Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape walked to Cyril's side at some point, squinted his eyes, and read the Italian text on the notebook with him.

He took a piece of parchment and cast a translation spell.

"The potion of the mysterious race?" The wizard's deep voice was right next to Cyril's ear.

"I guess it refers to the potion. The most urgent thing now is to find the corresponding formula and the correct cooking steps."

Cyril pointed to the last text that seemed to be an Italian poem, and said slowly.

Snape frowned and stared at the parchment that was translated from the manuscript. He pondered for a moment, and said in a relaxed tone: "It shouldn't be too difficult. In the past...especially in the era of the Big Four, almost all potion recipes were written in ancient English poems. It's recorded. It's hard to understand. Especially since this letter comes from the secret room under the kitchen, I think it's time to find Lord Salazar Slytherin."

"Italian poetry like Old English poetry?" Cyril looked up curiously.

"Correct."

"Then can I ask my grandmother, Vera, maybe there will be clues."

Cyril didn't know what to think of, and started to take communication charms from the Qiankun bag.

"Ah."

Snape took the manuscript again, and began to turn it back and forth, without looking up, he said, "I'll take a look at this first, and give your grandmother Vera a copy of this poem."

"Okay."

……

Vera wrote back quickly, and she was surprised to say that the poem was not a particularly serious literary work, but that they would sing nursery rhymes when they were children, and it was also a bedtime fairy tale.

The general idea is: "There was once an earl who had a beloved little daughter.

The earl fought with the king all the year round when he was young, and he was brave and brutal. In his later years, he made countless enemies.

One of his enemies summoned an evil mage to curse the earl's beloved old man, his only 12-year-old daughter -- in revenge.

From that day on, the youngest daughter would have terrible dreams every time she fell asleep.

Because of the constant nightmares, he became increasingly haggard.

The count couldn't bear his daughter's suffering, so he asked around.Across a strait, I found an old woman who could make magic potions in a distant country—the old woman lived in a castle on a cliff by the sea.

The old woman said that she could cook a magical potion for the little girl, but making the potion needed some important things, and the little girl's family had to find them by themselves.

The first item is a piece of armor for the green-eyed uncle's pet.According to legend, the green-eyed uncle also lives in a castle, and his pet has three indestructible and lethal weapons, but such characteristics make his pet easy to bring danger to other people, so this pet does not see the sun all year round and is very lonely.

The little girl's elder brother promised to find a fairy who can make magical and exquisite props, and make a prop for the green-eyed uncle's pet so that it can freely enter and exit the castle.

Uncle Green Eyes is happy and provides what they need.

The second thing comes from the mysterious kingdom of the East.It is an amazing plant.Its leaves are as hard as shellfish, and they move automatically without wind, and when they touch each other, there will be a soft sound of wind chimes.

It takes ten years to grow leaves and a hundred years to bloom.And what they need is a precious white leaf.

The little girl's fiancé personally followed the sea merchant at that time to the east by boat, and after climbing over ten thousand high mountains and going through hardships and obstacles, he obtained the precious leaf from a worldly expert.

The third thing is the hardest hair in the world.The owner of the hair is no different from ordinary people at birth, so the hair is not special.

But by chance or fate——after being burned from the depths of their souls, their body functions have been completely strengthened, so their hair has become extremely hard, like a steel wire for cutting.Because the texture of her hair is too strong, it can only be obtained if the other party voluntarily gives it.

The little girl's second brother found the holy city, prayed to the local guardian, and finally got a precious golden hair.

The fourth item is the fluff of the phoenix.According to legend, there is a kind of immortal creature in this world, unless they choose to disappear by themselves, they can survive forever.

In the story, the little girl's elder brother accidentally found the phoenix when he was looking for the green-eyed uncle. The green-eyed uncle's lover happened to own a phoenix. The green-eyed uncle was happy that his pet was free, and his lover A generous gift of phoenix fluff.

The fifth thing is the most mysterious.It can turn lead into silver and touch stone into gold. It is said that those who own it can jump out of the limitation of time, abandon all desires, and obtain the legendary eternity.

Put it in the mithril cauldron where the potion was boiled, do not touch it from the beginning to the end, and fish it out at the end.

This thing is in France, which happens to be the hometown of the count's wife, the little girl's mother.They searched for a long time, and finally found its owner. The owner had no desires, was very generous, and generously lent it to them.

In the end, when making the potion, the old lady found a capable person who could travel thousands of miles a day, and made the potion ahead of time.

The Earl's youngest daughter was finally cured.I haven't been bothered by nightmares since.

"

Cyril stared at the long letter in his hand for a while, and finally stuttered and asked the wizard beside him: "Severus, look... Are you sure this is not a fairy tale? Collect all the seven dragon balls and summon the dragon." What?"

Snape took the letter from the boy's hand without showing a trace of indifference.

"I've heard the story."

After a long while, the wizard spoke in a low voice, with a subtle tone.

"Ok?"

The white fox boy's eyes sparkled like Columbus's discovery of the New World of America.It was hard to imagine someone like Severus listening to stories.

"?"

Snape withdrew his thoughts, looked back blankly, and questioned what was wrong.

"Bedtime stories? Severus. You listen to bedtime stories, too?"

Cyril blinked, anticipation palpable.

Snape ignored his little troll's expression of beating up, and said calmly and plainly: "It probably happened when I was very young, my mother told me the story. Maoxin...Three brothers And the story of Death...the Wonderful Cauldron...and...the story, the Earl's Daughter."

"Oh? Then, could Mr. Snape reveal a little bit, what story does little Mr. Snape like best?"

Cyril said, and then squeezed directly onto the single chair of the wizard, and climbed up with careless hands. After finding several seats, he was not satisfied, and finally sat down on the overlapping chair of the wizard. on the thigh.

The whole movement of the black-haired and black-eyed wizard froze for a while—maybe only a few seconds, Severus sighed softly, lifted the boy in his arms up, and then lifted the upturned The right leg came off the left so that Cyril could sit a little more firmly.

Cyril grabbed his shoulders and answered with a small smile, "Little Severus likes "The Magical Cauldron" the most, doesn't he?"

"Big Mr. Snape" said with a chest tremor, and said with a low smile, "In fact, it's the opposite. I don't think "The Magical Crucible" is very useful. I always ask Irene to tell "The Earl's Daughter."

Cyril tightened his arms when he heard the words, and asked sinisterly: "Because you have a little daughter??? Like a little princess? Was Mr. Snape so precocious when he was young?"

"At that time... At first, I wanted to be like an old lady living in a castle by the sea, omnipotent. But when I grew up...I found that I wanted to make a potion like that, so that I could give Tobia all Go in." Snape also grinned sullenly.

From the time the two got together, Snape began to occasionally talk about his childhood or past school days.

At this time, Cyril would deliberately ignore the unhappiness or small sadness that Severus occasionally mentioned.He thought it would be good to let Severus speak out, but the wizard probably just wanted to talk, and it was good to have a listener who understood him, and didn't need too much verbal feedback.

So, just like chatting with the two, the white fox boy kissed the wizard's cheek, and then laughed and said: "Mr. Snape, your thoughts are really dangerous, do you know that?"

"I've always been dangerous... so, boy, did you just find out?" Snape snorted softly.

"Yeah, it's horrible. I want to run if I want to be here."

The white fox boy said with a smile, but his buttocks sat firmly on Snape's lap, and he didn't intend to move at all.

Snape tightened his arm around Cyril, holding Granny Vera's reply in the other.

"So, is it to prove that your mother... Irene knows something about this potion, since she knows the story." Cyril asked seriously.

"Remember the old lady who made potions in the seaside castle mentioned in the story?"

"You mean..."

"I have this guess."

"Oye! Mr. Snape, can we go to your manor again?" The boy's gray-green eyes sparkled.

"It's actually your manor, Mr. McLean." The black-haired, dark-eyed wizard replied calmly.

……

Before they were about to leave for Prince Manor, they went to the secret room first.Take the minibus back to the "natal home" to visit the "old leader", and ask about the letter by the way.

His Excellency Salazar Slytherin was still sitting elegantly and noblely on the sofa. When he saw the letter in Cyril's hand, he recalled it for a while.

"Let me see, boys. It's been so long that I can't possibly remember every book here."

As Salazar said, he stretched out a hand from the painting, and Cyril passed the letter over immediately with a wink.

In the next second, the person in the mural on the wall had an oil painting letter in his hand.

"Don't worry, Salazar. We're just interested in the record of a potion inside." Cyril sat obediently aside.

At this time, the blond-haired and blue-eyed Lord Gryffindor came from a distance on a horse, and the sound of horseshoes was endless.

I saw him jumping off his horse under a big tree in the picture on the wall, took off his helmet, and then came with a big horse wearing armor.

"Good day, Cyril and Severus. What are you talking about?" The blond wizard shone like a midday sun.

"They are discussing this manuscript, and they want to make this potion." Salazar raised something in his hand.