Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"So after thinking about it for so long, you finally think that the best way is for us to make some small levels that look high-end, but are actually idiots, and coax children from trolls to play?"

When Cyril heard the voice of the wizard around him getting lower and lower, he knew that the anger value of the other party had increased exponentially.

Dumbledore nodded and stroked his white beard - today it was adorned with a small crimson bow, matching his royal blue robes.

——It's like a cute costume of a certain detective anime protagonist who is popular among Muggles.

Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help but glanced again, and happened to be looking at the old principal from afar.

"Then Cyril, what's your opinion?" The old version of "Conan" asked happily.

Cyril thought for a while, and replied seriously: "As long as every little wizard in the castle can be guaranteed to be safe, I have no objection."

"Ah, that's for sure." The white-bearded old wizard blinked.

"I don't understand... Albus. If you want to protect that thing, why design it so that it can be found?" Professor McGonagall's jaw was tense, and his face was worried.

"Relax, Minerva. This can be regarded as a small test, harmless. Severus and I had some speculations before, but we have been struggling with no way to confirm it. Just..."

The old headmaster gently reassured the serious and overwrought Hogwarts deputy headmaster.

"Who is involved in this plan?" The wizard next to Cyril suddenly asked gloomily.

"Every teacher. And... Rubeus Hagrid."

"Wait a minute, sorry to interrupt. You mean I'm also involved?" Cyril held up a paw.

"That's right, Cyril."

"But, can I follow Professor Snape to design the level? Or just let me be the logistics medical support staff." The boy suggested sincerely.

"If you insist, I have no problem here. It depends on what you want to do. I just hope that everyone can participate."

"Then let's design the level together with Professor Snape, and provide a post-medical service by the way—to be honest, of course, I hope the latter will never use that post-medical service." Cyril muttered.

Dumbledore smiled, clapped his hands, and raised the volume slightly.

"So, we've made a preliminary decision like this. Think about your small checkpoints. Let me know before next Monday. Do you have any questions, everyone? And...Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, ah... no... no problem, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The man huddled in the corner flinched violently as if frightened.

The new Professor Quirrell's full name: Quirinus Quirrell, is responsible for teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.Professor Quirrell is still very delicate just from his facial features and standing still.

His skin is pale, and once he speaks, he will look like a Parkinson's patient, his eyelids and lips will tremble together, and he always looks like he is frightened and has a nervous breakdown.

……

Time goes back to many days ago.

It seemed that Severus had been arguing with Principal Dumbledore for a long time because of this person, and it was not certain who would compromise in the end, because Cyril didn't know exactly what happened——in the two days when he just returned from France, he I'm going to be very busy in St. Mungo's pharmaceutical research and development department, just because a new experimental project has started in the laboratory.

When he rushed back from St. Mungo's tired body two days later (yes, he and his colleagues were forced to stay in the laboratory for two nights because of the rush), Professor Snape was sulking at himself in the potions laboratory.

The white fox boy carefully observed the dark professor, and then set his eyes on the experimental table in front of him.

There were dozens of bottles of cold medicine neatly stacked on the laboratory bench, and Cyril felt a little dizzy.

"Why do you suddenly want to make this?" Cyril reached out to touch it.

Then he was blocked by the black-haired black-eyed wizard with an arm.

"Sneezingweed, Mr. McLean."

"oh oh."

The boy withdrew his outstretched hand, twirling his index finger and thumb in mid-air.

"So I don't need to make cold medicine for at least two months?"

As if thinking of something, Cyril happily put her arms around the wizard's waist again.

Well, Cyril admitted in his heart that he just saw that Severus was in a bad mood and deliberately clingy.

"I might have sneezeweed powder on me, little troll."

Snape refused in a low voice, but there was no specific physical movement of resistance.

"It's okay, the director asked me to take a vacation. If I have hairy ears, I won't go out."

Snape turned his head slightly, just in time to see the boy's slightly wrinkled nose.

"Then pay attention to your identity, the school is no better than before." Snape snorted meaningfully.

Cyril rolled his eyes, probably knowing the crux of the problem.

"A newcomer is coming?"

"Newcomers appear in the school every year, and there are endless and countless first-year Achnatherum splendens."

The Hogwarts Potions Professor curled his lips in a nasty mood.

"You know what I'm talking about, Severus. Professor Richard, who taught us, resigned?" [Note] Cyril pointed out good-naturedly.

"Hmm." The wizard replied in a bad mood.

"Then you are not satisfied with the rookie? I remember you always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"You know, Cyril, it's not about the subject, let alone my desire to teach it." Snape interrupted contemptuously.

"Yes yes, I get it...so there's something wrong with the new professor. And it's probably related to that person."

Cyril comforted the irascible wizard like a child, planning to drag him out of the potions laboratory first.

Snape didn't speak, like before, and didn't resist, watching in silence as Cyril extinguished the fire under the cauldron and did simple finishing work.

"Have you had your dinner?"

The white fox boy hung his coat on the professor's hanger and asked without looking back.

No response received.

Cyril understood, and called Doudou directly, asking him to help make two simple dinners.

When dinner was served, the two sat on both sides.

"Now, can you tell me more about the new professor?"

"You just need to remember to stay away from him, and it's best not to have any intersection with him."

The wizard stopped the knife and fork in his hand, and spoke with a serious face.

Cyril nodded obediently at first, and then sighed pretending to be sad: "Severus, I am not a child anymore. Sometimes you can actually tell me more, for example, this time you can tell me some With the information you have learned, you should get used to no matter what happens in the future, the two of us will face it together."

Snape looked stunned, because for a full minute, this black-haired, black-eyed wizard with an anxious expression looked like a still three-dimensional painting, sitting motionless across from him, staring at the After dinner, he slowly raised his head again, looking at the boy who was eating lamb chops.

Cyril, as usual, didn't notice what he said at all, picked up the juice glass, and took a big sip.Then he accepted the wizard's gaze calmly.

After that, Snape lowered his head, swallowing the beef stew in his mouth.He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth lightly.

"Quirinus Quirrell, the incoming Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Ravenclaw grad... Rumor has it he's very talented...in the past. But I reserve my opinion. He's been on leave One year, I probably have a little impression, because when he came back to take NEWTs, I happened to take OWLs."

"That's quite young." Cyril nodded.

Snape was noncommittal about Cyril's evaluation, and continued: "He came back from Albania."

Cyril looked up, his gray-green eyes narrowed.

"Guess what I thought...Severus...my grandparents, when they didn't come back for my birthday this year...seem to have mentioned Albania in their letters."

"Not only that, you know that old Brad said that the man was looking for something, and Dumbledore brought it back. The thing is now in this castle. The man is bound to have it... What could be better? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just squeeze a person into the school?"

"Why don't you just arrest him directly. Since you doubt it?" Cyril felt that he couldn't keep up with the logic of the old headmaster.

"Because we still have a bold guess before then."

When Snape said this, he completely lost all appetite and pushed the dinner plate aside completely.

The wizard stared at the overlapping thumbs on the table, and said grimly: "We suspect that a living body can also be used as a Horcrux."

"Oh...huh?...Wait...what do you mean?"

Cyril didn't know what to think of, and the whole person was startled.

"This is still your Muggle friend's inspiration to Headmaster Dumbledore. We have studied a series of documents and found that there is no such clear statement in the past as: Living creatures cannot carry superfluous souls. "

"How can one body carry two different souls at the same time...wait..."

Something flashed through Cyril's mind quickly.

The white fox boy started to rummage through his Qiankun bag.

When the manuscript written by the vampire was brought out and placed on the table, Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise and did not disturb him. 【Letter Guide 147】The boy took a cursory look at the catalogue.

Then he directly turned the manuscript to the end - the destruction of the soul.

Because at that time, his mind was full of removing Severus' mark, and Cyril didn't read the content carefully, but just flipped through it roughly.

But the white fox boy clearly remembered that he didn't understand a few words in the chapter "The Destruction of the Soul".

It is this sentence: "The destruction of the soul does not mean the destruction of life."

"Redemption from destruction."

At that time, when he was reading that handbook, he only regarded this point of view as an expression of the author's world-weary mood, and never had any other, deeper thoughts.

"Severus, I think living Horcruxes are a possibility, and there seems to be a way around it."