coffee table, trying to break free from the shackles of the wizard behind him.

This wizard...is really getting more and more childish!

Cyril resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and complained to the man behind him: "Professor Snape, please go and order on the phone yourself! I'm not hungry at all, I'm going back to take a shower and sleep."

In the next second, Cyril felt dizzy.

He was turned around on the spot, and became face to face with Snape.

The wizard pressed the white fox youth's shoulders and pressed him against the back of the sofa beside him. Cyril felt the breath that was close at hand. At this moment, Severus was so imposing that he seemed to have returned to that The image of a professor standing on the podium and deducting points at will.

"Maybe we don't have to eat anything, what do you think...Assistant McLean?"

Cyril's gray-green eyes widened, swallowed, and was too smart to answer.

It was dark before his eyes, and the man directly trapped him between his body and the sofa. Cyril raised his neck, grabbed the collar of the wizard's white shirt, and put his elbow against the man's shoulder, stammering Opened the mouth: "S...Professor Snape, what are you going to do?"

"Calling the wrong professor. Slytherin buckle... well, fine you..."

The two of them gradually overlapped each other on the sofa, and Cyril's action of grabbing the collar to push back also became a state between pulling and pinching.

……

In the end, when the two of them were sitting at the dining table having a late lunch, Cyril pursed the corners of his mouth, realizing that he seemed to have something serious but didn't ask.

"Haven't you told me when you noticed something was wrong with old Brighton?"

Snape pushed the plate of fried fish in front of him to Cyril, and then said slowly: "Do you remember Little Hangleton, someone gave little Barty the potion."

Cyril thought for a moment, and immediately realized: "You mean..."

"That silver potion bottle at the time was very special. I kept remembering where I saw this potion bottle for a while. Until I saw old Brad. This old fox hasn't made potions for people for a long time, and I almost wanted Totally forgot his favorite style of potions bottles. He always liked those flashy things, back then... when I first joined the Potions Association, he was still doing work... and then... about 7 or 8 years ago , he suddenly announced that he was in poor health and would no longer accept any commissions and orders." [Guide 167] "If you don't make potions, can you continue to be the president?"

"Honorary President, there is nothing so-called. I guess he has been inquiring about that person's whereabouts all these years. He found Barty Jr. two years ago, and recently he found another... I guess..."

"So...he was also the one who bought the dress for the female vampire."

Cyril's gray-green eyes sparkled.

"uh-huh."

Snape responded while cutting his own red wine lamb chops.

"So...it makes sense! In that tailor shop, there is a tailor (sewing) bird!"

Xi Ruier seemed to have suddenly opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and all the things that were unclear before were all connected together.

"What tailor?"

Snape raised his eyes.

"Bendy's Tailor. Near Kensington Palace Gardens. The second project before... Hey, don't be so shameless, I'm talking about business... Sherlock and I did two jobs at Bendy's Tailor just to get in." At that time, I was surprised to see that there was a tailor bird in this Muggle tailor shop. After that, Sherlock said in Little Hangleton that there were only 4 shops that could make long Victorian dresses, and Bandy was One family." [Guide 124, 171] "So, it is very likely that old Bryan is the one who bought the dress for that...crazy vampire lady by the way." Snape nodded.

"What do you think Principal Dumbledore saw last? I feel he is a little anxious."

Xi Ruier asked curiously with a small fried fish in his mouth.

"I'll know when I get back, eat quickly, and don't be picky eaters, eat all the green beans."

Snape reminded without looking up.

Cyril, who was trying to hide the tasteless green beans under the fried fish, silently stopped the "fork that was committing the crime"

"..."