Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Oriental Plants—RUN·B·Z?"

Cyril pointed to the abbreviation in all capitals and read it out word by word, always feeling that the name of this plant was very familiar.

The boy recalled Vera's description in the letter before: "It is a magical plant. Its leaves are as hard as shellfish, and it is automatic without wind. When it touches, there will be a light chime 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. "

Thousands of high mountains...Kunlun?

Ten years of leaf growth, hundred years of flowering...

Isn't this the Runbei strain? ! !

Now, Cyril feels more and more that this is probably because Merlin can't bear to see Xiao Ha suffering, so he wants Xiao Ha to get rid of Voldemort's troubles as soon as possible!

"Speaking of... Severus?"

Cyril thought of something again at this moment, and looked over in confusion.

"what's up?"

"Did there be that thing before the Philosopher's Stone? I always thought it was only in the past few hundred years."

"I'm thinking about that too. Nothing is created overnight, especially when it comes to life-related subjects. Alchemy was far more advanced in Salazar Slytherin's time than we are now. I guess... magic back then Stone—that is, the Philosopher’s Stone, will be somewhat different from the current one, or it may be in a state of primary stage. But the problem should not be big, because anyway, the role of the Philosopher’s Stone in the Soul Eater potion is actually It has always been an existence between a catalyst and a stabilizer. It itself does not participate in the exchange of magic power particles."

It was the first time for Cyril to hear Severus talk about alchemy, and she instantly became star-eyed.

After Snape finished speaking, he met the adoring eyes of the white fox boy, and his tone was also tinged with a subtle smile.

"What? Can't the potions professor know some other knowledge?"

"Wow! Severus. Every time I feel like I'm getting a little closer to you, you show me a little bit of your other strengths. I feel like I'll never be able to catch up with you."

Cyril pouted half-truthfully, and then reached out for a comforting hug.

In front of the portraits of Prince's ancestors, Snape didn't want to have these intimate actions, but the corners of the little troll's eyes drooped slightly, the tip of his nose was wrinkled, and his mouth was half pouted—this was the most irresistible look for him ( Cyril, as a pseudo-white fox Gaslytherin whose species can’t be seen in many cases, finally still has a bit of cunning and witty in acting like a baby), the dark potions professor half-opened his arms in a very good-natured manner .

"Why are you chasing me, boy? I've been here." Cyril heard a very soft reply.

Cyril found that Severus, who was sometimes not good at words and couldn't communicate well with others, really got full marks when it came to love words.

"... Now I finally understand why they didn't get married and have children right away." ——a portrait of Prince dryly said to Sophie who ran into his frame while stroking his white beard.

"Love is such a beautiful and magical thing...they are so cute! Let's talk about people who are in love for a while!" Sophie clasped her hands together and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

……

After the two returned from Prince Manor, they sorted out a detailed potion making procedure, and found that the only thing missing was the vampire's hair and Ravenclaw's time-turner.

They first went to the Hogwarts principal's office to report on "work progress".

Principal Dumbledore showed great interest and unparalleled joy in the news brought by the two, the old man stood up almost dancing, and walked around the entire principal's office several times.

"That's great...it's really good!"

"Actually, there are still some details about this potion that have not been finalized."

Cyril blinked, although it was interesting to see Principal Dumbledore jumping around like a child in the room, but the white fox boy still couldn't help but want to speak clearly, even if it was very cold water.

"I know... the hair of the blood race and Lord Ravenclaw's Time-Turner." Dumbledore stopped in his tracks and adjusted his glasses discreetly.

Cyril looked back at the wizard beside him, and continued to add: "Severus and I don't think the Volturi would be willing to donate a single hair casually... Judging from the last contact, they didn't They are so friendly...not to mention, from ancient times to the present...things like hair and curses are inseparable..."

"Yeah yeah, but someone can provide it. I guess..."

After finishing this sentence, the old headmaster with the white beard became happy on his own, and couldn't help continuing to babble: "My worst plan was to train Harry well in the past few years and fight a protracted war with Tom. When Harry becomes an adult , Find a chance to have the soul piece in Harry's body wiped out by Tom himself."

Snape moved uneasily on the sofa, his tone became cold: "Principal Dumbledore, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you remember last month when you took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy a wand? After Cyril accidentally mentioned it last time, I have been thinking about the meaning of this destined enemy. Tom in the soul state is the murderer. Immortal, that means...you have to restore Tom's wandering soul—the soul that just met old Brad this year. If you help him restore his body...the entire magic world can use no more than Both. Severus, I think you know what I'm talking about."

Snape's complexion turned very bad, his lips trembled, and finally he spat out an uncommon term: "Resurrection Potion."

"Yes, and the resurrection potion needs the bones of relatives, the flesh of servants and the blood of enemies. Even though Tom has many enemies, from what I know about Tom, he will definitely choose Harry's blood. Harry's blood belt With his mother’s sacrifice and protection, once Tom is resurrected, he must carry Lily’s protection for Harry. As long as Tom is alive, he will not be able to really kill Harry himself. At that time, I will give these three things to For Harry, make sure he survives the confrontation with Voldemort and kills the soul piece in him."

Dumbledore said, and pushed the three things on the table in front of everyone.

Two of them were familiar to Cyril - the ring attached to Barty and Dumbledore's own Elder Wand.

"That is……"

Snape frowned, staring hard at another silver-white thing neatly folded like fabric on the table.

"James's Invisibility Cloak." Dumbledore's answer confirmed Snape's conjecture.

Snape snorted hard and didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of disgust for the Invisibility Cloak.

Cyril thought of the memories of Severus, and felt that he understood Severus' mood at the moment... It's just that these three things are put together...

"You think of it too, Cyril?"

Dumbledore is like a professor who is developing students' thinking in the classroom, persuasive and persuasive.

"I thought of a fairy tale, Principal Dumbledore." Cyril replied dryly.

"Then let me make a bold guess. Cyril thought of "The Legend of the Three Brothers" in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet."

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster."

"Call me Albus, boy. You're right."

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion and topic, and he had already graduated, Cyril really felt that he was in class——Principal Dumbledore's tone sounded like he was going to give Slytherin five points. .

Everyone is training a crash course on "How to Raise the Golden Boy of the Savior" and the like.

"So the legend is true? I mean... avoiding death... resurrecting... can't lose or anything?"

"Things never come out of nowhere." Dumbledore stroked his beard.

Cyril felt that he wanted to lament the sentence he hadn't said in 7 years: "It's all magical like magic!"

"Albus, so after you suspected that the boy was a Horcrux, you decided to keep him as a pig for slaughter?"

Snape's tone was very bad, even his voice became louder, and the last word was trilled.

Cyril patted the arm of the wizard next to him reassuringly, and then lightly grasped Snape's hand propped on the chair, which was bruised from tension.

Snape held the white fox boy's little paw with his backhand, his chest was still heaving up and down - he was really angry.

"Severus, after all, we can't treat Harry like we treat the Slytherin locket, let the basilisk take a bite? What's more, the ordinary harm spell can't hurt the Horcrux at all, but it still treats Harry very well." deadly."

"So, you expect that the soul piece on that boy can only be removed by that person himself?" Snape asked weakly.

"I planned this way before, and it was the worst plan. But you gave me a better choice. I have to say, Cyril, you can always surprise me."

Dumbledore took a sip of hot milk tea contentedly, and could feel his joy from the inside out.

"All of this is the best arrangement. It will not involve more innocent people, and it can achieve the goal. I guess you plan to deal with the Horcrux together at the end?" Cyril instantly understood Dumbledore's intention New plan, nodded and asked.

"Yes, on the one hand to dispel Tom's vigilance, and on the other hand to avoid alarming the enemy."

The old principal took out a large box of new snacks from the drawer and pushed it forward.

"Mr. Black brought it from Italy, would you like to try it?"

Cyril graciously accepted.

Snape declined the late "afternoon tea", and asked with a frown: "Albus, do you have any ideas or plans about the two things that are missing in the potion mentioned earlier? Vampire hair..."

"Oh, did I tell you that little Mr. Black didn't come back alone this time?"

"It seems that the elders of the Volturi family mentioned it. He found a partner." Cyril held the snack, swallowed a mouthful, and joined the discussion.

"Yes, Mr. Black's partner is kind and generous. He is a rare and gentle blood. I guess he is willing to help. It just so happens that the two of them approached me before, and they wanted to meet Mr. Black's savior—you guys. , thank you very much.”

"That's really good news! I don't need to thank you, but I am very honored to be able to make friends with a hero like Mr. Black."

"That would be great, I'll be back to make arrangements, they're at Black's old house. As for the Time-Turner..."

"As an aside, it's the second-accurate time-turner - Lord Ravenclaw's," Snape emphasized.

"Yes, yes, I think I need to visit the Ministry of Magic. But don't get your hopes up too much, because there is only one thing with historical records... However, don't worry too much. From preparation to start, you should first put your I’ve done what I’ve done, and I’ll figure out the rest.”

Holding the detailed potion instructions that Cyril handed him in his hand, Dumbledore nodded to himself.

"Contact Mr. Black as soon as possible. The production cycle of the Soul Eater Potion is long, and it has been produced once. I am not fully sure." Snape made a concluding speech.

"Okay, Severus, are you sure you don't want to try some pastries?"

Headmaster Dumbledore didn't forget to recommend his own snacks before Snape was about to get up.

"It's really unnecessary. Thank you."

Snape nodded hastily, took away the parchment with the Soul Eater Potion on the table, and picked up Cyril who was sitting beside him.

"Oh, yes. Congratulations." Dumbledore's voice came from behind.

Cyril was puzzled for a few seconds at first, and blushed when he saw the handshake between himself and Snape following Dumbledore's line of sight.

"However, as the headmaster, I still have to say a few words in an unsightly way. We understand the two of you...the love is just beginning. But please exercise a little restraint...after all, this is a school, of course...you are at home and outside...no matter what, you are OK."

As he said that, Principal Dumbledore specially gave Cyril a meaningful look, which made Cyril even more embarrassed.

Want to disappear immediately.

"I have my own measure, Albus. Remember to send a copy of Phoenix fluff to my office, goodbye."

Snape quickly turned around and pushed open the door of the principal's office, his face flushed, and Cyril, who didn't know what to say, walked through the long corridors and stairs to the Slytherin cellar.