Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril stood up first, his gray-green pupils contracted tightly.

"What happened to the unicorn?"

Hagrid seemed to see someone else in the principal's office just now, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "Yes, Assistant Professor McLean! There was a unicorn that was attacked, and I brought it out, but it looked disgusting. I need help!"

"Rubus, calm down. Lead the way." Dumbledore stood up involuntarily, then turned to the two wizards beside him and said, "Cyril, Severus, let's go together."

"Right on my mind."

Cyril and Snape walked behind, and Cyril tugged at Snape's cuff.

"Severus, do you have your medicine kit?"

"Yes. But magical creatures and wizards are not the same after all." Snape explained in a low voice.

"I know, I hope it's okay. Who would hurt a unicorn? I don't think a unicorn would hurt itself."

Snape didn't say anything more, just patted the back of Cyril's hand to express his comfort.

……

Hagrid placed the injured unicorn in a corner on the west side of the Forbidden Forest. The big man was very careful for a while. If he carried it out directly, the whole school would probably know that a unicorn had been attacked.

The consequences can be imagined and will definitely bring panic.

When the four arrived, the big unicorn was already in a coma.

This is the first time that Cyril is so close to a unicorn. In the previous magical creature class, when talking about unicorns, Professor Graplan only allowed girls to come up to observe. Unicorns don't like the smell of men. , it would make them feel irritable, even for a "pure" boy like Cyril.

But seeing such a pure and beautiful creature dying on the ground, Cyril would rather not have the opportunity now, this feeling is too sad.

Snape and Dumbledore frowned, looking ugly.

"It's bite marks, with human teeth."

Cyril squatted not far from the other side and said softly, the silver blood of the unicorn was spilled all over the place, and the smell made Cyril a little dizzy, as a white fox, the blood of magical creatures always needs to be replaced be sensitive.

Snape's Hemostatic Charm hadn't worked - as expected.

Dumbledore cast a healing white magic, but the effect was still not good, and the wound only shrank a little symbolically.

"How does St. Mungo's generally handle creature bites?"

Severus, who was looking through the medicine chest, suddenly looked up and asked.

Cyril raised his eyes and saw Severus' dark and deep pupils. He collected himself and suddenly remembered that he was also a doctor now.

After running his brain for a second or two, he finally got a feedback. The white fox boy took out a brand new set of first aid kits from the universe bag on his body --- he threw them in at random a while ago, and if it wasn't for Severus' reminder, he would have forgotten I still wear this on my body.

Hagrid patted the unicorn's mane, which was dulled by excessive blood loss, and Cyril patted him on the shoulder, telling the big man to move aside.

Cyril took off the suit jacket on his body, threw it aside casually, took off the cuff buttons of the shirt cuffs, and rolled up the sleeves as high as possible.

A magic tourniquet was pulled out first, and the white fox boy skillfully tied it to the injured forelimb of the unicorn—fortunately, it was probably because the unicorn struggled too hard at that time, and the assailant did not fatally injure it with a single blow. Instead of its neck, it grabbed a front hoof.But even so, the injury is serious enough, the wound is too big, especially...

"This is the wound from last night? Or at least from this early morning."

Cyril asked without looking up.

"Ah, it should be, I found out too late... I didn't go to inspect the forest in the west this morning. Because I met the horse people this morning, they told me that there were dirty things mixed in, and they said it was in the east. We've been patrolling the east this morning."

Hagrid looked like he was on the verge of tears, a look of remorse.He wiped his face viciously with hands as big as two normal people.

"It should be saved, so don't worry."

Cyril calmly dug through the medicine chest to find something fresh.

"Here." Severus handed over a bottle just now.

Cyril looked up at the wizard and nodded his thanks.

After the white fresh was sprinkled, the unicorn twitched its forelegs convulsively in a coma.

"Healing spells are too consuming and inefficient, Severus, I want to try your C magic potion."

"You know what you're talking about, it hasn't been tried on magical creatures and no one knows what will happen."

Snape said calmly.

"In this case, unless I can speak unicorn language, I can only treat it in this way."

Finally, the C magic potion was taken out.

Everyone stared at the unicorn's wound, trying to discover the changes bit by bit as time went by.

Facts have proved that the C magic potion is indeed much more useful than the previous healing spell.

The wound that had turned outward due to a long period of time seemed to be healing on its own, but the two teeth marks with deep visible bone were more obvious.

"Based on the angle and size, it can be inferred that it is an adult." Cyril said, pointing to the bite marks.

"How can there be such a... beast! Hurt a unicorn, and..."

Hagrid let out a loud sob.

"The blood of a unicorn can extend life, but the blood obtained through killing and plundering... will also push this person into the abyss."

Dumbledore said quietly.

The wizard with black hair and black eyes squatted motionless next to Cyril and the unicorn, assisting Cyril.

Wen Yan didn't say anything, but clenched his fist secretly. After a while, he took a deep breath and said coldly: "It seems that the effect of the C potion has been saturated."

"Yes, the remaining wound can only heal slowly on its own."

"But it's not awake yet," Hagrid muttered sadly.

"It's bleeding a lot, and so am I...wait. Severus..."

Cyril turned her head to the wizard next to her.

Severus looked up, meeting Cyril's tangled expression, and the confusion flashed across his face.

"I want to try before I was in a dream, it was inheritance..."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure if the healing charms of the white fox clan will work on unicorns, but I want to try."

"I'm not asking if you're sure about curing the unicorn, I'm asking if you're sure about keeping yourself safe after using it."

Cyril hesitated for a moment, looked at the beautiful creature at hand, and nodded firmly.

"What do we need to do?" Dumbledore looked more sensible and asked the key point directly.

"Stand back, maybe? Let's clean up the scene by the way... I don't know how much commotion it will cause." "Okay. Let's move back together..." Dumbledore nodded understandingly.

"I'm right here," Snape insisted.

Hagrid ignorantly followed Dumbledore back, his face completely confused.

This big man has been immersed in deep remorse and anger for not protecting the unicorn since just now.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he could not understand the conversation between Professor Snape and Assistant Professor McLean.But Principal Dumbledore seemed to know it well...

This is very, very scary.

In the past, he only knew not to talk to the Head of Slytherin—Professor Snape, because Professor Snape himself had a cold temper, and what he said was so "high-end" that people couldn't figure it out.There is absolutely no way he is the same kind of person as a gamekeeper who likes little Mao Mao.

Originally, I thought that the newly appointed little teaching assistant looked soft and cute, maybe he could...

The most important thing is that the little teaching assistant kindly gave him a basket of Mexican spit turkeys. It seems that this aesthetic taste is "the same kind of person"!

I heard that the boy's magical biology is very good. A person who likes small animals like this must be very easy to communicate with.

But now, the little assistant was talking to the Potions professor all the time, and he was sure that everything the other said was in English, even though he couldn't understand it at all.

Hagrid felt like a tree in the Forbidden Forest, with no sense of life—other than taking up space.

What a sad discovery - thought Hagrid, ashamed and sad, as Dumbledore dragged him aside.

What Xi Ruier actually remembered was the inheritance of the white fox. Before in Kunlun Mountains, he had seen with his own eyes the formulas used by the elders after Yinmu and Azhu lost their other tails.

This kind of formula itself is not that powerful, it can neither detoxify nor heal wounds.

We all know that the situation at that time was that Azhu used his five tails to save Yinmu's life, not by relying on Lao Shizi's formula.

But after making a wish with their tails, both white foxes were extremely weak.

Cyril followed the whole process and watched the elders put them in place, so he used such formulas.Just to make the two juniors less painful. 【67】Like the current situation, everything that needs to be done has been done, and finally it depends on whether the unicorn can survive.Maybe a formula like this can really help a little.

Cyril settled down and carefully recalled the elder's every move and every word that came out of his mouth.

Although I have never tried it, it may be due to nature that only the white fox people (foxes) are sensitive to their own things, and only they can grasp them.

Every detail of this kind of formula was engraved into Cyril's own flesh and blood after reading it once. It is a built-in function, and it cannot be removed even if it is a one-click reset.

Snape held his breath not far from Cyril, watching as a faint white flame slowly gathered in Cyril's palm, and the sky was getting darker. conspicuous and obtrusive.

The white flames danced softly in the hands of the little giant, and then slowly gathered more and more, brighter and brighter.

Cyril closed his eyes, and knelt beside the unicorn in a shirt and trousers. The light from his hand slowly illuminated the boy's cheeks. The gentle white light made the boy's eyelashes curl up and slightly curled, and his facial features also changed. gotta soften up.

The wizard just stared at the side face of the boy in front of him completely dumbfounded.

The Potions Master who stood still didn't know what was wrong with him.On such an occasion, some insignificant things came to mind in my brain.

For example, I saw Regulus and his vampire companion at noon today.

Cyril, this guy stared at the vampire as soon as he met, this is the detail he discovered in an instant!

well known.In order to attract prey, dark creatures must have their own housekeeping skills and methods to confuse their prey. The vampires have always been beautiful to paralyze their enemies.

What made him a little bit relieved was that Cyril was only intoxicated for a few tens of seconds, and returned to normal in less than a minute.

Snape himself was not impressed by Carlisle's beauty the whole time.

The rationality he displayed today surprised even himself.

He admitted that the other party's appearance was first-class and better.But he couldn't indulge in it at all, not even for a second.

This feeling is as if... his mood and aesthetics have been permanently shaped, imprinted, and inscribed by a mold called "Syril" or a soldering iron.

Sounds scary enough.But Snape knew that the scariest thing was not this, but that even after he found out about it, he still felt extremely normal in his heart, and even enjoyed it.

At this moment, the scariest professor at Hogwarts squatted beside the unicorn, staring at Cyril's profile for two to three minutes.

Then he came to a conclusion: the little giant is a hundred times more beautiful than that vampire, and it is his exclusive stimulant and... poison 11 drugs, which made him never get tired of watching it and became addicted.

Cyril's side can't get such complicated psychological activities as the wizard beside him, in fact, Cyril is closing his eyes to accumulate energy.

He felt an extremely gentle and flexible aura slowly rising from his dantian, and those auras scattered and gathered towards the palm of his left hand.

He opened his eyes and attached his palm to the unicorn's wound by feeling.

The small white flame in his hand seemed to turn into silver-white mercury, pouring down, covering the wound that could no longer shrink and heal itself.

"Mercury" touched the unicorn's skin, emitting a brighter light, and slowly wrapped the whole unicorn around the wound.

The unicorn was lifted up by a mysterious force, and it circled in mid-air, and what was reflected on the ground was a projection of a gossip map, and Cyril faintly heard the singing.

After a while, the light gradually dimmed.The unicorn returned to the ground, its beautiful eyes with long eyelashes still closed, but even Hagrid could tell that the unicorn looked much better than before.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the surrounding bushes.

Snape and Dumbledore immediately raised their wands.

"Oh, Merlin, it's okay! You scared her!"

Hagrid quickly stopped the two wizards who were about to cast a spell.

A beautiful, pearly pointed horn timidly protruded from the dark green bushes in between, and then a small unicorn stepped on its hooves and slowly got out of the bushes.

The big soft and clear eyes looked at the few human wizards in front of them with fear and curiosity.Seeing that no one was moving, he quickly ran to the big unicorn, let out a soft cry, and rubbed his nose and mouth against the big unicorn's neck desperately. eyes.

Cyril, who was kneeling on the side, remained motionless, staring obsessively at the beautiful scene close at hand, and was caught off guard by the little unicorn who turned around and licked his face.