Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The little unicorn's tongue has a matte effect, it's a little rough, but it's still warm, even hotter than Cyril's cold face, and it feels numb and itchy when licked on the face.

Cyril kept squatting and enjoying this rare kiss, her gray-green eyes were rounded, she looked like a dumb fox.

In fact, the white fox boy was really thinking in his heart whether he should turn into a white fox and run for two laps before rolling over.

The unicorn is a symbol of holiness. It takes the initiative to lick you, as if you were illuminated once. At this moment, Cyril's body diffuses a warm current called comfort and relaxation from the inside out.

"Is this saved?"

Hagrid blew his nose violently with a handkerchief that couldn't be seen in its original color, and the sound was comparable to the steam horn of the Hogwarts Express, which scared the little unicorn back to the wrong hoof.

"Yes, it will probably be able to stand up in a while."

Cyril nodded, then stretched out a hand tentatively, and slowly covered the little unicorn's head.

Good touch!

The little unicorn flinched a bit, its tail froze left and right and froze in a fixed position, staring at the hand in front of it with its big docile eyes in bewilderment.

Cyril stopped, and then firmly put his hands on the top of the little unicorn's head.The little unicorn was first touched so that its eyes were closed, and its head was slightly lowered. Cyril bent two fingers and scratched the top of the other's furry head in a small area.

The little unicorn slowly opened one of its eyes, and then the other. Its long eyelashes seemed to be able to reach Cyril's elongated wrist, and its two pointed ears flattened into a Airplane wing-shaped, expression no longer frightened, looked at Cyril moistly, completely docile and trusting.

"Severus...look, it...she likes me."

Cyril called out to the wizard beside her in a low voice.

Severus didn't approach, and watched his little troll's surprise expression from a distance, and hooked the corners of his mouth indistinctly.

The big unicorn stood up slowly, and the little unicorn quickly jumped to the side of the big unicorn, rubbing their necks together.

Everyone present silently watched the scene in front of them.

Snape hadn't changed places, and he wasn't sure if their actions would startle the two holy creatures now.

The big unicorn walked back and forth twice, still staggering a bit.Cyril took out a sprig of scallops from his Qiankun bag and handed it to the unicorn's mouth. The big unicorn sniffed it and ate it.

The big unicorn kicked its hooves again after eating the stalks, looking much more energetic.Cyril squatted to one side, carefully watching the recovery of the unicorn's forelimbs.

Then he helped it untie the tourniquet that had been tied up before.

The big unicorn lowered its eyes and looked at the human in front of it, then slowly lowered its big head with long horns.

The long pearly horns directly touched Cyril's forehead.

This posture made everyone stiff to varying degrees. After a few seconds, Snape drew out his wand. Neither Hagrid nor Dumbledore made a sound. Although Cyril himself was a little surprised, the magical magic in his mind Biological knowledge came in handy just in time.

The white fox boy raised his hand to show comfort.

Everyone looked nervously at the man and the beast.

The long horns of pearlescent color begin to diffuse soft light forward in circles.

Finally all light entered Cyril's forehead - where it met the horns.

This is the gratitude and protection from the unicorn.

……

The four watched the two unicorns run into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and there was no trace of them anymore, and then cleaned up the remaining blood of the unicorns on the grass.

"I thought you were going to ask for a bottle of unicorn blood after the unicorn recovered."

Snape stood beside Cyril, speaking calmly.

"It just lost a lot of blood, it's too cruel. But... I accept her thanks, don't I?"

Cyril rubbed his forehead and blinked mischievously.

"Don't move, let me see."

Snape gently lifted the boy's chin, brushed up his thin bangs, and looked carefully at the boy's forehead under the dim moonlight.

"I don't feel anything, I just want to touch it."

As Cyril said, there is actually nothing on his forehead.

"Let's go back and write to Kuaiyin as soon as possible, and by the way, we can start the first step of the soul-eating potion."

Cyril tugged Snape's cuff lightly.

"it is good."

……

The plan here is proceeding in an orderly manner, but Xiao Douding, a first-year student, is in a hurry.

It all started when the Daily Hogwarts Little Prophet was looking for junior reporters, trainee editors, and the rest of the team.

Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw learned from the sisters in the book club that the Daily Prophet has a knowledge discussion section that has always been monopolized by Ravenclaw. interest.

Through the introduction of her senior sister, she met the person in charge of that section this year, Fili, the fourth-year Ravenclaw senior.Philip loves all controversial knowledge points. He has worked on this section from the second grade to the fourth grade. The fifth grade has an exam. He plans to find a successor and retire, so he is now looking for people who may inherit the mantle. It seems that the first grade is the best, so that he can work for a few more years, like him.

He told Hermione to go straight to Saturday's interview.

Saturday is the day of group interviews for the Little Prophet Daily. As one of the largest clubs in Hogwarts, they have specially applied for a super large lecture hall, and imitated the practice exam, dividing the classroom into There are several partitions.

When Hermione entered the classroom with a stack of books and the interview materials she had prepared, she just collided with the people around her.

Amidst a flurry of apologies, parchments and books were scattered all over the floor.

Several people around her knelt down to help her pick it up, even so they blocked the classroom door.

"Excuse me, excuse me, we're going to be late for the interview."

A drawn-out voice sounded above Hermione's head.

"Draco, be friendly and help pick it up."

The other voice sounded much gentler, although also childish.

"Alright alright."

Then there were two more people in the book picking army.

Hermione was in a hurry to pick up things, and thanked her directly without raising her head.But the person who bumped into her raised his head, glanced at the boy across from him, and blushed instantly.

Feeling that he was being watched, Harry raised his face, gave a small smile to the round-faced boy opposite, and said hello: "Hi!"

——This is what I learned when I handed in my homework in Cyril's office last time. At that time, little Harry complained to his brother Cyril in some distress. There were always people staring at him. He read a lot of books in the library, so I know For some reason, but still somewhat unable to cope with the frantic gaze of strangers.

At that time, Brother Xi Ruier said, if the other party has been staring at you like this, there is no need for you to avoid it deliberately.Because the more you hide, the more unscrupulous those gazes will be. It's better to nod to the other party openly, or say "Hi", and the other party will feel embarrassed to stare at you instead.

So now Harry had adjusted a lot in this short week, and nodded in greeting to the blushing boy who was staring at him.

Sure enough, the next second, the boy looked even more embarrassed.The other party obviously didn't expect the savior to take the initiative to greet him, and waved in a stuttering manner.

The parchments on the ground were scattered, and everyone discovered that not only did these things belong to Hermione, but half of them belonged to the boy.

Harry picked up one of the sheets on the ground and glanced at it casually. The top of the paper had a person's name written on it, and there were some sketches of plants underneath.Dean Tosnape and Cyril's blessing, he has already mastered the book on magic plants.

"Is this yours? Nice drawing. Your name is... Neville Longbottom?"

Harry handed it to the red-faced boy.

"Ah, um. Thanks. I just drew it."

The boy named Neville nodded flusteredly.

The red-haired boy next to Neville had completely stopped what he was doing, looking intently at Harry Potter opposite him.

It turned out to be more devoted than Neville's gaze just now.

Yes, of course Ron knew and recognized Harry's face, not only because of Harry's own fame, but also because of the handkerchief at the opening ceremony.Thinking of that handkerchief, Ron's face also turned red, turning into the same color as his own hair.

Harry thought it was a bit interesting. The young master Draco next to him had a bad temper and was a little arrogant. He couldn't see many details, but Harry himself was different. Take a look, look at people's faces, even though he has been in Slytherin this week like a fish in water, it has become his habit to pay attention to the people and things around him.

The two Gryffindor students on the opposite side don't look right in their eyes, adoration, curiosity, he can understand, what's the matter with being shy? ? ?

"Are you here for the interview too?"

Harry asked casually as he divided the parchment between the two.

"Yes, you too? I know you, and you, thank you for sorting last time, your suggestion has benefited me a lot." Hermione said hurriedly.

Draco was stacking a few books, but when he heard that, his face was a little uncomfortable, and he let out a gasp from his nose, which was regarded as a response.

Hermione didn't care either, her focus wasn't on Draco.

She turned her head and glanced at Harry, then looked around again: "I'm Hermione Granger, I've known you for a long time. Thank you for your help. I'm going to interview for the magic knowledge discussion board later, how about you?"

The things on the ground have been tidied up, and several boys took the initiative to share, and each picked up a part.Harry smiled, pulled Draco to stand up, and replied: "Draco and I went to see the Quidditch board. The seniors in the courtyard said that we in the first grade should learn more theoretical knowledge in it. It is also good to join the academy team. What about you?"

Neville's face flushed red, and he muttered for a long time without saying a word, but the red-haired Ron next to him said, "Neville's frog is lost, someone said they saw it here, let's take a look. I also want to Go watch Quidditch..."

"Please, there are still people raising young people these days..." Xiao Longbao was interrupted by Harry in the middle of speaking.

"Generally, if it's your pet, you won't throw it away, but frogs like wet places. In the next classroom, Professor Sprout put a few pots of plants brought back from the Amazon, saying that he will use them for observation in the next class. Maybe they will be there."

Neville seemed to have finally recovered his voice: "It turns out that the rumors are true, so Professor Sprout has really introduced new plants from the Amazon! Is there a flute tree!"

"What is the flute tree?" Ron beside him looked at a loss.

"Perhaps, you like plants and herbalism?" Harry blinked his emerald eyes.

"Ah... yes, I'm still... quite interested." Neville scratched his hair a little embarrassedly.

"The special issue section of the Little Prophet Daily has a special column on herbal medicine, why don't you try it?"

asked Hermione, raking her thick, shaggy hair.

In fact, if Cyril and John were here, they would definitely feel that Hermione looks like Wendy now, especially the workaholic Wendy who has entered the "Daily Prophet".

In the end, she didn't know the truth, and Neville, whose brain was a little slow, was involuntarily pulled by Hermione to the seemingly deserted Herbal Medicine cubicle, and then she found Captain Philip himself.

Harry, Xiaolong Bao and a blushing Ron walked to the Quidditch board.

An hour later, the five gathered again.

Harry looked at the note in his hand, his heart was racing, but he remained calm on the surface, just blinking his big emerald eyes desperately.

Draco was the first to be unable to hold back, and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing! There is a test to enter a club...my father..."

Platinum Xiaolong saw Harry's eyes halfway through his speech, and he held back his mantra, hummed for a long time, and asked, "So there are only five of us in our group?"

Hermione looked at the note in her hand over and over, and sighed pretentiously, "It seems so."

"So publish a report on Hogwarts research within two weeks?! The content is novel, and the means are unlimited? I'm going to sign up for Quidditch, what's the matter with Hogwarts?"

Ron looked at the note in his hand with a devastated look on his face.

Neville also looked worried: "I can... research the plants at Hogwarts, but... the content should not be very novel."

"I think this needs to be well planned. We can't just write from one side. Since we have given us two weeks, we can definitely write something useful. I think maybe we need to hold a meeting?"

Hermione lifted her chin, looked around the four boys with chocolate-colored eyes, and although she spoke a question, her tone was extremely firm.

Draco snorted coldly in disgust: "We might as well divide the work into one, when the time comes we will glue it together."

Harry tugged on the sleeve of Xiaolongbao, and pointed out in a good temper: "The precautions in the note clearly say no, Draco. Look here, you must work as a team, and ensure that every detail is participated by everyone..."

"What the hell. Hogwarts has a thousand years of history, and all the secrets that should exist have been discovered long ago. Where can I find it..."

Draco leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his delicate eyebrows frowned, and his brand-new dragon leather boots were stamped loudly.

"It also said that once one member of the whole group quits now, the whole group will permanently lose the qualification to join the Little Prophet Daily team, and also lose the great benefits of joining the group."

Ron squeezed the note in his hand with a look of misfortune.He raised his head and glanced at his partner who was about to face—the child of the Malfoy family. If his father knew that he was teaming up with Malfoy, he would probably, definitely kick his ass...

"Yeah, you can't change teammates yet. It's too bad."

Draco pulled a sharp smirk from the corner of his mouth, and stared straight at the red-haired man who disturbed him. Just now, he kept thinking that Harry was there, and he wanted to appear decent, so he resisted not talking to the red-haired man. Go to war, God knows Malfoy and Weasley are natural enemies, okay? !

Brother Xi Ruier said before that he must first be strict with himself. As a "brother" who is a few months older than Harry, he must set a good example for Xiao Baiha. My father moved out, which is not what a good brother should do.

Cyril's grasp of Draco's character was quite accurate. Draco had indeed always wanted a younger brother, and now little Harry was like his own relatives, relying on and trusting him, so he must behave well.

But seeing the results of the grouping, Draco felt that the string he had been stretching was still broken. For his demeanor, self-cultivation and example, he really wanted to hate Weasley.

snort!Also, just now that he didn't say anything, the red hair started to complain, so don't blame him for being rude.

"Okay, okay, let's start internal strife before anything has even started. I told you in advance that I must join this club, and I must go to the magic knowledge section. None of you are allowed to mess up! You are also not allowed to quit! "

Hermione directly used the extraordinary queen's aura to suppress the imminent riot, and then ordered without comment: "Let's find a place for a meeting now. I think we may need to check the information later. Do you all have any opinions?"

Draco was educated not to be like girls (Dragon Bao parents: respect women, my dear), and he used to reject Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, but with the development of his father and Mike over the past few years Uncle Lane's business grew, and many of them expanded to Muggles.With more understanding and contact, there are more non-pure blood working under him. Even Lucius' current chief secretary is a Muggle-born descendant of a wealthy businessman. Lucius no longer instills non-pure blood into his son like before. The dross of thoughts of ants, Draco himself does not have such deep blood prejudices.

This directly caused Xiao Long Bao to stare at Hermione, who was blowing his beard and staring at him, unable to say a word.

Harry actually thought it was okay, and shrugged indifferently, expressing that he had no objection.

Looking at Hermione's appearance, Ron dared not speak out.

Neville didn't dare to make a sound at all, with an expression on his face that he could do anything as long as everyone didn't fight.