Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril didn't hear Snape's affectionate confession, otherwise he would have been so happy to throw the fox's tail out on the spot.

The two received a lot of news from the founder, and walked out of the secret room satisfied.

"So troublesome Assistant Professor McLean, who has always been 'busy', make time on the weekend and take me back to Prince Manor."

Snape walked beside Cyril, the two had long legs, and the legs wrapped in four black trousers took big strides, walking very fast along the way.

"My honor, Professor Snape." The white fox boy grinned as a response.

……

The weekend before school starts.

Brighton seaside in southern England.

The two appeared in the Prince Manor directly with the portkey on a sunny Saturday.

Snape led the way, Cyril followed.

"It was only when I came back that I suddenly remembered, is Duoji still at Doudou's place?"

Cyril's tone was a little annoyed.

The boy patted himself on the forehead, he was really too busy recently, and neglected many things - such as the house elf who was still in the form of a baby.

"Duoji is in China now, staying with your biscuit to learn etiquette. School is about to start, Doudou has her own job and has gone back to school."

Snape said as he opened the door.

"Ah, I think it's really irresponsible to be the owner of the house elves, I actually forgot about Dorji!"

"It's not your fault, everyone is really busy with work recently, and I am also responsible." Snape hissed back.

"Son, your conversation now is really like a pair of young parents, discussing about children's education, do you really not think about getting married right away?"

The portrait in the corridor suddenly opened its mouth, forcing two wizards who were striding forward to stop abruptly.

"..."

Cyril, who was deeply blaming himself, shut his mouth in fright.

"Cyril is still young, Sophie." Severus replied with his usual expression.

Sophie gave an inelegant "tsk" and gave a look that everyone knew well, but was ignored by the serious-looking Snape.

The white fox boy who was mentioned as "still young" stared back innocently with gray-green round eyes.

"It's a pity, August and I made a bet that you two can get things done this year." Sophie blinked playfully.

"Actually, it's not too young. Your grandfather was engaged at the age of 15 and graduated and married at the age of 17." Another portrait of a bearded wizard suggested sincerely in a rough voice—the tone was like a Gryffindor.

"It's really okay to get married now and hold the two together for three years. It's perfect to share one with McClain and one with Prince." Another white-bearded grandfather watched the excitement with a pure expression.

"Early birth and early worry-free, the whole family can help you educate..." A grandfather who looked very thin pushed his glasses.

"..."

Cyril's face has turned into a big ripe tomato.

"Look, you made him shy. Little Cyril, what's the matter today?" One of the twin ladies asked softly.

"Hello, Grandma Antonia. Let's find an ancient potion formula and production steps." Cyril replied obediently as he stepped down the donkey.

“叫我安东尼娅就好，小甜心。找魔药资料的话……20世纪到19世纪的去问莱奥；19世纪到18世纪的问伊诺思；18世纪到17世纪的……”

"Excuse me, from 990 to 1000 AD?"

Snape directly interrupted Antonia's time index.

"Oh! Then you have to go to the wall of the study Leo to find it yourself. The ancestors before the 11th century are not willing to come out. I wish you good luck, dear!"

Antonia fanned it twice with a lace fan and suggested it warmly.

"Ok, thank you!"

Cyril thanked and gave a soft smile, and Snape nodded along beside him.

The two walked quickly into the library-like library, then went straight to the subject, and entered the inner laboratory where Leo's portrait was located.

This time Cyril figured it out. Last time he accidentally touched a raised wood carving pattern on the side of a bookcase, so he met Grandpa Leo.Press it directly this time, the bookcase is opened, and the room is revealed.

The two walked into the laboratory, and Leo was already sitting there waiting, his black eyes shining dimly.

Apparently an ancestor of the family ran over and greeted him in advance.

"Severus, Cyril." Leo nodded and greeted in a low voice.

"Good day, Grandpa Leo."

"Leo."

"Sophie said that you are looking for the potion record in 990 AD, the position on the upper right side of my portrait...these are the parchment scrolls." Leo straight to the point and directed the way.

It could be seen that the old man wanted to chat more with the two juniors, but he was not good at words, he opened his mouth a few times and then closed it again.And his grandson was even less verbal than he was—perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that Professor Snape was not very verbal in normal conversation.

The two are like two black gourds with sawn mouths, one looks down at the parchment rolled down from the bookshelf, and the other sits in the portrait with a gloomy expression at the corners of his eyes, but he is quietly observing.

Cyril looked around, although he really wanted to go forward to help his professor find something, but he couldn't bear to see the hope flickering in the old man's black eyes similar to Severus'.

"Grandpa Leo."

In the end, the considerate white fox boy walked to the side of the portrait with a "batabada" and sat down on the soft stool next to him.

"My child. What medicine are you looking for?" Leo turned his gaze.

"We saw a story in a magical handbook before, and found that it seemed to mention a kind of potion."

"Oh? What story?"

"The Earl's Daughter."

"what."

Leo sighed softly, and then the whole painting seemed to stand still—becoming an ordinary oil painting.

About half a minute later, Leo in the portrait "lived" again, as if nothing had happened, and said plainly: "This story is one of the bedtime stories we Prince told the cubs. I used to Told Eileen about..."

"Irene told Severus." Cyril answered gently.

Leo seemed relieved that Irene continued the small family tradition for Severus: "Yes. Because this story and legend happened in real life, the one who made the potion back then should be Prince's third Homeowner."

"Then do you know this potion?"

"Of course, the soul stabilizing potion was developed from this potion. After that... probably from the 14th to the 17th century, wizards started a movement similar to liberating life and soul... thinking that studying the soul is right There was no respect for wizards' lives, and the research on this kind of soul potion was also banned at that time. So there were few people who continued to study it afterwards."

Leo's dark eyes dimmed, as if he felt sorry for the soul potion.

"From the 14th century to the 17th century?" Cyril's eyes flashed, and he specifically confirmed it.

"Yes, child." Leo answered patiently.

"Muggles also made some moves from the 14th century to the 17th century. It was the Renaissance. It was human-centered, and some humanistic ideas emerged and carried forward from this time."

"This is normal. Wizards shuttle among Muggles, and Muggles also infiltrate the wizarding world. Not only is the rise of ideas, but also wars and revolutions complement each other."

Leo raised his arm, and Cyril found that there were two glasses of iced freshly squeezed juice with fine drops of water on the small coffee table beside him, which looked extremely attractive.

"Drink it. Made with Sophie's backyard fruit. Delicious."

Leo dryly recommended the drinks on the table and raised his chin. He was obviously not very good at communicating with juniors, especially in this kind of "grandfather and grandson filial piety" scene.

Cyril picked up one of the cups, and the fragrance of apples, peaches and pears hit her face, and she happily took a big sip.

"I thought there were no house elves in the castle. Dorje was the only one." The white fox boy narrowed his eyes contentedly.

"Any house inhabited by people will have spirituality as long as it has been inhabited for a long time." Leo replied.

"Severus, come and taste this glass of juice! It's delicious~!" Cyril waved slightly, intending to lure his awkward professor to the awkward Leo.

Snape paused while searching for the parchment, and then walked over in a few steps.Seeing the yellow drink on the table, his eyebrows curled into the word "Chuan".

Merlin's socks!He really doesn't like drinks that are so sweet that they stick to his throat.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Cyril shook her leg and added, "Pure juice, not so sweet."

Leo was also a little stiff because of the approach of his real grandson, and he returned to a static oil painting posture, with the corners of his eyes drooping, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides, and he did not move.

"Grandpa Leo, you haven't talked about the key point, the potion?" Cyril reminded kindly.

The old man in the oil painting moved, cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, and said in a more flat tone: "The name of that potion is - Soul Devouring Potion. Swallows incomplete souls. I remember a parchment scroll, There are detailed records in the volume tied with iron chains. I read it out of curiosity when I was young, but the potion ingredients inside are indeed a problem..."

Among the piles of sheepskin scrolls, Cyril found the gray-colored sheepskin scroll tightly bound by iron chains, and handed it to Severus.

Severus gulped down the juice in his hand and untied the chain with his wand.

The handwriting on the parchment scroll is somewhat blurred, and it uses an ancient script, and Cyril can only understand a small part of it.

"It's Basque, which was used in Basque, Spain and France a long time ago, and it's similar to Spanish." Snape explained in a low voice.

"Does the translation spell work?"

"It's useful. I used the translation spell before." Leo stood up and said a few words at the right time.

Snape took out the parchment from his interspatial bag and cast the translation spell. Cyril leaned next to the wizard and watched the wizard's series of operations intently.

"In the early stage: the scales of the basilisk, the fluff of the phoenix, the sun orchid, and the dried nettles are boiled at low temperature for a month, and the copper crucible is used for potion production. stone as a stabilizer.

Mid-term: Blood clan hair, leaves of a magical oriental plant named RUN·B·Z, jumping roots, horns of bicorns boiled at high temperature for 7 days, copper crucibles, potions are best made in an open-air environment close to the mid-air in the west , can be directly exposed to sunlight and moonlight, and rotate 7 times counterclockwise every day.With magic stone as a stabilizer.

Late stage: Change to a mithril crucible, add dragon blood, blood voluntarily donated by unicorns, and scarab blood, supplemented by powerful magic power, just indoors, and keep boiling for 7 hours.

Note: When changing the crucible, potion boiling position, and fire size, it is best to complete it in an instant.But resolutely do not use magic power, to avoid the change of the nature of the potion caused by the collision of magic power factors.So an extremely fast wizard mate or a second-accurate Ravenclaw Time-Turner is also a good choice. "