Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Hey, isn't this the letter that whoever brought it back?" Godric looked closely for a while, and suddenly became excited.

"Who?" Cyril couldn't help asking.

"Ah, it is the ancestor of your dean. This is the letter he brought back from Italy. Back then, Helena wanted to study the soul, and asked Prince to ask for it. It seems that we also participated in the medicine mentioned here. Made it. Where did you find it?"

Godric put the helmet of the armor aside, and sat down next to Salazar. Salazar waved his hand, and an unknown drink floated into Godric's hand.

"It's the library under the kitchen you mentioned." Cyril stared at the crystal glass in Godric's hand, and then asked, "What did you drink, Godric?"

"Pumpkin juice, the pumpkin newly bred by Helga."

"Have Lord Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff returned?" Cyril blinked.

"Oh, they never left. It's just that they don't like to show up." Godric replied wantonly, raking back a handful of blond hair.

"Cyril, the potion."

Snape watched the topic rush away, and softly reminded him unbearably.

"Oh, yes... that potion. So, this potion was the Prince's potion from the beginning? Then you also helped in this regard, can I understand that?" Cyril asked seriously.

"Theoretically, Prince has always made potions more freely. This potion saved a little girl who was insane, and I haven't heard of anyone using it since then." Godric said lively answer.

"It's not insanity, it's soul boarding." Salazar corrected in a good-tempered manner.

"Oh, yes, soul boarding. To be honest... this method is really evil. Killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself eight hundred. Back then, Deluca helped his king solve the rebellions in many dependent countries, and several of them Almost all the people in the small country were killed. At that time, as long as there was a war, all the men and nobles in the country participated in the war. The father died in the battle and the son continued to fight. After a war, there were not many men left. Once the war was defeated, The rest were reduced to slaves, ranging from 60-year-olds down to 3-year-old children, with brands on their arms and faces." [Note] "Massacre warfare is what Muggles are best at. The so-called conquest is only It's just killing everyone who has the ability to resist."

Salazar snorted inexplicably.

"Well. But people..." Godric frowned.

"It can't be killed all the time." Salazar went on to add.

"Yes. Then something happened in the east window, there is a small country, it seems to be called..." Godric put down his glass, pinched the bridge of his nose lightly, and began to recall seriously.

"Esposito." - Salazar is as reliable as ever.

"That's right! Esposito—the Italian's surname is really a mouthful. This country has some connections with Germany. You know, the population was limited at that time, and there were only a few nobles. Marriage back and forth, all the royal families in Europe The nobles are all relatives of each other, it's just far and near."

"Germany has always been the leader in black magic in the world. I read the newspaper recently and found that it is still the same after so many years." Salazar complained bitterly.

Cyril watched the two people in the mural talking to each other, complementing each other seamlessly, feeling that he was forced to listen to a cross talk and eat a bucket of dog food that had been stored for thousands of years—— It smells so good!

No, no, no!

He's not single anymore, is he?He is a man with a partner!

Cyril moved to Snape's side, hugged the wizard's arm with two restless paws, feeling healed instantly.

"And then things are as you know." Godric summed up the story casually without distraction.

"???"

Cyril felt that the ending of this "black gothic fairy tale" told by the giant was a bit caught off guard and... unfinished?

"They don't know." Salazar said to the man beside him with some amusement.

"Oh? All right. Then I'll talk about it?"

Cyril the chicken pecked at the rice, Snape was expressionless.

"The old old king of Esposito was a Squib. His youngest son, who was an infant when the old king was killed, was saved by his mother by swapping him with a servant's child. No idea, he was a magical boy. Fleeing all the way to Germany with a loyal groom. Then learned a wicked black art."

"Rip the soul." Salazar hissed the word.

"Yes, after the split, he lodged his soul on that girl, and wanted to use that soul to control the girl and kill the girl's own father."

"This trick is troublesome enough, tossing back and forth in such a big circle..." Cyril let out a gasp like a toothache.

"No way, the Imperius Curse didn't exist at that time." Godric shrugged.

"Watching my little daughter being tortured, even the power of the whole country can't save her, and she is likely to be killed by my most beloved little daughter in the end... Tsk. It's a beautiful idea."

Salazar raised his legs, touched his rococo sleeves, and said softly.

"But the youngest daughter's mother, the Countess, found Prince." Godric shook his head and said with emotion.

"Prince likes to research new potions, and there is not one case of this kind of soul boarding in 1000 years."

When Salazar said this, Cyril glanced pointedly at the expressionless wizard beside him, and nodded secretly.

The two giants didn't care about the eye contact between a certain Slytherin heir and the current head of Slytherin.

Godric continued to tell the story with some hesitation: "Then Prince researched a new potion aimed at killing souls, and the ingredients of the potion... are very..."

Salazar summed it up in one word: "A perfect coincidence."

Godric nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, it's really Merlin who wants to save her."

"Oh, that little girl is quite famous, and later married a big Italian nobleman, what's her last name..."

Salazar's tone became uncertain when he said this.

"It seems to be... Kos..."

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, and he asked weakly, "... Costa?"

"Ah! Yes! It's Costa."

Cyril successfully turned into a stone sculpture.

Severus finally couldn't sit still anymore, and leaned forward: "So...you mean, this lady is also a member of the Costa family? Thousands of years ago?"

"Ah, yes. What's the problem?" Gryffindor asked "lovingly".

"My grandma...full name is Vera Dupont Costa." The white fox boy said flickeringly.

"Ah..." Godric exclaimed in a low voice, then closed his mouth, his blue eyes were full of gossip and schadenfreude.

"So my grandma's family made nursery rhymes about their ancestors' stories?" Cyril broke down a little.

"It's normal, don't be afraid. Really..." Godric comforted sincerely.

"One of my ancestors was a Muggle?" Cyril looked back at the wizard beside him, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"That's not necessarily true. At that time, there were quite a lot of squibs and wizards with unstable magic power among the nobles." Salazar kindly reminded.

"Then this potion was actually made by Severus' ancestors and then fed to my ancestors? And it's likely that Costa's family doesn't know now???"

Salazar raised an eyebrow.

Godric grinned.

Snape nodded.

Cyril's pink lips moved up and down for a while, and finally spit out a sentence: "Art comes from life..."

"..."

Seeing that Cyril couldn't recover for a while, Snape had no choice but to finalize the details himself, and briefly described everyone's situation with the giant.

"I don't know the specific potion steps. At that time, the school was being built, and there were a lot of chores. But we did provide Basilix's basilisk scales and Gord's phoenix fluff."

"And about this man who traveled thousands of miles every day? I guess it has something to do with the production of potions, but this man, thousands of years ago..." Snape frowned fiercely.

"Ah, Rowena lent them her own Time-Turner, no one," Godric added cheerfully.

Salazar's expression was the opposite of Lord Godric Gryffindor's worry.

"Can an ordinary converter be used? I remember that a piece of Hogwarts school history records that Her Excellency Rowena Ravenclaw's time converter has been damaged long ago." serious.

"Ordinary ones won't work, the accuracy is less than a second."

"God, Rowena dropped it, you forgot?" Sara looked at it as if she recalled something unhappy, and her whole body became gloomy.

The Salazar in the mural is very young. Many times, when you chat with him, it is difficult to bring him into the identity of the founder of the school except for his somewhat awkward old English.

But once he put away his casual tone and touching smile.The momentum belonging to the real snake ancestor was overwhelming.

Just like now, His Excellency Salazar Slytherin stared silently at a point in the void, his face was gloomy, and his beautiful clear green eyes became more colorful——transitioned from the green grassland to the ten thousand hectare forest.

Godric put away his cynical expression, put one hand on the shoulder of the wizard next to him, leaned his head closer, and spoke softly to the unhappy snake ancestor for a while, the armor on his body was affected by the movement. Make a "crunch, crunch" sound.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

After a while, Cyril saw the "Little Sun" lion ancestor comforting Salazar, and he changed the subject in an empathetic manner.

"We decided to go to Prince Manor in two days to find information about making this potion."

"Well, congratulations on inheriting what belongs to you." Salazar nodded, speaking to Severus.

"Haven't you heard, Sarah?"

Godric seemed to have thought of something interesting, and murmured, he moved closer to the wizard whose expression had improved slightly.

Salazar listened to a few words, and then lightly reprimanded the blond wizard: "Why are you so gossip!"

"It's very interesting! I've long felt that something was wrong... It's you who kept talking about me..."

Salazar pushed Godric away before he could finish the second half of his sentence.

"Sit well. Look at your sitting posture, in front of the junior, you don't look like that."

Godric curled his lips, wrinkled his nose, and collapsed himself on the sofa together with the "creaking" armor into a "big" character.

Before leaving, Cyril wrapped the minibus around his wrist, and Salazar handed the letter out from the mural again.

When Snape stepped forward to pick up the book, he heard Snake Ancestor say indifferently: "Treat him well."

Snape froze for a moment, it seemed difficult to connect a dose of potion with "treat him well".

After a full five or six seconds, the wizard turned his head stiffly. The dark eyes on the sharp-edged cheeks were deep, and he looked back at the snake ancestor without squinting. His thin lips parted slightly: "He is my air."