Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Then please tell us what it is first, otherwise we will never participate. In fact, I agree with Draco on this point, unless someone, such as a professor, clearly tells me that something needs to be protected by me—— Then I can define it. If not, I don’t want to participate in such an action like causing trouble for the professor. Think about it, Professor Snape, the second year, will come to teach us magic class, at that time..."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a smirk similar to Draco's.

Hermione pursed her lips, seemingly shaken by what she said.

Neville looked as if he had slowed down the Hogwarts Quidditch field by two laps of reflexes, and suddenly muttered in a low voice: "Did we violate the school rules today?"

"What you should ask is: How many school rules did we violate today."

Draco countered harshly.

"That report, I do have an idea, might as well write about the former Hogwarts, the unknown heroic deeds and outstanding students. This is a small idea that Draco and I came up with when we were waiting for you in the showroom. Because at a cursory glance tonight, I don’t know 90% of the people in it, and I don’t think I read the least amount of books among freshmen.”

"Then you won't write on the fourth floor?"

Ron seemed unable to accept that the information he had exchanged for his life would be hidden.

"Are you being stupid, Weasley. Brazenly told the whole school that we broke the school rules, and walked around the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor recklessly; by the way, saw a furry monster with three heads... and then And by the way, attract students who don't know what to do?! I really lost my mind before agreeing to this one-night trip to the fourth floor of Hogwarts."

"Draco...well, Malfoy, I just thought about it, and I think I really didn't think about it. I shouldn't impulsively study the things on the fourth floor. I decided to look for information recently. By the way , I think Harry’s idea is very good. We will start to compile this report tomorrow, anyway, we are a team, so please don’t quit.”

Queen Hermione was able to bend and stretch, and saved the precarious team at the critical moment.

Xiaolongbao Draco snorted coldly, murmured, "Let's talk about it later." Then he pulled Harry away.

Harry and the remaining three waved good night and returned to the long-lost cellar together with Xiao Long Bao.

Cyril pretended that nothing happened in the third week of class, and the days after that were uneventful.

Quirrell asked for a week's leave, saying that he was sick and needed to rest.

Although the entire Hogwarts students are speculating that he was terrified of expelling vampires in his early years (the garlic smell on the turban is evidence), he has to self-isolate for a period of time on a regular basis, fasting and bathing to pray for the blessings of all gods.

Cyril's internship at St. Mungo's Inpatient Unit went very well.The two-month period was not long or short, and he left the inpatient department in a blink of an eye and was transferred to the magic internal medicine department.

Before leaving, Jamie gave him a book.Tell him to study hard and become a teacher as soon as possible, and at the same time beg for a bottle of fertility potion as a wedding gift for his wedding ceremony this Christmas.

Time is like the breath of a sleeping dragon, stretching and passing by in a flash.Pumpkins are fragrant, and Halloween is just around the corner.

It was rare for Cyril to have a day off, and he was bored with Snape around the clock.

The dinner was as grand as ever, except that Quirrell's absence was a bit of a headache.

"Isn't he recovering from his illness?"

Cyril asked Principal Dumbledore, who was eating pumpkin pie, across Professor Feliway.

"The portrait friend told me that he was talking to himself in his office and in the mirror." Principal Dumbledore wore a gorgeous wizard robe and ate happily, without looking worried.

"I always thought he was going to be a moth, since he stopped thinking about unicorns."

Cyril wrinkled his nose, and was horrified to realize that while he was chatting with the Headmaster, Severus filled his plate with a pile of spiky salad greens.

The little white fox stared at it accusingly, and Severus slowly cut the lamb chops on the plate, and said calmly: "Look at the corner of your mouth, Mr. McLean, you are on fire."

"You can find this, but there is a little pain in the corner of the mouth..."

Before Cyril finished speaking, he felt the vague or blatant gazes coming from around him one after another, and realized that he had said something stupid.

"Cough cough." Fei Liwei coughed hard twice.

"Oh, who wants to eat roast chicken, it tastes so good, it's just as good as usual..." Professor Sprout was holding a plate.

"Red Star Luan moves, this is luck, let me look at the Tarot cards..." This is Professor Traonic who is finally willing to have a meal with everyone ("Finally there are no more than 13 people at the table!"——— Because of Quirrell's absence, Professor Traonic's Halloween dinner was fulfilled).

Cyril deeply reflected that she should really restrain her words and deeds. It seems that such a high-profile office romance is not...appropriate?

With a flushed face, the white fox boy silently poked at the vegetables on the plate, as if smashing them into pieces so he wouldn't have to eat them in his mouth.

At this moment, the door facing the teacher's seat was suddenly pushed open, and Quirrell ran all the way, shouting: "Trolls!!! There are trolls! In the cellar! I thought you knew..."

After Quirrell finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and passed out.The acting is jaw-droppingly good.

The dinner party became chaotic visible to the naked eye. Some timid students stood up from their seats and ran around like headless flies.

Dumbledore slowly put down the napkin in his hand, raised his wand in the midst of the chaos, and let out a loud warning sound - the effect was comparable to that of Muggles.

The scene returned to silence for a second.

"Don't panic, it's just a troll. The leaders at all levels lead the students back to the common room in an orderly manner."

"Professors come with me."

Harry stood up suddenly and tugged at the sleeve of Draco, who a second ago was complaining that he hadn't had the Halloween special pumpkin pie yet.

"Hermione's in the library!"

"So? What is she doing in the library?!"

"Neville said she's been researching what's on the fourth floor recently."

"Heh. Finding a needle in a haystack? It's better to just rely on imagination to find it faster."

"She's been thinking a bit lately...Actually, do you remember that I told you that Hagrid took something from Gringotts?"

"Oh." Draco took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and expressed indifference with practical actions.

"Draco, I agree with you about not taking the initiative to go to the fourth floor. But Hermione doesn't know there are trolls."

"Harry, I can't beat a troll, and neither can you."

"Hermione can't beat her anymore. And Professor Quirrell said that the troll is in the cellar, and we probably won't be able to go back now, so go up and tell her that there's no problem."

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes, trying to "get away with it" with cute light waves.

"...Harry, if I ever... meet a troll, I'll stick your wand up its nostril, I promise."

Draco sighed and said quietly.

The two little animals sneaked to the entrance of the auditorium and met Neville and Ron who were sneaking out. Since they all had the same purpose, they had to reluctantly go together.

Here, Cyril followed Severus and pointed the wizard to the side door of the auditorium.

"Look, Quirrell got up and ran."

Dumbledore, who was not far from Cyril, said, "Children, then I would trouble you both to go to the fourth floor, and we will deal with the troll."

Cyril nodded in understanding.

"By the way, Severus. If there is any problem, you can solve it directly. After all, even if Harry really has a small problem like a cold, it can be solved now. We don't need to let him go like this."

Cyril looked back in surprise at the old man who continued to organize the order of professors and students after speaking. His hair was silver-white, his forehead was covered with dimples of time, his face was very thin, and his whole body looked thin and bony, with an uneven bridge of nose. Naturally slanted, his eyes exuded a frightening cold light only possessed by superiors.

"Albus, let's go then."

Snape answered Dumbledore's words in a rare and gentle tone (Cyril, who was too familiar with Severus, swore with a safe tail, his professor would definitely go straight to the fourth floor, and then whatever Quirrell did tonight Anything, will teach him an unforgettable lesson).

"Hard work." Dumbledore nodded, and walked out directly holding his wand.

……

Harry felt pain all over his body.

The scorching burning sensation tormented him from the inside out.

This pain was not caused by the fight with the troll an hour ago. In the end, Ron and Draco used the "fake modified convulsion version" levitation spell to knock the troll unconscious. After that, he rolled along the troll's back I fell down and fell. (Fortunately though, they saved Hermione, who had been cornered by the troll.)

It wasn't because he saw Professor Quirrell acting suspiciously and chased after him, but accidentally fell into the opened trapdoor at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, and fell to the ground and hurt.

Not to mention the devil's net under the trapdoor——Neville recognized this plant at the first time, and saved everyone from being severely strangled to death.

……

There was no one around Harry at the moment, except Quirrell.

He has a severe headache.

What happened just now, in fact, Harry himself is not very clear, his brain is now in pain like an explosion, this pain started from his forehead and gradually spread to his whole body.

During the whole process, he seemed to be suddenly kicked out of the shelves, involved in a dangerous and exciting game, forced to move forward step by step, once the game started, there was no way out.

At first, they just went to the library to find Hermione.But when they got to the door of the library, they found that Hermione had left there, and then encountered a troll on the way back.It was rare for a group of helpless teenagers to let go of their prejudices and work together, at the cost of Harry riding on the troll's neck and poking his wand into the troll's nostrils (afterwards, Harry said: Draco, you crow's mouth!) The girl was rescued.

The troll fainted on the ground, the bathroom was smashed across, and it was a mess. The professor hadn't arrived yet, and then he saw Quirrell who was supposed to faint on the ground in a hurry upstairs.

Following Quirrell, who behaved strangely, was not the choice of the two little snakes, but Hermione, whose eyes were blurred with tears, told her recent discovery tremblingly.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone, Harry. The Philosopher's Stone that can live forever, and can be resurrected! In the whole wizarding world, I can't imagine anyone else who needs to do that."

Although Hermione was terrified by the troll, she still used the simplest words to understand the information she had compiled recently from Harry's inspiration and the clues obtained from Hagrid, as well as the truth she discovered.

Of course, Harry didn’t know until a long time later that Draco also contributed his strength. As a loyal fan of chocolate frogs and a collector of chocolate frog cards in the late stage of cancer [Guide 81, 82], it was he who made it clear that Nicole Who is LeMay.But that's for later and doesn't matter (maybe).

Then when it came to Hermione's confession of the truth under the trapdoor in the corridor on the right of the fourth floor, Harry felt his head explode.

The family is Harry's bottom line. After entering Hogwarts and reading all kinds of books, the blue-eyed boy pieced together a scattered truth with his mind.Joyful and gentle on the surface, he seems unaffected and carefree, and even has good grades in his interpersonal skills.But the tragic death of his parents was a steel needle firmly inserted in the softest place on the apex of Harry's heart.

It cannot be touched, nor can it be ignored.