Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"If you're feeling better, please move your short legs. Stand up, pack yourself up, and we're off to the Ministry of Magic."

Snape stood up, summoned the suitcase on the ground, and cleaned up the boy beside him, barely recovering his image.

"Hmm, it seems to be all right. This medicine is really good, what is it?"

"Prince Gel, also known as Mo Nan's Magic Gel, has a good effect on healing large wounds and quickly stopping bleeding." In terms of potions, the wizard, who has always been vigorous and impatient, is always generous with his advice.

"Well, I've seen a magic gel like this in the potion shop in Diagon Alley, but it doesn't look so magical."

The boy touched his nose and looked at the gel medicine box in the professor's hand curiously.

"You're talking about the hemostatic gel from the Evander potion shop, right?" The wizard had a slight smile in his eyes, which was fleeting.He handed the medicine to the boy who was as curious as a cat with a blank face, and let him see enough.

"The gel in the store is a weakened version of Monan's gel... There are good and bad. Monan's gel was created by Monan Prince in the 80s, and it has a key ingredient that is Nightmare Herb. This Planting grass belongs to the dangerous level 3 plants, and it has an extraordinary healing effect when paired with freesia root. But... Nightmare grass has an unavoidable side effect, which is the loss of sense of direction caused by hallucinations. In other words, you are now using Monan gel, in the next two hours, you may have symptoms such as left and right. High risk is accompanied by high benefits. The healing effect of Monan gel is many times that of ordinary hemostatic gel, so... in life-saving In front of him, no one would pick on his small shortcoming."

"I remember that the book you gave me mentioned nightmare weed, a very precious medicinal material." The boy was completely attracted by the professor's explanation, and followed closely beside the wizard.

"Yes, so I hope that Mr. McLean will not have any accidents in the remaining time. The medicinal materials are limited and cannot support Mr. Troll rolling on the ground every day." The black-haired wizard resumed his fierce tone.

"Oh, that was an accident. You should have told me earlier that the fireplace would be so exciting." The boy didn't care about his professor's sarcasm, and continued to flip through the medicine box in his hand. The light green transparent potion in the crystal medicine box emitted fluorescence, like A piece of fine jade.

Snape let out a nasal sound out of his nose angrily, which was a response.

"gentlemen?"

"Ok?"

"Prince...is that the prince of the Queen of England?"

"...Of course not...it's just a surname. The Potions Family...that's all. There you go! Don't ask any more questions, hurry up and go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, okay." The boy reluctantly returned the beautiful pill box in his hand to the professor.

There was nothing special about the trip to the Ministry of Magic, because the impatient professor went straight to the fast track.

Cyril imagined that there were hundreds of office scenes of civil servants in the magic world and none of the shocking decorative buildings, except for the people around him who were paper airplanes on their heads along the way.

The boy followed an elevator that turned like an iron box and stopped at a position that indicated 38-62-4. When he came out, he saw a white stone door with the words "Department of International Affairs-Department of Transportation" crookedly engraved on it. "Golden cursive characters.

"Check the wand, thank you for your cooperation." A young man with a beard said weakly.

Snape drew out his black wand and signaled to the boys beside him to do the same. Cyril slowly took out his white wand from behind and handed it to the professor carefully.

"It's not my business, but where did Mr. McLean keep his wand?" Snape felt his eyes twitch.

"The back waist...it's too long, it can't fit in the coat pocket..." Cyril's tone was a little uncertain.

"...Forget it, you go ahead first." Snape's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"After the inspection, turn left for international travel and traffic business, and turn right for international traffic disputes, thank you."

Snape pulled the boy who was about to turn right like a chicken, and turned into the corridor on the left as soon as he finished speaking.

The two stood at the door of a hall that read "International Fireplace Passage".

"Are we going to the right? Huh? The staff pointed the wrong way???"

"Don't bother, you don't need to judge the direction by yourself now."

Cyril curled his lips in a sudden realization.

"Hold your luggage. Follow the staff's instructions for a while. It is recommended to hold on to your strange little pet. The international fireplace has a longer time, and the body's center of gravity is lowered."

Looking at the handsome boy in the light woolen coat in front of him, Snape rarely gave a few words of advice, although according to his personality, he wanted to push people directly into the matter.

The little troll's woolen hat was also crooked on the way here, and the wizard moved his fingers slightly, and finally added dryly and viciously:

"Be smart! Straighten your hat."

"Oh, okay." The boy put the suitcase on the ground, kicked the peace into his pocket, and began to pull the hat on his head.

"Passenger 397, get ready." A cold female voice suddenly came from above the hall.

"Go." The tall wizard raised his chin as a signal, and stuffed a piece of parchment with the number 397 written on it to the boy.

"Is it time to leave?" Cyril was startled, because of the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic and the unreal feeling of going home.

"Otherwise?" the wizard snorted.

"Well then, goodbye, Professor. Have a nice holiday!"

The beautiful boy stepped forward slightly, caught off guard and wrapped his arms around his professor's waist, offering a soft and fragrant hug.A simple hug full of admiration from the younger generation to the elder.

The older single professor froze on the spot, as if under a petrification spell, obviously not used to such tender actions.

A few seconds later, the professor who returned to normal tore the boy off his body, and pushed the boy into the passage with a vicious voice.

"Hope Mr. McLean doesn't come back from a vacation to restore the troll's English."