Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The whole of Hogwarts fell silent.

Gryffindor, who was about to move, was dumbfounded; Ravenclaw, who was watching strongly, was dumbfounded; Hufflepuff, who was out of state, was still out of state; Slytherin...

Slytherins were collectively petrified.

If this state is forcefully described, everyone's expression may be in an intermediate position between "happiness came too suddenly" and "I must have lost my mind when I got off the Hogwarts Express today".

Well, the whole of Slytherin is normal.

Like Draco Xiaolongbao Platinum Malfoy.

Xiao Long Bao stood up and began to applaud vigorously, two blushes of excitement flew up on his milk-colored face.

At this moment, Xiao Longbao's behavior undoubtedly seemed to be a switch, then Principal Dumbledore in the teacher's seat, and after that...the applause spread out with Dumbledore as the center.

The Slytherins were all excited. Looking from the teacher's bench, it looked like a pot of dark green boiling potion, tumbling up and down.

The cheers almost toppled the magical roof of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Is there anything more exciting than kidnapping the Savior back to your academy?

Probably not now!

……

Since that night 10 years ago, maybe even earlier...

Slytherin has always been in a state of acting low-key on the surface and recuperating; in fact, they are half dead, and they are pressed by their snake king to "don't make trouble".

When the Dark Lord was rampant in the wizarding world, many nobles surrendered.

As Leo said in the Prince Manor, in a war, no matter Muggles or wizards, the European tradition is that the nobles will go to the battlefield.

The aristocrats who had had a difficult life were involved successively in the so-called "just war" that was first dubbed "rejuvenation" and "prosperity".

Some people joined the war and massacre distortedly and fanatically; some people realized that the gain outweighed the loss in the middle of the war, and tried to withdraw; some people had no way of knowing whether it was worth it, and what the war was for, and their families were ruined early.

For ten consecutive years, the number of new students enrolled in Slytherin can be counted on the fingers.

Probably many people have already foreseen the decline of an academy, and the symbol of Slytherin will soon be dusted.

In such an environment, Snape took the lead, using his "ideas" and "skills" to manage a group of students under him.

The five consecutive years of the Academy Cup may be the best proof of Slytherin. 【Note 5】But even so, these are not more proud than harvesting a savior.

Harry Potter itself is like an official proof, even more buggy than the official proof.

Harry's arrival is like the salvation of the emerging, neutral Slytherins - voila!Who said Slytherin is the reserve of dark wizards!All four colleges are no different!The minor conflicts between students will never rise to the level of justice and evil again!

like! Big! general! Ben!

Is there any wood? !

In just one minute after Harry entered Slytherin, the mind of a caring person has already turned eighteen corners.

However, apart from the kind who have a heart and a heart, there is also a kind with a big heart...

Cyril laughed silently and fainted on the table.

Although the whole process - from his forehead touching the tablecloth in front to when he sat up straight and adjusted his expression, it only took five seconds.

The white fox boy got up from the table expressionlessly, and immediately affectionately held the arm of the wizard next to him under the table to express the most sincere and sincere comfort.

"Congratulations, Master Slytherin. Congratulations to the Savior and the Golden Boy."

Cyril tried hard to control her expression, trying not to gloat so much.

Snape was so stiff that he even forgot to clap.

He watched intently as the kid surnamed Potter jumped to the long Slytherin table with a shy and excited expression, and sat next to Draco.

The sky is falling.

thought Snape.

Compared with the sorting ceremony where Harry went to Slytherin, the latter part seemed quite satisfactory and lackluster.

At the beginning of the surname "W", Cyril found a red-haired freckled boy in Gryffindor.

"Another Weasley?"

The wizard next to him was probably still immersed in the fact that Potter's son was about to enter his academy and couldn't recover, so he didn't answer Cyril's question.

Cyril didn't care either, talking to himself.

"His family is really powerful... How many sons are there..."

The white fox boy slowly brought the topic to a magical angle, then he suddenly remembered that an old Prince suggested that he and Severus should hug each other for three years in the Prince Manor two days ago.

The Weasley family embraces two for three years, right...

Maybe more?

Not sure how Mrs. Molly Weasley did it...

Cyril's face began to redden visibly.

……

Harry sat on the table decorated with dark green and silver, the black tie on his shirt instantly turned into a silver and green checkered pattern, and the four-color school badge on his chest also became the Slytherin house badge.

A voice hissed like a snake came from the faint ear: "Slytherin."

It was amazing, because Harry wasn't sure if others could hear such a sentence, it wasn't loud, but it seemed to be right next to his ear.

But then, the blue-eyed boy put the episode behind him and rushed to his friend's side - Draco reserved a seat for him.

"Great! Harry!" Draco Xiaolongbao's little voice soared a little bit.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, and welcome to Slytherin. I'm John White. Senior Year Seven."

John was sitting opposite the freshmen, and at this moment he had to lament the "divine prediction" of his best friend Cyril.

I remembered that when Cyril said that he would stay in school, he added a special item in the letter, to the effect that if the savior——Harry Potter was assigned to Slytherin, then please ask him to take care of it.

"Harry is just a little wizard whose parents died and his childhood was not happy, but he is very cute. If he enters Slytherin, please take care of him. Just treat him as a cute little boy. "

Seeing this at the time, he felt that Cyril was invincible and whimsical.

How did the savior come to Slytherin?

Now I have to say that the savior has indeed come to Slytherin, and he has a really good relationship with Malfoy.

Harry accepted the pleasantries and greetings from the people around him who tried hard to restrain but couldn't. The sorting was drawing to a close.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood up.

The white-bearded old man looked at the students in the audience and the teachers on the teacher's bench with a smile on his face, and then opened his arms: "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts, a big magical family. Before the dinner, let us welcome the newcomers Students and new teachers. I think everyone has seen that we have new faces on the faculty seat, and you may even feel that the new faces are no strangers."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a low, kind laughter from the audience.

Xi Ruier straightened his sitting posture on the teacher's bench, smiled slightly, and looked upright as a teacher.

"Professor Quinnus Quirrell will take over as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Welcome!"

Quirrell, who was wearing a big turban, stood up timidly, and there was not much applause from the audience. Quirrell only stood up for less than five seconds, and then sat down quickly.

"Of course, in addition to Professor Quirrell, we have added two new positions this year, namely: Assistant Potions Teaching Assistant and Assistant Pharmacist in the Medical Wing. Welcome our old friend Cyril McLean!"

The students, who were obviously not interested just now, all came to life, and some seventh graders, led by Slytherin, started cheering and whistling.

Harry and Draco contributed no less applause and cheers than the seventh year seniors.

"That's great, Draco! Brother Cyril is so good!! Senior John just said that Brother Cyril graduated from Slytherin early!" -Harry's emerald eyes sparkled, and he stood up Clap along.

"Yeah! My dad said he's likely to be a great master of medical potions in the future!" - Draco tried to restrain his excitement, but his little hands clapped loudly.

Cyril stood up with a smile and bowed sincerely to everyone.

"Hogwarts is home to all of us. We love her, and she loves each of us deeply. I hope that every student will come back often after graduation."

As the old wizard spoke, he lifted his half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose with emotion.

"Okay, I think everyone is hungry, so I, the old man, will stop talking and delay everyone's meal. Before the banquet starts, I will say a few last words, that is: idiot! Scream! Dregs! Twist!" [Note 2] Dumbledore bowed deeply after saying this: "Thank you everyone!"

Then sat down again.

Everyone applauded and cheered, and then the table was full of delicious food in an instant, and the banquet was pushed to a climax again.

Harry stared at the table in amazement. There were lamb chops, steaks, pork chops, piles of roasted wings, baked potatoes, potato chips, french fries, and fish fillets.

The most amazing thing is that John was the first to snatch three small plates of large meatballs that looked like Swedish meatballs, with a fragrant sauce on top.

"Come on, daily specials, four happy meatballs - the dishes of Xi Ruier's hometown. Primary school students must remember, in the future, grab the daily specials first, these are limited!"

John said and put two plates of meatballs in front of Harry and Draco's table.

"Four happy balls?"

Harry stared at the green eyes, curious to see that there was a small flower carved out of carrots on top of the ball.

"Ah, actually it doesn't seem to be the name. But it doesn't matter, cut it into the dipping sauce, it tastes great, and the bread is also delicious." John said and took a big bite.

"Oh, by the way, you should also pay attention when the desserts are served later, and you should grab the ones that are usually placed in small bamboo boxes first."

Harry nodded reassuringly.

Draco stared at the meatball in front of him, held back for a long time, and finally said: "It seems to be called SI-XI-WAN-ZI. I ate it at Uncle Severus's."

John's eyes lit up: "That's right, that's the name."

Harry immediately cast admiring glances at his friends around him.

Satisfied, Draco shook out the napkin in front of him.

……

"Assistant McLean... I have a little question about potions, can I ask you for a while... for a while?"

Cyril, who was fighting with a piece of roast chicken, suddenly heard someone calling his name not far away.

When I looked up, I saw Quirrell who was looking this way.

Of course, before he saw Quirrell, he had seen Severus putting the knife and fork back in place.

"..."

Cyril didn't know how to refuse for a while, it seemed that this was the first time that Professor Quirrell took the initiative to talk to himself.

"Professor Quirrell." Sure enough, within a minute, a deep voice came from beside him.

"Ah, S...S...Professor Snape." Quirrell seemed even more stuttering.

"I thought... I was the Potions professor at Hogwarts." Severus wiped the oil-free corner of his mouth gently with a napkin.

"..."

Quirrell looked nervous and wanted to die instantly.

"So, what's the matter, please don't step over me, okay? After all...McLean's assistant teacher has just joined the job, and it's reasonable...I know a little more than him...What do you think?"