Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Snape arrived, Cyril had just got off a complicated magic operation, his whole body was top-heavy and in a state of collapse, Snape saw spider web-like red blood threads from the corner of Cyril's eyes, As a master of potions, he knew all too well what this was--the aftereffect of the effect of the refreshing potion.

At first, Cyril didn't see the black-haired wizard coming from the end of the corridor. Even at midnight, St. Mungo's corridor was still very "lively" with people coming and going.After he came out of the operating room, his feet were weak and his head was dizzy.

This is the number of magical surgery he has performed, maybe the 28th, maybe the 30th... Just now they helped a man whose half of his body was blown up to repair his bones.It stands to reason that this level of magic surgery is not his turn at all, but St. Mungo's doctors are really not enough at the moment.

The white fox boy felt that as long as he remained motionless for 1 minute, he could fall asleep immediately, no matter what position he was in.

"Cyril, Cyril?"

Snape walked over to his little troll, tugged down his pant legs, and crouched down.Looking straight up, the young man in a sky-blue surgical gown was sitting paralyzed at the door of the operating room with no image.The young man gave him a bewildered look at first, but he didn't respond to his call, he looked very tired.

In fact, at the beginning, Snape was taken aback when he saw the boy slide down the wall without a sound from a distance, especially the eye-catching bloodstain on the chest of the boy's surgical gown, which made his pupils shrink severely. .

But when he got closer and found that the other party had just fallen asleep with long breaths, his heart fell heavily.

Cyril was in a daze, her eyelids were heavy and drooped constantly.The young man at this moment doesn't care whether the ground is clean or not, he just wants to lie flat.He seemed to hear Severus' voice faintly, but the hospital was so noisy that he might not even be able to hear his own voice clearly, probably an auditory hallucination...

I don't know what time it is...

It might have been past midnight, and Severus would have returned to his office after his night rounds.

Forgot to tell him not to wait for him to go back...

Cyril's mind is like a ball of wool scratched by the old bag (cat), bulging and unable to function normally.

Snape touched the boy's cold cheek and forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, sighed and picked up a "disused fox" on the ground by the waist.

At this time, the young girl in charge of the potion inventory hurried over and called out, "Dr. McLean! Where is Dr. McLean—?"

Snape walked up to the frizzy Hufflepuff holding the big boy who had fallen asleep, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

This girl who graduated from Hufflepuff for less than two years did not expect that she would not be able to get rid of the fear of being dominated by the Potions Professor even after she got a job. Professor Nepe."

Snape replied in a low voice: "You have graduated, Miss Vincent Eyre."

"Mr. Snape. We're looking for... uh."

Miss Vincent Al looked down and saw Dr. McLean in Professor Snape's arms, and felt that things were a little tricky.

"What do you want him to do?"

Only now did Ms. Vincent Ayre remember what she was here for, and hurriedly said: "There is an urgent shortage of manpower at the potion brewing place, and the blood tonic is not enough..."

"I go."

"Uh... well."

Vincent Ayre trotted ahead dreamily all the way, followed by the most vicious and terrifying professor in his student days, who held the young, beautiful and handsome Dr. McLean in his arms.

And just now, Professor Snape hugged Dr. McLean and said that he would help the doctor make potions...

So... the rumors are true?

Professor Snape really fell in love with Dr. Maclean? ? ?

tsk tsk!

Vincent Al, who was already busy kicking his ass, spent the time shuttling through the three corridors, sorting out the gossip he got.

The aftereffect of a powerful pick-me-up is extreme fatigue after the effect wears off.Because of the principle of conservation of magic energy, it is impossible for a wizard to obtain energy out of thin air for no reason in his own magic power circulation system. The current increase means an overdraft of the future.

Cyril is now in a state of exhaustion after being overdrawn, especially because of Snape's appearance, the aura and atmosphere around the wizard made the white fox boy feel extra safe, so he slept even more.

But no one expected that a trainee reporter who followed to film the scene of the terrorist attack and the subsequent rescue captured the whole scene on the way to the bathroom.

At the beginning, the young intern reporter didn't expect to take any "different" photos. After all, the environment in St. Mungo's at the moment is really not "interesting".The smell of blood filled the air, surrounded by patients with stumps and broken arms and doctors running around.

A manuscript from the scene of the terrorist attack has been taken away by the big reporter responsible for taking them, and it has appeared in the urgently reprinted Daily Prophet at this moment.

He was the one left behind by the team to follow up on the casualties.After tossing for 5 or 6 hours, he was too tired.Originally, he planned to quickly take a few "tragic photos" and wait for a while to see the number of casualties from the hospital system before calling it a day. After all, he had to write a press release on the follow-up accident handling all night when he returned.

Until he was inadvertently disturbed by a bluffing voice.

"Doctor McLean"

In just two months, this title has not only become a cute, familiar and interesting title in the ears of ordinary wizards, but also a news hot spot that must be paid attention to in the ears of reporters!Rita Skeeter, the woman whom the entire press loves to hate, once again created a news "legend" with a quill in her hand.

The intern reporter raised his camera reflexively, and immediately aimed at the front of the corridor, just in time to see the two unwanted characters who recently became popular in the Daily Prophet——Professor Snape and Dr. McLean (Assistant) .

In the frame of the camera, Professor Snape was calling the exhausted teenager in the corridor.

The little reporter felt his hands were shaking, what a touching scene!Since that woman Rita had already fired these two people, how long would it be if he didn't seize this opportunity at this moment!

Think about how my own press release can not only report the cold and numb figures of the casualties of terrorist attacks, but also write a message full of human touch to the doctors who are fighting on the front line—represented by Dr. McLean, it is simply Multi-tasking!

The Potions professor under the camera is younger and handsomer than everyone imagined, and even looks better physically and mentally than the photo provided by someone at the Potions Conference many years ago.He easily picked up Dr. McLean who was paralyzed on the ground, and then followed the bluffing little doctor upstairs.

In the viewfinder of the camera, Professor Snape put Dr. McLean in his arms on a bench beside him. He began to arrange his cuffs and half-long hair, and prepared to start brewing potions.

For this purpose, the little reporter took a photo of the gate marked "St. Mungo's Potions Potion Room".

——The potion master came to the hospital late at night to make potions to help the wounded.

How touching!

The little intern reporter is already extremely excited———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Here comes the precious scene where the high-quality potion master volunteers to brew potions for St. Mungo!

The little reporter suddenly made a decision—afterwards, he secretly rejoiced countless times for the correctness of this decision.

These two news cannot be published together.In the face of a catastrophe, such a story-telling report is suitable for him to polish and put it in the next two days.On the one hand, it is a major event involving human life, and on the other hand, it is a good opportunity that may make him "famous with one draft".He must distinguish between priorities and plan well.

Professor Snape, who was secretly filmed, was not completely unaware of this, after all, the anti-reconnaissance ability of double agents is top-notch.At first he wanted to drive away the guy who was moving, breathing, and shuttering loudly.However, in his heart, he suddenly thought of his old friend and senior in China... and the letter with the word "drag" almost written on it...

The wizard hooked one corner of his mouth indiscriminately, stuffed the cufflinks in Cyril's pocket, picked up the list of potions at hand, and by the way, covered his robes and nestled on the chair to sleep On the black and sweet little troll.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, Snape emerged from the fireplace in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts.The old Headmaster waited nearby in his nightgown and a furry nightcap.

Snape nodded as a greeting, with a look of tiredness that couldn't be concealed.

The old principal looked at the wizard in front of him seriously, but did not speak.

Snape seemed to know what the other party wanted to ask, so he said it on his own: "About 100 people were killed, 200 were seriously injured, and there are zero and zero people left in total, nearly 600 people. All the magic fireworks that the group of lunatics will use before the show They all added a detonating core with a low melting point, and replaced the colorful garlands in the magic flame barrel with explosive 11."

"Do you think it was premeditated by the whole group, or was it an impromptu crime by individual restless elements?"

"Premeditated."

A voice that did not belong to Snape and Dumbledore appeared in the headmaster's office.

A pointed white fox's head protruded from Snape's black robe.The white fox yawned loudly, and its two short front paws hung on both sides of the buttons of the wizard's black robe, supporting itself.The big gray-green eyes are still a little red, and the hairy ears are pushed back, looking docile and well-behaved.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh! Cyril. I thought you were on the night shift at St. Mungo's!"

"I'm so tired...in fact, it seems that Severus is doing the rest."

"You have all worked hard... You just said that it was premeditated, do you have any thoughts?"

"I have treated eight-year-old children before, and later learned that his family lived in Diagon Alley. The little boy's mother opened a jewelry store, next to a store that sold magic fireworks. His arms were enchanted Fireworks explosion...injury. Because the wound was too scary, I was more impressed. I didn't think much about it at the time, because I was not in a good state. Everyone just concluded that he played illegal magic fireworks. After that, I saw him again by chance. I arrived at the little friend, on the way to get the medicine upstairs. I overheard the conversation between him and his mother..."

……

"Didn't Mom tell you not to go near the backyard next door?"

"I saw a lot of people came and moved a lot of boxes..."

"That's not something you should be curious about!" The woman screamed irritably. After this sentence, she probably felt a little out of control, and hurriedly added: "How many times have I said, don't be curious about all the movements next door You dare to play with the fireworks in the backyard next door this time!"

"I didn't go to their backyard to get it...it fell on the ground when they were carrying it..."

"No matter what, Mom won't take you to the store again in the near future... Also, you must tell the truth... Mom will confirm with you again, who brought you this time?"

"It's Uncle Omar from the cold drink shop across the street."

"Does the shopkeeper next door know?"

"I don't know... I lit the fireworks while they were closing the door, they shouldn't be here..."

"Okay... let's rest."

"Mother……"

"what's up?"

"Can I still go to Diagon Alley in the future?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to this year."

"All right……"

……

After the memory was over, the white fox yawned again, but it seemed that he was much more awake.

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a serious face: "I see, thank you Cyril. Your news is very useful. I will send someone to keep an eye on this store, maybe it is an important way to find those people." clue."

"Then Dumbledore, I'll take Cyril back first, and keep in touch if there is anything."

"Go back and rest first, children."

Snape nodded, and left the principal's office with the fox in his arms.

The terrorist attack is like a lightning bolt accompanied by thunder, tearing a hole in the regular sky, leaving numb people nowhere to hide, reminding everyone of the "truth" that was deliberately ignored by the Ministry of Magic: In the social environment of singing and dancing, there are still a group of desperadoes who have not been caught. They are like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, suddenly attacking inadvertently, and the blow is fatal.

The matter has been fermented for two days. Apart from the cold casualty figures in the newspaper, there are a series of innocuous new safety regulations.

Benny, who is far away in China, has been very angry recently——very angry in various ways.At the corner of his mouth was a huge blister that was not aristocratic, which made his stern face look a little funny.The wizard was wearing the usual trousers, shirt and vest, sitting upright on the floral fabric sofa, clutching a newspaper from the other side of the ocean.On the coffee table in front of him was a pot of chrysanthemum tea, which Ms. Lin Jiu made for him just now.

The wizard sat on the sofa by himself and had a lawsuit on his head. Since he received the letter from Snape last week, he has not been in a good mood.

The newspaper was turned again, the situation in the UK was already in a tense state, that idiot Fudge was still trying to calm things down with some trivial fights, and the headlines were the latest opening and closing times of public places ----Ah!Is this telling the majority of wizard friends to stay at home and not go out to be safe? !

The wizard flipped through another two pages of the newspaper angrily, skipping all the nonsense and official phrases in front of him.

Suddenly a headline caught off guard and poked his fragile brain nerves.

"Great Disaster and Great Love——The Warm Scene of St. Mungo's Night"