Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Quicksilver kept silent, just sat next to Harry.After listening to the professors, I suddenly remembered something, and took out a small box from my pocket.

The silver-haired man looked excited about exchanging gifts: "Here, Christmas present."

Harry sniffled, and stared at the gift box handed to him when he wanted to laugh but couldn't: "Isn't it delivered tomorrow morning? You won't receive the gift I gave you until tomorrow morning."

Kuaiyin scratched his head: "I think you might be happier if you get it now."

Harry opened the little silver box, and inside was a small Muggle Polaroid photo with a cute little ribbon bow on the half of it.

Harry almost screamed out: "Broom?! Nimbus two thousand! How do you know that!!"

"Last time you looked at it a few times in Diagon Alley, I asked Siril to help buy it. But he said that your school doesn't allow the first grade to bring this, so I took a photo of you first to make you happy. I think you're gifted at this. Genetics or something..."

Harry rounded his emerald eyes again.

"Ah, forgot to mention, I'm a big fan of your little prophet or something newspaper, I subscribe to it for a year. The last article you and your friend wrote was quite interesting, kind of like a mini version of celebrity Biography. I saw your father mentioned in it. He seems to play this game very well. Cyril said that you will like it... Actually, I thought maybe you could play it secretly when you come back from Christmas, but... ..."

"I like it very, very much."

Harry interrupted Quicksilver's faster and faster speech rate. The boy knew that this was a small habit of Quicksilver. When he encountered something that made him feel entangled or tense and uncertain, his speech rate would not consciously speed up. And words will also increase geometrically, just like now.

Kuaiyin opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally smiled in relief.He rubbed Harry's head, and said, "After drinking the medicine, you'll be completely healed. We're going skiing during the holidays. Find a place with few people and bring a new broom."

"Ah."

It was rare that Snape didn't dislike the chattering here, but ordered a glass of honey water for him and Cyril, and drank slowly while holding them.

Dumbledore saw the topic pause, stood up, conjured a bed with his wand, and placed it next to the shelf of Phoenix Fawkes.

"Come on, Harry. Sit here, and while the medicine works, you might feel better."

The blood-red potion was placed in Harry's hand.Harry uncapped the bottle under the noses of a room full of people.

The boy thought that the Soul Eater potion would be difficult to drink, but the fact is the opposite, perhaps because this potion itself has great power and toxicity.In short, this potion had no strange taste, but was sweet and delicious. It tasted like melted fruity cream ice cream. Little Harry drank the whole bottle with almost no burden.

A group of people stared closely at little Harry who had drunk the potion. The little boy handed back the bottle of medicine to Professor Snape, then lay down obediently and closed his eyes.

In less than a minute, the boy's breathing became weaker and weaker, as if he had fallen asleep.

Quicksilver sat at the place closest to Harry, stretched out a finger lightly, stretched it back and forth several times, and finally placed it in front of the boy's nose. For a few seconds, he remained motionless, his whole body as if It's like being cast a fixing spell.

A rough and hoarse voice appeared: "Will you not... breathe after taking the medicine?"

No one in the room could answer his question, and they all stood aside. No one could know what the clinical reaction of this dose of medicine would be.Whether Harry's reaction was normal or not, there was no way of knowing.

At this time, Cyril turned into a white fox, got rid of his clothes in a few steps, and jumped onto Harry's crib.The white fox sniffed the boy's forehead, bridge of nose and face with his pointed nose, then sniffed the neck, and finally curled up around little Harry, with his chin resting lightly on the boy's chest.

"I don't know if it's because of the potion, but I can feel that little piece of soul, it's struggling and being weakened."

Cyril the white fox said with his white, furry mouth.

"It should be a self-protection mechanism of the body and soul in a specific situation.

I saw a similar medical report - while intern at St. Mungo's inpatient unit.In a very special case, a girl touched a black magic item, and in a split second she lost her breath and vital signs, any spells that indicated she was dead.But her parents insisted she was not dead and sent them over.And then, maybe... a few hours later... she actually woke up.Afterwards, the doctor asked her what she encountered... She said that she had a dream, dreaming that she was in the garden of the old house when she was a child, surrounded by white mist, only a bench and a gate in the distance, and no one was there... ..."

Harry felt that he was in a dream, surrounded by a white mist, so thick that it couldn't melt away, it was even more exaggerated than the Super Baiyun cotton candy that Quicksilver brought him to eat.There was no one around, it looked like a platform, and there was only a bench with a backrest waiting for the bus beside him. He walked back and forth, a little anxious.

——"...Then the girl said that she saw her grandmother—she lived with her grandmother when she was a child. She had a deep relationship with her grandmother. Her grandmother passed away two years ago. She said that her grandmother was standing at the other end of the garden without a door, Behind is the old house. The girl misses her grandmother very much and wants to get close to her..."

Harry couldn't find his way back and forth, and finally just sat down on the bench. At this moment, he suddenly saw two people opposite him.The boy almost jumped out of the chair.

The tune-changed voice called softly: "Dad...Mom...?"

A strange but familiar couple stood on the other side of the platform, looking at him with a smile.They looked exactly like the two people he had seen in the Mirror of Erised more than a month ago.After Halloween, Headmaster Dumbledore told him about the dangers of the Mirror of Erised and said he would take the mirror away and put it where no one could find it.Harry never "saw" his parents again.

The young couple stood on the other side of the platform, watching him with a smile across the rails.

Harry wanted to jump off and run to his parents.

——"...The girl took a step towards her grandmother, who suddenly spoke and told her not to come, she shouldn't come here..."

Young James and Lily smiled as they watched Harry stagger to the side of the track, then shook their heads.

"Harry, you shouldn't be here. Don't come here." Lily said softly, still smiling.

——"...The girl was devastated. She thought she would never see her grandmother again. After finally meeting her, her grandmother didn't let her approach her, and she didn't take the initiative to hug her..."

Suddenly, Harry felt his nose sore and his eyes sore. He slowly sat on the edge of the platform, looked at his parents across from him, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you let me go? Where is this?"

James and Lily just looked at him and smiled, but shook their heads without answering.

——"...the little girl was only a few meters away from her grandmother, but she did respect her grandmother's wishes, and she didn't go over, crying in front of her grandmother's familiar and loving face. The grandmother told her that the family's carriage would arrive in a while Pick her up and go back with the carriage. Live a good life..."

Lily looked at the boy whose eyes were red like a rabbit, and said softly, "Harry, the train will arrive in a while, and you will get on the train. Go back to the original place and live a good life."

——"...the little girl asked her grandmother if she could go with her, and the grandmother shook her head and said she was where she should be..."

"Aren't you going with me?" Harry asked in a nasal voice.

"We don't belong there," James told him gently.

——"...The little girl also recalled that her grandmother told her not to pay attention to the black fog on the ground by the door before getting into the carriage, and you will be there in a while. Don't be afraid, my grandmother will always be with her..."

Lily gently warned: "For a while, no matter what you see, don't touch it. Just get in the car, and you will be back where you were in a while."

James added: "While we won't be able to ride back with you, we'll always be there for you."

——"... After a while, a carriage appeared at the door. The little girl turned her head again, and found her grandmother smiling and waving to her not far away. She boarded the carriage, and there was a dense black mist beside the carriage. Be careful not to touch it. After sitting down, the carriage started, and then...she woke up. Afterwards, St. Mungo's expert consultation agreed that this medical miracle was because the little girl was wearing a pendant given to her by her grandmother on her neck. That pendant carries the powerful protection of her grandmother."

Harry looked at the parents on the opposite side without blinking. He didn't know when he would see his parents again, and wanted to talk to them, but felt that those words didn't seem worth mentioning alone.

At this time, the steam whistle of the train was heard not far away, and Harry stood up.

His parents were still opposite, looking at him with a smile.

The red train was like the Hogwarts Express that brought him to school at the beginning of school. Only then did Harry realize that he seemed to be on platform nine and three quarters of the King's Railway Station.

Because when I went, it was full of people and animals of various colors, and it was a terribly chaotic place, but now it was empty, so I couldn't recognize it at the first time.

The red steam train had already pulled up, and James and Lily urged Harry to get on it.

Harry climbed onto the train step by step, turning back and forth. Before getting on the train, he saw a red, white and white monster that looked like a baby crying on the ground at his feet.Thinking of Lily's advice, she stepped onto the train without hesitation.

Through the car window, Harry looked at his parents on the opposite side of the platform. Tears finally couldn't stop streaming down his face. He pressed his whole face against the car window, greedily daring not to blink, even though the tears kept flowing down, he refused to shut up. Eye.

The train started and drifted away. Accompanied by the melodious sound of the whistle and the rhythmic sound of mechanical wheels, James and Lily on the platform were thrown farther and farther away, gradually turning into two indistinct black people. point.

Harry looked out the window.Through the window next to me, the scenery is no longer a thick white mist that cannot be melted away, but gradually has a different scenery.

The sky suddenly became dark, and there were thunder and lightning. A house appeared outside. A man in a black cloak walked in. Suddenly, the whole house was lit with green light, and the house collapsed.

A figure riding a flying motorcycle appeared, picked up something from the ruins—probably a cloth bag, and handed it along with the motorcycle to another very tall man.

The tall man held the cloth bag that another person had given him before, got on the motorcycle and drove towards the other side of the sky.

The scene became familiar, 12 Privet Drive.An old wizard in a dark silver wizard robe took the cloth bag handed to him by a tall man riding a motorcycle, put it in a basket, attached a letter, and placed it at the door.

It turned out that the little cloth bag was himself—Baby Harry.

Harry saw himself grow up bit by bit, saw that when he showed his magical talent for the first time, he shattered a window while crying; he saw his cousin Dali and his little followers bullying him; Going to the community elementary school; looking at the hot and hungry afternoon, Quicksilver on the swing; McDonald's brother Cyril; myopia potion, which is more beautiful than expensive perfume; Draco from Mrs. Morgan's robe shop; Owl Hideaway; Gwarts Express and Hogwarts Castle, professors and students in the castle, Ron, Hermione and Neville; Adventures of Halloween...encountering Voldemort; Christmas...the principal's office, blood-red but delicious Soul Eater Potions...

The white fox Cyril suddenly raised his head from the boy's chest, his gray-green eyes widened: "Heartbeat...the heartbeat is back!"

The next second, Cyril was hugged by Severus, and Harry sat up abruptly, staring into emerald eyes, and began to pant heavily.

Cyril was thankful for Snape's sharp eyesight and quick hands, otherwise with his current small body, he might really be overturned to the ground.

"Harry!! Harry, how are you feeling?"

Quicksilver asked excitedly, wrapping his arms around Harry.

"Feeling... so tired. I seem to be dreaming of my parents..." Harry smiled softly and weakly.

"The girl was attacked by a dark magic item to the soul, but her grandmother protected her with a protection in the name of love, and Harry had a protection from Lily for him, so... when the Soul Eater potion worked , Harry saw his parents."

Dumbledore sat down next to Harry with a smile and began to examine with his wand.

"I think... Harry. You're free. Let's try this, just in case."

Speaking of which, the old wizard took out a crown from nowhere, removed the isolation spell on it, and placed it on a table not far from Harry.

"How?" Dumbledore asked curiously, blinking.

Harry, who had just had a big dream, didn't know why: "The crown...is it exquisite?"

"Ah."

Snape hugged Cyril and snorted softly.He stroked the big fluffy and soft tail of the white fox.Cyril bared his teeth, and knocked his fangs on the wizard's hand, but he didn't bite down. The hand dodged flexibly, and there were only two small white marks on it.He turned his hand to the other side, and then scratched the white fox's chin familiarly.The white fox who was planning to attack with its "teeth" just now softened into a puddle, almost revealing its fur belly.

"Do you have a headache?" Dumbledore didn't care about the small movements of the people around him, but just watched Harry's reaction closely, not missing any details.

Harry felt it carefully, and even moved his head closer to the crown, although he was caught by Quicksilver immediately.

The boy replied with a serious face: "No, I feel more relaxed than ever before."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.