Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The two were not completely separated. On the contrary, Cyril still hugged the neck of the man in front of him tightly with one hand, not caring at all that the other was being pinched by the other party.

The lips of the two were separated by a finger's width. The black-haired wizard looked down at his partner in front of him and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"Kiss you." Cyril's gray-green eyes lifted up without any guilt.

"What else?" The black-haired wizard asked calmly.

"Touch you." Cyril also replied softly.

The two were too close, and every time they uttered a word or exhaled a breath, they could feel each other's presence.

1 minute later.

"Can you let go now, Cyril?"

Cyril could sense a sigh of compromise in Snape's words.The white fox boy broke free from the wizard's hand, embraced it with both hands, and shook his head firmly.

"Kiss me again."

The language is frank and sincere, straightforward and lovely.

However, the wizard just pushed him away gently, and pulled his hand off again.Then he turned his face and looked to the other side of the corridor.

The wizard stretched out his hand to gently hold the soft and long fingers, and then moved up along the fingers, pinching the boy's palm.

Cyril lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.He felt a finger slide gently across his palm.

"Someone."

Such words were written on Cyril's hand by Severus with his fingers.

Cyril understood and didn't make another sound.

The place where he and Severus are staying now is rather ingenious, at the corner of a corridor, two sides were originally against the wall, and there was a piece of armor next to it.The light is dim, as long as you don't look carefully, you can't find it.

The two remained in a hugging posture, motionless, waiting with bated breath.

After a while, a man in black with a big head and a hood appeared in the corridor.

That head is really big, it feels like the effect of Hagrid's head on Felix's body.

Cyril dared to use the dignity of their white fox clan to guarantee that this was Quirrell --- no one would wrap his head with a turban like him, and then make his head twice bigger.

The black figure wandered around the corridor on the fourth floor for a couple of times, and then hurried into the wooden door—the same door that the five little brats crawled out of just now.

Poor Quirrell didn't know what was going on with the three hellhounds inside. He thought it was the same as usual, at most he opened the door and roared twice, and then firmly occupied the trapdoor below.

Little did they know that this big guy had just had its precious sleep interrupted twice by a group of little ghosts, and then the nose on one of its heads was pinched by the door.

I feel bad.

Quirrell used the silent door opening spell as usual, and before he was ready to face the three-headed dog, a big head popped out instantly, and then bit the leg of the panicked wizard who was about to run away.

Cyril squinted his eyes, feeling pain for Quirrell.

The three-headed dog is also known as the three-headed hell dog. The word hell is added not only because it has three heads and looks fierce, but also because its teeth have poison. This poison can be used to make an advanced version of living hell soup. It is difficult to heal unless it is treated with special potions.

Cyril Jingqiluo was a man, he didn't even make a sound when his leg was bitten, he gritted his teeth and forcibly closed the wooden door, then limped and ran out.Before leaving, I still remember to wipe away the blood on the ground with a magic wand.

Cyril looked up at the wizard in front of him and asked questions with his eyes.

Snape nodded, and waited another minute for the sound of stumbling footsteps to go away, then cast a Disillusionment Charm and Feather Charm on him and Cyril, and said softly, "Follow."

The two followed the limping wizard all the way downstairs, passing through the corridor on the first floor, and Quirrell didn't go back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but went out of the castle gate.

The night is dark, there are no lights outside the castle, and it is dark, especially near the west side of the Forbidden Forest. It feels that it has been stained with thick ink with the distant scenery. It is impossible to distinguish the sky or the ground, like an open sky. Big mouth, so dark that you can't see to the end.

Quirrell ran in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Cyril and Snape were in an invisible state, and they held hands, ignoring all the way to talk, and followed the limping figure all the way into the Forbidden Forest.

"Quick! Get me one right now!"

Suddenly a cold voice came from Quirrell, with a somewhat urgent tone.

Snape squeezed Cyril's hand tightly, and Cyril felt the indelible conditioned reflex left by the wizard to this voice.

really!

Quirrell has that monster attached to him!No wonder you have to wear a big turban, maybe it has something to do with that monster!

Cyril squeezed Severus' big hand back reassuringly.

Quirrell flinched in front, and then stammered, "Master...my respected master...I'm hurt, maybe it's not so easy..."

The cowardly tone was pleading and humble.

"So, I want it now, immediately." The cold voice couldn't understand the pleading, and continued to give orders.

Quirrell could only continue running into the Forbidden Forest, releasing a strange spell while running.

Cyril had never seen this kind of spell, it was a bit like the Patronus Charm, but not the same.Only a vague silver shadow of a unicorn appeared, that shadow was very empty, and seemed to be disillusioned at the touch of it.

The shadow flew out of the wand, like running deep in the forbidden forest.

"Why is your magic power so weak now? Hmph. Can't you handle even a phantom spell?"

The cold voice spoke contemptuously and disgustedly.

Quirrell shivered a bit, as if he was very cold, the spell had consumed his energy just now, he said weakly: "It's a three-headed dog, that beast hurt me, I suspect it is poisonous."

"Cerberus? I'll go back and tell you a formula for the potion. It's really useless."

"Thank you, thank you my master, you are too generous, I praise you!"

Quirrell spoke flatteringly in a grateful tone.

"Quick, the unicorn is coming, get ready!"

"My great master, your spell is still as useful as ever..."

Cyril shook Snape's arm vigorously, expressing anxiety.

Snape pursed his lips from an angle that Cyril could not see, observed the surrounding environment, and then dragged the boy to the other side.

After a while, I saw a little unicorn running out from the depths of the Forbidden Forest following the vague phantom.

Cyril's gray-green eyes were wide open, and he felt his heart in his throat.

This silly guy!Where is its mother? !

"Master... I'm sorry, I'm useless, my magic power is too weak, and I only attracted a small one..."

"No matter big or small, I want it."

"Okay, I will follow your orders."

Qi Luo's temperament changed, he was still "beeping" just now, and now he suddenly pounced on the little unicorn who had just approached here. The black robe on his body made him look like a blood-sucking black bat, ferocious and ugly.

Snape raised his wand, and a red spell flew straight through the air.

Although Quirrell was injured, he was very sensitive. He turned back instantly, and the curse passed over his shoulder and hit the ground directly, leaving a burning mark.

"Who?!"

Quirrell asked in a voice that was almost grim and distorted.

Snape didn't give him a chance, he threw out the spells one after another, and with his rich combat experience, he almost took Cyril to another place after throwing out a spell --- making it difficult for the opponent to judge their specific positions .

Tonight, Quirrell was already in a very bad state and lost his magic power. This time he was attacked and he left the little unicorn and fled back. Cyril wanted to keep up, but Snape grabbed his wrist.

The black-eyed wizard undid the disillusionment spell of the two of them.

"Don't chase. You can't escape. Now is not the time."

Cyril, who almost witnessed the death of the little unicorn, panted heavily, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Go and see the little unicorn," Snape reassured.

The white fox boy nodded.

The little unicorn was still being silly, and Severus guessed that the spell that Voldemort created should be similar to a spell of mental hallucination paralysis, which could simulate an aura that the unicorn liked very much.This also explains why Quirrell can find the unicorn hidden in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.This time, because Quirrell was not in good condition, the power of the spell was not enough, so he could only attract this little guy.

Cyril stroked the head of the sober little unicorn, mumbling words of affection and complaints.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now?! You were almost caught by the big villain! Then you will be sucked blood, and you will never see your mother again!"

The little unicorn is like a curious little friend, happily walking around Cyril with its little hooves.From time to time, he rubbed his side face against Cyril's neck and hands, full of intimacy.

Obviously the little guy was very happy to see Cyril.

Cyril was so rubbed by the pure and beautiful little unicorn that he had no choice but to instantly turn into a white fox, staring at the big guy who was much taller than him in front of him with round gray-green eyes.

The little unicorn is crazy beautiful, and I feel that the friends I recognize also have the same color as me, and Mao Mao! ! !Couldn't be happier, bent his front hooves and slowly fell down.

Two pure and warm big eyes faced Cyril's two gray-green round eyes, the tip of the unicorn's nose touched the tip of the little white fox's nose, and then the two followed the biological instinct and began to squint their eyes and rub their noses.

Snape stood aside with his arms folded, silently indulging his little friend into a white fox and playing with the little unicorn.

At this time, the sound of hooves landing was heard again from a distance, and the big unicorn that had been rescued before appeared.

The big unicorn didn't reject Snape, obviously recognized his savior, stood not far from the wizard, neither approached nor dodged, looking tenderly at Cyril the white fox and his own savior. The little friends play happily together.

After the scent-distinguishing and nose-rubbing rituals just now, Cyril and the little unicorn have rolled into a ball smoothly, and the two little unicorns are crying childishly. Rolling on the ground, the big white fox tail swept over the unicorn's small horn, pressed its paws on the unicorn's face, and crawled all over the unicorn proudly.

The little unicorn was not annoyed either, obediently let him climb onto his back, then stood up, and happily ran around this small area several times with him on his back. Cyril the white fox looked like a majestic The dignified little general, riding his own BMW mount, patrolled the territory.

At this moment, Snape, who was leaning against a tree and staring with folded arms, suddenly felt something clasping his hand, and lowered his head.

The big unicorn came over at some point, and Snape, who was approached by such an overly pure creature for the first time, was momentarily at a loss.

He stared at the big unicorn expressionlessly, and the big unicorn looked back at him without a moment's notice. Snape thought hard, trying to read what the other party wanted to do from his fluffy face.

Seeing that the big unicorn's sharp horn suddenly began to ooze silver liquid, Snape reacted and took out the small potion bottle he carried with him, pressed it against the big unicorn's horn, and slowly filled it up. a bottle.

The big unicorn retracted its head when the bottle was full, and continued to stare at Snape.The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard hesitated for a long time, then stretched out his hand after putting away the bottle, and gently touched the opponent's big head.

"Thank you."

It was only then that the big unicorn uttered a cry as if it had completed some kind of ritual, turned around and left.

The little unicorn appeared next to the big unicorn with Cyril on its back, and pushed up the white fox Cyril on its body as if asking for credit.

Then Cyril White Fox was licked on the head by the big unicorn.

The two pointed fox ears were licked and turned over by the warm and rough tongue, revealing the pink flesh, and the white hair tended to be one-sided, looking like a silly flat-eared dog instead.

In the end, Cyril was supported by a pair of big hands and hugged in his arms, and the clothes scattered on the ground were also put away.

Before walking out of the forbidden forest, the white fox felt his nose was gently kissed.

"Here, dear you want."