Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After going back at night, Snape carefully took out the blood that the unicorn voluntarily donated before, and put it in the cabinet.

The Soul-devouring potion is being brewed in an orderly manner according to the plan, and it seems that there is no problem at present.

After being carried back to the office by Snape, the white fox boy returned to his human form, wearing a moon-white gown, dangling his legs, sitting on the leather sofa calling Doudou, asking for extra food for himself.

"Is there any meat?"

Cyril lowered her head and stared earnestly at the "food and clothing parents" in front of her - the "Doudou brand" house elf.

"There are also some beef and mutton, which can be roasted, stewing may take longer..."

Cyril swallowed, and said expectantly: "Cut some of the meat into smaller pieces and spread it with honey. By the way, do you have cumin? Where's the chili powder? Do you have these for biscuits?"

"Give him a bowl of porridge."

Snape went back to the house and changed his clothes, and when he came out, he heard the little fox talking to the house elves about having a barbecue full meat feast in the evening, frowning and immediately aborting Cyril's plan.

"...Do you have buns? Or dumplings? I really need the ones with meat."

Cyril felt that she was very pitiful. After a busy day, she still had to drink thin soup on an empty stomach.

"If you talk again, just go to bed with a glass of baby's good night milk. Before that, let's talk about your previous behavior."

Snape rolled up his sleeves and stood by the sofa with his arms crossed, condescendingly squinting at the little troll on the sofa.

Doudou grabbed her tea towel, looked back and forth at the two Mr. Wizards helplessly, and finally saw Cyril wink at her secretly, then seemed to understand something, and disappeared on the spot with a bang up.

"Severus, don't stand, sit down."

Cyril grabbed one of the wizard's little fingers with a flattering expression, and then shook it a couple of times extremely greasy.

Snape looked a little shaken, he squinted his eyes, glanced at the empty seat on the sofa next to Cyril, and then glanced critically at the big boy in front of him.

"Put on your clothes." The wizard's eyes focused on the other's long dangling legs.

"I'm wearing clothes." Cyril looked innocent.

"Look at what you're wearing now." Snape was still standing.

Cyril wrinkled her nose and curled up her dangling legs in dissatisfaction. The long hem of her clothes covered all the places that should be covered.

"I used to dress like that, Severus, you've never been so prim before!"

Snape shut his mouth tightly, trying to hold back the sentence: That's because you didn't put your hand under my shirttail when kissing before!

Damn it, who taught him these things!His little troll just came of age!

Just now, if he hadn't discovered that there were other people in the corridor, he really couldn't imagine what he would not be able to resist.

The black-haired, black-eyed wizard took a deep breath, and then sat on the far edge of the sofa, separated from Cyril by a little unicorn.

"...well, Severus, I apologize. I was wrong..."

Cyril apologized pitifully as he moved towards Severus.

I don't know which celebrity once said that it is necessary to apologize early and act first (there is no such thing).

Snape stretched out his arms, expressionless: "Please stay where you are and don't move any more."

Cyril pouted: "Okay, okay, Severus, I couldn't help it just now. Obviously Albus wanted them to find out."

"Cyril, is it Slytherin? I can't help but ask myself this question every day. Is it so difficult to do things differently?"

Severus snorted hard.

"Huh? But the situation was urgent at that time...Only my dear...can stop you."

Snape stared at the gray-green eyes in front of him, choked for words, and finally said dryly, "Mr. McLean, have you misunderstood something? I'm talking about the way for Potter to discover the trapdoor."

Cyril twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and said "Oh" insincerely.

"I'm also following the old man's plan...By the way, Severus, Quirrell was injured this time, and his master is not a person who is willing to let it go, little unicorn..."

"Quirrell will probably settle down for a while. According to what I know about that person, if the attack on the unicorn is discovered, he should go to attack the Philosopher's Stone, so it becomes more urgent to ensure the safety of those little ghosts."

The soft-spoken and soft-hearted Dean Snape was immediately led off topic by Cyril without knowing it.

"Albus said last time that someone has been secretly protecting those little friends... Do you know who it is? I always thought it was the professor at the school."

Cyril asked curiously.

"The professor is busy enough, Mr. McLean. You have become a teaching assistant and you haven't realized this yet? It's portraits and ghosts. They will never get tired and they are the best monitors."

"It's really wonderful! The information is transmitted quickly, without rest, and they can pass through walls. Who is more familiar with this castle than them?"

Cyril narrowed his eyes with a smile, and then added occasionally: "No wonder I can see several ghosts in the whole fourth floor at night when I watch the night."

"So who came up with the idea? It's really clever!" Cyril blinked her eyes and said obsequiously.

Snape slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, but didn't answer, obviously very useful to Cyril's dog legs.

At this time, Doudou just appeared with supper: two bowls of minced chicken porridge.

The bowl in front of Cyril was obviously more like rice soup stuffed with chicken.

……

Speaking of an hour ago, the other side of Hogwarts.

The five little animals went through a series of thrilling "tests", and then ran to the first floor of the castle along a fork in one breath.

Finally, a classroom that was not usually used was pushed away, and the little animals collapsed on the desks and chairs, not wanting to take another step.

"We... we survived..."

Ron panted heavily, and said in a hoarse voice with a strangely rising tone.

"Now I believe Principal Dumbledore's words. If you don't want to die innocently... you will die tragically."

Neville murmured with lingering fear.

Draco held back his anger, his hair was completely ruined, his image was completely lost, and he asked frantically, "Aren't you going to explain what happened just now?"

Merlin knew what crime he had committed, so he insisted on signing up for the "Hogwarts Little Prophet Daily", and then accepted the test. He was shared with such a group of real treasures, had a good weekend night, and missed the lavender sea salt soak Bath and silk bed set of four.

"Run, Brother - Hogwarts Castle Chapter" is staged here

Harry was panting, sitting on a side table with his legs crossed, his shiny leather shoes were stained with an unknown liquid - probably the saliva of the three-headed dog (he didn't want to find out what it was anyway), and it didn't stop Draco at all. The meaning of going crazy.

"What do you mean by that?! Don't we want to do this too?"

As long as Draco opened his mouth, it would definitely be the red-haired Ron who jumped up.

"If you can't talk well, don't talk, Weasley. I'm asking questions, and I don't have the strength to argue with you at night."

Platinum Xiao Long Bao hissed.

Probably because tonight's action was too exciting, Neville didn't look as cowardly as before, and began to explain on his own: "Actually, Ron and I... have already come out, let's go to the other side to pick up Hermione first." , she's a girl... It's not safe to be alone. Then we went downstairs together... Then I saw it in the corridor on the seventh floor..."

When the honest boy said this, he closed his mouth with a troubled face, looking very embarrassed.

Draco knocked on the table with one hand, gave an impatient "tsk", and asked angrily, "What did you see? Mrs. Norris? Filch? Crazy stairs? Peeves? Or the blood man?" Barrow???"

Ron muttered: "Is it still alive?"

Then, after meeting Draco and Harry's cannibalistic eyes, he closed his mouth belatedly, and for the first time decided to stop choking on fire and cherish life.

"We saw Assistant Maclean and Professor Snape."

Hermione replied grimly.

"Isn't that normal?! They're the teachers on the night watch tonight," said Harry.

"No, no, no...it's not what you think." Ron didn't know what to think, his head shook like a rattle, and then his face began to flush.

"They're holding hands," said Hermione with bright eyes.

"..."

Harry suddenly remembered that not so long ago, maybe only a few hours later, Draco said "light bulb".

"Oh! Because of this?" Draco raked his hair violently.

Hermione nodded, rolled her eyes and continued: "Then that idiot Ron fell down and knocked over a piece of armor, which was so loud that it could wake up a sleeping troll. After that... we were The teacher found out."

Ron blushed, scratched his head, and muttered, "We ran along the corridor... from the seventh floor to the fourth floor. Hermione couldn't keep up with her physical strength in the middle, and Neville followed Professor Snape as soon as he saw him." It's like a curse, with the same hands and feet, I can only drag the two of them to run together."

Neville said in a low voice, "We originally wanted to go to the fifth floor to find you, but we were afraid that if we lured the professor there, we would end up in the same boat..."

"Then we should really thank you." Draco curled his lips sarcastically.

"You're welcome. I thought we were friends."

Neville's eyes lit up, and he said shyly.

"..."

Draco looked like he had eaten the Sorting Hat that Gryffindor hadn't washed in 1000 years.

"Heh. Since... there is nothing wrong, let's go back to each house and find our mothers! I don't want to join this broken society, so you can do whatever you want. Tonight's matter, so be it, we... just treat it as nothing. It didn't happen. Let's go, Harry."

Draco jumped off the table, flicked the wand in his hand, and said with the corners of his mouth hooked——behaving like a little bastard.

"Wait, don't leave, don't you think... ignoring the process, our goal has actually been achieved?" Hermione suddenly stopped her.

"Oh. Ms. Granger, if you regard almost dying as your goal has been achieved, then I have nothing to say. The process is difficult to ignore."

"Aren't you curious what's inside the trapdoor under the dog's feet?" Hermione spoke quickly, and continued her efforts.

"No, ma'am."

Draco paused, then answered firmly.

"Hey, there's a trap door?"

Ron stared back at Neville beside him in shock.

"I didn't see either... I only saw a dog with three heads. I hope I don't have nightmares tonight." Neville muttered innocently.

"Don't you think it's strange? The senior sister said that the school never said before that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is not allowed to go. It is a new rule added this year. In a school full of little wizards, such dangerous creatures are placed just for the guards. What, it’s unreasonable! And it’s strange to choose this year, Harry entered this year, and the dog was brought in.”

"What do you want to say, Hermione." Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked gently.

Hermione was startled, and also felt that her language seemed inappropriate, and then immediately added: "Harry, don't get me wrong, I mean it. I just guessed that the thing under the trapdoor might be related to you. After all ..."

"I'm the savior after all. I know. But the dog was there to guard against me?"

"I don't think so. To be exact, I think it's the opposite. It's possible that only you can protect that thing? If it's to protect you, it definitely doesn't need to be placed where you can touch it."

"Then why no one came to tell me, I don't know at all."

Harry's expression looked bewildered and incredulous.

"It's hard to say? After all, a group of adults can't protect you. It sounds really cowardly to let you come here as a first-year student." Ron shrugged and answered.

"Hey, what do you mean? According to your reasoning, there are still people in this school who want to grab that thing?" Draco stared with gray-blue eyes.

"Can't it...Maybe it's to prevent people from outside? Isn't Principal Dumbledore who is in the school wiped out in minutes? My grandma said that Principal Dumbledore is the most powerful and greatest person in modern times. Even that person is afraid of him." he."

Neville said with admiration and determination.

"Do you think it might be the minions of the mysterious man who came to snatch it? Dumbledore had no place to hide it, so he hid it in Hogwarts. My father said that in the wizarding world, individual minions of the mysterious man are still at large. "Ron looked mysterious.

"So does it have anything to do with me?"

Harry felt that something was wrong, he had to figure it out.

"It doesn't matter, you have to know what that thing is." Hermione said rationally.