Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril silently looked at the little guy who was listlessly cutting daisy roots, and slowly raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Potter."

Harry put down the knife feebly, stood up and replied, "Yes, Assistant Professor McLean."

"What kinds of potions can daffodil root and absinthe juice be used in?"

"..."

Harry stood up sleepily, and then glanced blankly at Xiao Long Bao beside him, his emerald eyes were full of pleas for help.

Xiaolong's skin is even whiter than Harry's, which highlights his dark circles even more. His blue-gray eyes glanced feebly at the boy next to him, and he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, indicating that he can't turn his head around now, let's give up .

Harry was so sad that he actually dozed off in his favorite brother Cyril's class and hadn't answered the question yet.

Cyril put a hand on the boy's thin shoulders and made him sit down.

"This question is a third-grade knowledge point, so it won't be normal, but I still want to stay with you for a while, and help me organize the potion material cabinet after class."

Little Harry blinked, suppressed a yawn at the corner of his mouth, and nodded obediently.

After class, as expected, besides Little Harry, Xiaolongbao also stayed spontaneously.

Cyril put everyone's homework into the cabinet and sealed it.Then leaning on the podium, with a wave of his wand, he closed the door.

"Come on, little gentlemen, tell me which one of the heavy subjects makes you so tired."

Cyril crossed his arms and asked gently, and pointed to the seat below with his chin to let them sit down.

Harry sat down at the table with a tired face, leaned his chin against the table, and said weakly: "It's because of the club. A while ago we were going to participate in the Quidditch section of the Daily Prophet, and then there was a test , randomly form a team to complete a detailed report."

"Oh? Why is it so complicated this year?" Cyril asked curiously.

"Yeah, no... Isn't it like this before?!"

Draco stared at the misty gray-blue eyes, his whole body trembled, and he looked vicious.

"It's not... is it?"

Cyril recalled that when Wendy was in office, it seemed that John wanted to join the Quidditch department, so he did a Quidditch quiz with a time-limited function—it was the kind that could be brought back to the dormitory, the reason why he remembered Deep, because half of them were found by Cyril holding "Quidditch Tracing the Origin".

Probably because in the past two years, even people outside the school have started to subscribe to the "Hogwarts Little Prophet Daily", which directly led to a surge in the number of clubs, so the strict screening began?

"So why are you so sleepy? It can't be a report on the sleep of Hogwarts students!"

"...Our teammate is very... strict. She asked us to read through three large books in the past two days, and we will have a meeting tomorrow to report the results."

"Sounds like a Ravenclaw."

Cyril nodded to himself.

Then received Star Eyes from Harry adoring.

"..."

"So what kind of reports are needed, although as a teacher I shouldn't get involved, this is a small test for you... But it didn't say that friends couldn't, did they?"

"Regarding Hogwarts, the content is required to be novel, preferably refreshing."

Draco immediately shook out the topic.

"We have thought a lot, but generally the things we can think of, the senior sisters and seniors have generally seen it before. We are freshmen, so how do we know what is novel or not..."

Little Harry tugged at his long hair in distress.

Cyril suddenly shut his mouth.

Who asked this question?

If just now, he still suspected that it was done within the club to reduce staff.So now, as someone standing outside the border of the game, it is not so simple.

"What questions do other groups have?"

Cyril did not answer the previous question, but asked casually.

"Rumor has it that Gryffindor's Simon team is investigating a teacher."

Judging from Harry's tangled and guilty expression, Cyril was absolutely confident that the teacher was either himself or Severus.Of course, that Quirrell is not impossible...

"Parkinson said that day that they were studying Hagrid's 10-year hobby history of raising animals."

Draco said gloatingly.

Cyril was a little worried for a moment whether the fact that he sent Mexican turkeys would be exposed.

"One Hufflepuff clamored to study the pattern of the daily specials that day."

The blue-eyed boy swallowed vaguely.

Cyril's eyes lit up, indicating that he was also interested in this.

"It seems that there is another one, the love history of Ravenclaw's daughter...?"

The platinum-blond boy grinned wickedly.

"Hey, that's going a bit too far. The Cinderella Lady doesn't want anyone paying too much attention to that. She's not very good-tempered, either."

Cyril interrupted with a cold snort.

"Oh, it's okay, that group has been disbanded on the spot, because all five members of their group are men." Harry added calmly.

"A sensible choice. So that means...you are the only ones responsible for digging out gossip from the entire Hogwarts?"

"Theoretically speaking, it's like this..." Xiao Baiha became listless again for a second.

"You don't know that the previous things are all right... But there are always new things happening, right? Start looking for the latest ones, the things you enrolled in. Well, that's all for now, I wish you all complete the task as soon as possible and enter the school of your choice. community."

Cyril clapped his hands swiftly, then stood up straight.

"By the way, I didn't prompt anything. Come on, boys, come to my office for lunch? I can ask Doudou to cook a table of Chinese food."

"Wow!" - Little Baozi X2.

After the little buns followed Cyril back to the office with dark circles under their eyes, they immediately regretted it, because they also saw the terrifying Mr. Dean at the dining table. Of course, this is a later story.

This also directly led to the fact that even after the two little buns grew into big buns many years later, they were still rarely willing to go to find their favorite brother for a meal.

……

"So that's what Assistant McClain said?"

Hermione closed the tome with a snap -- dozens of disposable bookmarks had been pasted on it.

Draco smacked Xiaoha's arm, Xiaoha had no choice but to face the question of the Queen's soul, and replied in a low voice: "Yes..."

"Oh."

"..."

No one dared to speak for a moment, Draco took a leisurely look around, and found that the red-haired Weasley looked heavier than his own dark bags, and instantly felt inexplicably that his fragile heart was healed.

"Actually, I have thought about it a lot. There are too many new things since the beginning of school, and there are two new teachers. Filch posted a new list of prohibited substances on the bulletin board a few days ago..."

"There are new school rules..." Neville swallowed, and mustered up his courage to add a small sentence.

"Could it be that we have to copy the bulletin board again?"

Draco snorted coldly.

Although he can't leave the team now, it doesn't prevent him from sneering and sarcasm to get over his addiction.

"I want to copy you to copy, what a wonderful idea!"

Ron didn't miss any chance to confront Malfoy, looking for cheap.

"Are you a gill weed? Can't you understand human speech? I'm ironic, Weasley."

Draco exploded at one point, baring his white teeth and retorting.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Hermione raised her head and looked over with blazing eyes.

"...a great idea...?" - Ron with a weak face.

"I'm talking irony...?" - Draco with an uncertain face.

"I didn't talk about you, I asked him."

Hermione growled back irritably, looking at Neville who was squatting obediently.

"New school rules," Neville repeated murmuringly.

"Yes, it's the new school rules!"

Hermione slapped her hand down hard, and it landed on the arm of Neville, who was reaching for the tome in her hand.

Hermione apologized not very sincerely, "Oh, sorry, I hope you're okay."

"Hey, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."——Neville, who was fine except for his arm, silently withdrawing his paw, "I just remember one thing, if you don't want to encounter an accident or die a tragic death, please don't go near the fourth floor The hallway on the right. We'll have very strict teacher patrols there."

Harry repeated the rule exactly in Headmaster Dumbledore's tone.

But no one in the room would laugh out loud at this incident. Everyone looked in disbelief and turned to look at Hermione in unison, trying to see the rejection on her face.

"No... woman, you don't mean to..."

Draco spoke immediately, and moved the chair under his butt out by the way.

"We can't violate the school rules, otherwise my grandma will find out, and then I will be expelled from school, and I will be finished."

Neville muttered timidly.

"Why do I feel more and more that you have the potential of Gryffindor! This is not a matter of school rules, it is simply not afraid of death."

Ron smiled, but looked at Hermione in awe.

"The Sorting Hat asked me, but I chose Ravenk. And so far, I think this is the best choice I made."

Hermione replied proudly.

"Because of the book?"

Draco glanced sideways at the shaggy-haired witch beside him.

"No, because of the awareness of one's own ignorance and the thirst for knowledge." Hermione replied with her chin raised.

"...I think this sentence sounds amazing..." Neville murmured.

A slight unease flashed across Hermione's face, then she turned to the blue-eyed boy beside her, "So, Harry, what do you think?"

Harry was in a daze, when he was asked suddenly, he froze for a moment, and said: "First of all, Brother Cyril said that breaking the school rules is not terrible, but first you need to understand the meaning of the school rules, if it is really to save our lives. If it is established, then I don’t recommend trying to destroy it for the sake of a club; secondly, we need to have a plan, we can’t just rush in, at least we need to find out the patrol rules of the professors, otherwise we will be arrested first without doing anything; thirdly , if it is determined that we really want to do it, then at least we can no longer quarrel like this every day. A friend of mine who is not a wizard told me that a team is very important, not in who is so good, but in whether the goals are consistent and mutual Believe me, he has cooperated with some people before, and he said that if it goes well, one plus one is definitely greater than two."

Hermione stared at the blue-eyed boy in front of her, as if seeing a treasure.

……

Time flies, Xi Ruier has been in the inpatient department for two weeks, and now he can independently complete the bed rounds of some patients.His classmates at Hogwarts have also accepted the fact that "pro-classmates" have become "pro-teachers", but every time they meet in the hallway, former classmates (seventh grade) such as John and Bowen will call "McLean Hello, teacher!" The words were bitten very loudly, making other students giggle.

It was the weekend in a blink of an eye, and they had made an appointment with Quicksilver at home, and then Cyril and Snape brought them to Hogwarts.