Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Life at Hogwarts is slowly getting back on track.

Of course ignoring the night tour the next morning, the episode where Professor Snape Moses Fenhai appeared at the Slytherin table and threw peace to Cyril.

"Where the black robe goes, people are turned upside down, the lower grades weep, the upper grades are silent, even the owls refuse to deliver letters to the Slytherin table. I saw the night walker drop a magic bomb, blowing up the evil Slytherins Into the Hogwarts skies." - Excerpt from Hogwarts Little Prophet editor: Gryffindor Piglets

The reality is actually not so exaggerated and tragic. In short, Professor Snape passed the long table in black as usual, and threw the peace back to the half-race boy, while Gene, who was sitting opposite, choked on oatmeal, pure It was an accident.

Because of the blessing of the potion professor, Cyril has a special oriental magic pet that is instantly known to everyone.

"Legends are descendants of the Eastern gods..." A Hufflepuff passing by casually said to his partner.

"I heard that they are the descendants of ancient dinosaurs. They transform at the full moon and howl..." a Gryffindor said while making movements.

"That's a werewolf, thank you. I think it might turn into a human. It is rumored that the wizards in the East are actually cultivated from animals. McClane may be bringing his own brother..." A Ravenclaw girl was proud raised his head.

Cyril only understood a small part, but those exaggerated movements were enough for him to laugh.

The boy smiled and put the potions textbook on the long table into his schoolbag, and the "Thousands Use of Herbs" was stacked with the potions textbook.

He has already memorized the herbs that start with the letter T, and there is also a sheet of new words handwritten by Professor Snape during his last evening tutoring, new varieties in recent years, the version of the book he gave is too old, and there is no included.

He was going to have Potions class later, so he had to eat a few more sausages to replenish his strength and get ready.

The Potions class in the cellar still upholds the "serious, tense, and lively" atmosphere.

Seriously, the professor,

The nervous ones are the students,

Lively is the crucible.

While Grinding Flying Beans carefully, Cyril sneaked a look at Professor Snape who was looking down at the parchment in his hand at the edge of the blackboard.

The potion of nonsense is not complicated. To be precise, since the English language has improved by leaps and bounds, he found the potion quite interesting.

"Grind 5 ounces of beetle eyes and add them to the ground bean juice." John next to him whispered the next step.

Flying bean grinding juice, yes, the mixed-race boy instantly remembered the first potions class in his life.

In fact, during the four days from Monday to Thursday, the boy would preview the potion textbook and recite the plant atlas every day, so there would be no surprises.

On the morning of Thursday, the boy who felt that he had tried his best came to the cellar early with secret anticipation, and forced his roommate to sit in the middle of the first row.

Because the potions classroom is in the cellar, it is much colder than the main castle building above. Fortunately, the little snakes who have adapted to the underground have made preparations in advance, and they showed up in the classroom well-behaved early and sat down, previewing the textbooks silently.

They were joined by Gryffindors, and the lion cubs walked in in twos and threes a few minutes before the start of the class, accompanied by loud hilarity.

"My God, look at those glass jars." A red-haired lion cub expressed surprise exaggeratedly.

"Oh, Charlie, sit down, it's cold in here, I should wear long sleeves."

"I don't want to sit in the front row, my God, I want to sit in the back, I slept very late last night, I want to catch up on some sleep." The red-haired boy named Charlie opened the chair on the back seat , sat down and raised one leg triumphantly.

It caused the girls around to laugh.

Cyril looked up curiously at the Gryffindor boys who were as lively as monkeys. He actually didn't understand many words, but it didn't prevent him from observing this group of free-spirited little lions.

It is really hard to imagine that the academic style of the serious Professor McGonagall is so different from her own.

"It's nothing strange, they've always been like this, the senior said." John, who followed his gaze and looked at the past, shrugged indifferently, and then said:

"Look, the one with the red hair is Weasley. It's a family tradition. Their ancestors are all Gryffindors. I heard that he has an older brother who is the prefect of Gryffindor. He has four younger brothers. My sister is still young."

"Wow, it's great to have so many brothers and sisters!" Cyril, who was still turning her head, admired in a low voice enviously.

"It's a pity that the whole family is supported by his father. I guess the pressure is great. Where can I go?" John turned his head indifferently. If he hadn't seen the secret longing in his eyes, Cyril would have almost believed John's words. scorn.

Cyril also turned her head back, smiling without saying a word.

There is no way, it seems that there are not many children born in wizarding families, especially in Slytherin, most of them are the only ones in the family, babies are babies, lonely and lonely.

Not waiting for the two little snakes to communicate more, the class bell rang.

At the same time there was the sound of doors opening and closing.

Professor Snape was wearing a black robe, black trousers and dragon leather boots, revealing the collar of his white shirt.Carrying the wind and rain, the black robe rolled into the classroom, and closed the door vigorously behind him.

"bump!"

The wizard who walked up to the podium in a few steps was astonishing, with half-length hair docilely hanging on both sides of his cheeks, and a pale and gloomy complexion.

The hair looks better than last night, probably because of the shower, a man with oily hair.

Cyril stared at the professor on the podium in a daze.

It may be because he has been with the professor in the past few nights, he feels that he is already relaxed compared to John at the same table who is holding his breath, lifting his stomach, and struggling to breathe.

"Class." Professor Snape's voice was flat and indifferent, looking down at the students under the podium with a blank expression.

In the lively classroom, the mute button was clicked instantly, and all the joy seemed to be taken away in an instant.

It turned out that the professor who usually tutored me at night was already a soft and enhanced version, and Xi Ruier was actually a little moved.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking.

Asthere is little foolish want-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.

Idon't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...

Ican teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if

youaren'tasbigabunchofdunderheadsasIusuallyhavetoteach."【Note】

Snape spoke slowly, not much higher than a whisper, but even Cyril caught every word he said.

After he finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

The author has something to say:

[Note] Coconut's favorite, the professor's classic lines, listen to it once, and get a nosebleed once.

Attached is the translation:

Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic.I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the white smoke coming out of the slow-simmering cauldron, and the fragrance that wafts out. You won't really understand the magic of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred. Magic... I can teach you how to raise your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've been dealing with so often.

Highlight: The first wave of official plot is about to start! ! !Please prepare watermelons and benches.