Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After the meal, Principal Dumbledore got up and knocked on his own crystal cup to attract everyone's attention.

"Everyone be quiet, let's sing the school song first. Follow everyone's preferences ~ prepare———————————————————————————————————————————————————Start!"

A golden sheet of music floats in mid-air in the auditorium, ensuring that it can be seen from every angle.Cyril sang with a sweet soundtrack. Snape, who has recently learned Chinese well, felt that his expression management was out of control.

Ms. Dolores Pink Square Umbridge was thinking for a while that she must find an opportunity to say something on the spot, and the school song was coming to an end.

"Music is really the most moving thing in this world..." The old headmaster wiped his eyes, seeming very moved.

"Cough~cough!"

A familiar and annoying fake cough came from the teacher's seat, and the old principal continued to speak as if he didn't hear it: "Students, you have also seen this semester that Professor Black left Defense Against the Dark Arts for some personal reasons. Classroom, we will also welcome a new teacher and…”

The "teaching supervisor" that the old principal reached his mouth was interrupted by a loud noise before he could speak.

"Boom!" The door of the auditorium was suddenly opened from the outside to the inside, and a dark and slender figure stood outside the door, matching the unique wind and rain weather of Hogwarts for hundreds of years, looking magnificent.

At this moment, there should be another symphony of Beethoven's fate --- the standard way for big men to appear on the stage.

Everyone present felt their hearts tremble, and all turned their heads to the visitor.

I saw a figure wearing a black cloak and a hood walking briskly, carrying the wind and rain outside into the auditorium of hundreds of people. Ignoring hundreds of curious or surprised gazes around him, he gracefully put down his hood, and Dust a drop or two off the waterproof robe.

A head of platinum-blonde long hair softly attracted all the light, and the wizard's facial features were deep and delicate, but did not show the slightest femininity.Lucius Malfoy came in a hurry through the wind and rain, but he didn't show the slightest panic. He walked to the front of the teacher's bench in a few steps, still holding a silver snake-headed cane in his hand.

The platinum aristocrat is handsome and composed: "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, and all...colleagues. The temporary meeting of the Ministry of Magic was delayed. I hope I didn't miss too much."

"Oh! My friend. It's a good thing you're here, otherwise I would have thought you were going to let us go!" Dumbledore joked, blinking his eyes with a smile.

"This is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lucius Malfoy. Applause!"

The audience was silent, half of the people were surprised by the appearance of the new professor, and the other half were surprised by the choice of the new professor.The enthusiastic applause seemed a little lagged.

"My dad definitely did it on purpose. He told me that he hated the food at Hogwarts since he was a child, and wished he could have the food delivered by the elves in Malfoy Manor or eat by himself by the fireplace every day."

Xiao Long Bao complained to Xiao Ha beside him in a low voice with no expression on his face.

"I think the food at Hogwarts is very good..." Xiaoha looked innocent.

Xiao Long Bao curled his lips: "So-so, the daily specials are not bad, but overall they are not satisfactory."

Xiaoha smiled and glanced at the trumpet "Platinum Noble" beside him.

Xiao Longbao asked vigilantly, "Why are you laughing like that?"

Xiaoha: "I think the Malfoy family inherits not only beauty, but also arrogance."

……

Here, Professor Lucius Malfoy attracted all eyes.

"Professor Malfoy, would you like to say a few words to everyone? As a special benefit for being late?"

Principal Dumbledore really didn't follow the routine, and immediately kicked the pot into the hands of the platinum nobles.

Ms. Umbridge's eyes widened even further, and there was a faint tendency to protrude from their sockets. Of course, the Ministry of Magic knew that Hogwarts had quickly found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but the candidate was kept secret, and no one knew it would be Malfoy. .Because in Minister Fudge's plan, the position he most preferred was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. At the beginning, the Minister wanted his right-hand man to teach the class.

What is more useful than precept and example?

Umbridge had a toothache, his cheeks bulged and pushed out, and one Hogwarts Express drove past one after another in his mind, leaving behind the noisy steam flute and the endless "clang, bang, bang, bang, bang".

Lucius Malfoy is a tough guy.

Because Fauci funded half of his candidacy that year.Over the years, this man has grown his business bigger and bigger, and the number of Galleons he has given to the Ministry of Magic is also very considerable. Two days ago, Fudge hired him as a nominal job "Deputy Director of the International Trade and Exchange Department of the British Ministry of Magic".On the same day she was promoted to one of the deputy ministers.

Umbridge thought that she was now an expensive deputy minister, Fudge's most reliable right-hand man, and a political rookie with a bright future ahead of thousands of people. He shouldn't have cared about such a businessman full of money.

However, the minister has a good relationship with him!The Minister still needs him!

The people the minister pays attention to are the ones she needs to focus on being friendly with—this is the creed of Ms. Dolores Pink Square Umbridge's officialdom.

Now that the "creed" is right in front of you, do you want to interrupt his opening remarks and start your own?Pink Fang Duner fell into a deep entanglement.

Just wait until Malfoy finishes talking about himself.This will not offend people, but also has a sense of finale.Fen Fangdun'er's mind was spinning quickly, and he nodded silently in his heart, praising himself for his unruffled and quick response.

Malfoy likes to spread his fraternity and humanistic care most in public, but at this moment he accidentally discovered that when he just got off the carriage to create an atmosphere to be handsome, the new dragon leather boots on his feet were stained with terrible mud spots.Mr. Platinum Noble, who is in the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, couldn't stand it for a moment, and said "calmly": "It's getting late, so I'll save my words for the classroom! I think the principal must also hope that such a rainy night will have a good day." Sleep. I hope everyone will maintain anticipation and enthusiasm for my Defense Against the Dark Arts. Thank you. Headmaster Dumbledore, why don't we all go back to rest earlier?"

Principal Dumbledore agreed with a smile, and made a helpless and reluctant expression: "Since Professor Malfoy has said so, it would be unreasonable for me to disagree. By the way, our school has added a teaching The position of supervisor is Ms. Umbridge. In addition, Filch put a list of all prohibited items on the magic screen in the corridor on the first floor. Okay, that's all! Everyone go back to rest early! Good night!"

Umbridge took a deep breath without letting it out: "..."

……

"Honey, you've seen it too, she just doesn't like me. So I'm very happy to deliberately make her unhappy in front of her. I just like the way she can't understand me and can't kill me hiahia!"【Note 】In the evening, in the bathroom of Head Slytherin's bedroom, Cyril complained while washing.

"Of course I saw it. But let me say that there is no need to take this kind of clown role. All your reactions are the biggest motivation for her performance. Grapefruit essential oil balls?"

Severus was running hot water for the tub in the back.

"No, no, I want the lemon mint one. Who said I'm an audience, I'm a director. Does my big professor know what a director is?"

Cyril waved the toothbrush in his hand, and the freshly squeezed toothpaste flew out because of his movement, and stuck to Severus' feet, forming a blue-purple jelly.

"Oh! My starry sky toothpaste! I didn't expect the first mouthful of toothpaste to be dedicated to the floor. It's all because of that pink monster!" Cyril grumbled and complained.

Severus wiped the hideously colored toothpaste off the ground with a wave of his wand resignedly, and if it weren't for Cyril, he might never have put the blue-purple paste with tiny stars in his mouth in his life.

"Okay, director, brush your teeth well, and then take a shower quickly, you are a person who has class tomorrow morning." Severus agreed calmly.

"So you have to cooperate with me and play a good idiot. Since she sees everyone as idiots, then let's be idiots! By the way, can I do some extra little bad things?"

"Like...?" Severus looked at him warily.

"Like making her first day at work less smooth?"

"...you just have to be happy. If you're going to use...pranks... potions, be sure to ask me first. Don't embarrass me."

Cyril cheered a little, jumped on her, held her partner's face and took a bite: "Chirp! Shall we take a bath together, my dear sir?"

Severus looked upright: "No, the holiday papers haven't been judged yet."

Cyril deliberately complained: "Come on, you are just afraid..."

Severus interrupted sullenly, "I didn't…"

Xi Ruier frowned at someone's 300 taels of silver here: "..."

If sighs counted, Severus Snape must have sighed far more than average tonight.

Cyril casually brought up another topic: "Benny also said this morning that if that pink monster troubles me, you will help me beat her. Look at you now..."

"If she dares to trouble you, I definitely don't have to do it myself to make her regret stepping back into a school that no longer welcomes her."

Satisfied to hear his partner's long-lost "Tianliang Wangpo" tone, Xi Ruier untied his pajamas and stepped into the bathtub with satisfaction, waved his hand, and signaled: You go to judge the paper, and close the door for me by the way, thank you.

……

In the corridor on the second floor west of Hogwarts, Cyril silently watched the Weasley twins hiding behind the one-armed witch statue.Going forward from here is Umbridge's office, and these two clowns have been squatting for a while.

Red One whispered, "I think the Mischief Swamp in Diagon Alley is useless at all, it's too small, and she can still make a detour."

Red-haired No. [-] patted No. [-] on the shoulder: "Come on, Fred. This is already the best portable swamp on the market. If it doesn't work, the others will be enough. It's obviously too late for us to make another one ourselves."

Fred: "So I think it's better to just give her some modified vampire candy, as long as she doesn't go out for three hours. What do you think, George."

George: "The operation is too difficult to make her eat that candy safely. If only we had a place to make potions."

Fred grabbed George's shoulders: "Brother, I almost believed your potion level."

George smiled back, a row of white teeth shining: "Brother, there are at least two of us. So what do you want to do? The nosebleed potion that was conceived?"

Fred: "Yes. That's the one. I've thought about it. Although it's more difficult to do it in two steps, the effect is good. After it's done, I will secretly put it in her milk tea."

"Why not just make two potions that trigger each other?"

A gentle question suddenly came from behind the twins, nearly knocking them over the half-ton stone statue.

"you you you……"

"Mai Mai Mai..."

Cyril smiled and made a "shush" gesture: "Shh, if you make more noise, the pink monster will come out."

George and Fred were still in the shock of being caught by the teacher without anyone noticing.I saw the assistant teacher Cyril McLean flipping up his robe without any image and sitting casually on the side of the stone statue, stretching out his hand to beckon the two red-haired clowns to come closer.Tried the partial silence spell casually.

The red-haired twins approached Cyril carefully.

"Why do you want to attack fans... Umbridge?"

The twins looked at each other, and one of them stood up and explained: "Because of the long-standing dislike for her, Dad often talked about her deeds at home. There is also the matter of Peter Pettigrew...you know, and our family It's a little bit related, but I heard that this woman is uneasy and kind."

Cyril probably understood, and waved to the two red hairs.

"Come closer, both of you. The effect of a prank...is its effect. If no one knows about a prank after it's done, it's too miserable. So drugging her in the office is not powerful enough. And you said that the potion should be divided into two Step, then I guess it can be made into two medicines, right?"

The redheads nodded.

"Why not just put the two medicines in two of her favorite food combinations, so that there is no harm in examining either one alone."

George and Fred exchanged a surprised look.

"I can offer you two food options that you can sneak into the kitchen before dinner starts. Steak and creamy salad dressing."

George was shocked: "What the hell kind of match is this?!"

Cyril said: I'm sorry, she just has such a strange expression.

"Because I can almost guarantee that no one in the whole of Hogwarts will try the steak dipped salad."

Fred seemed a bit apprehensive: "What if I eat the salad first and then the steak? Will I have the same nosebleed?"

Cyril replied calmly: "No, there is a 3-second instant contact reaction time limit for potions, sir, it is obvious that your potions are not good enough! This year you will have OWLs, and you don't even know about this. I have to remind Severus to hurry up on fourth-year potions."

Fred looked innocent: "..."

George beside him had already bent over with a smile.

"How long do you need to make the potion? Do you have a prescription?" Cyril raised his chin.

The red-haired twins looked at each other and approached Cyril from left to right.

Fred: "We've always been curious about you."

George: "We've long thought we'd be partners."

Fred: "It can even be better, best friends or something, after all, you are different from those Slytherins."

Cyril smiled half-smile: "What's the difference?"

George: "In all aspects, in short, it suits our eyes and our appetite."

Fred: "So... Assistant Professor McLean is willing to join us?"

George: "As long as you have dreams, ideas, and enthusiasm, you can join us~~"

Cyril was amused by the dog-legged appearance of the two: "Join what? The Sky Monkey Research and Development Center?"

Fred blinked: "What is the Sky-Switching Monkey?"

Cyril: "A kind of fireworks that can fly very high in a straight line and is also very lively."

In the end, Cyril brought the two red-haired twins to his office in the name of "labor service", and opened the almost unused potion experiment room.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

———The two live treasures gave out the same admiration at the same time.

George: "Dear Michael, can we-"

Fred: "—how many times will you punish labor service, after all——"

George: "—our goals are so consistent."

The two live treasures surrounded Cyril with arias and hugged the thighs for the first half of the sentence and the second half of the sentence.

"Look at your performance for a while. If I find that you really have talent in this field and are very interested, then you shouldn't be buried. The danger of private experiments is very high, so you can come here for any experiments you have in the future."

George: "Prank—"

Fred: "—it's our business!"

George: "And you were the first to say yes!"

Fred: "You're just—"

George: "—our reinvented parents!"

Cyril gave each of them a pat on the back of the head, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, shut up, go and prepare the materials!"

……

There was a bold official letter hanging on the bulletin board, saying that the teaching supervision would officially start this afternoon.The first round was mainly attended by Ms. Umbridge, a commissioner from the Ministry of Magic, and the schedule said that the first class to be "flipped" in the afternoon was the class on magical creatures.

For this reason, Professor Delaplan's face was not very good all afternoon. Apparently, the female professor who had taught magical creatures all her life thought it was a shame that her course was audited on the grounds of "inspection".But the old professor's bad face didn't last long, because there was a little trouble with Lady Dolores Pink Square Umbridge.

Blood flowed like a fountain of nosebleeds, flying straight down three thousand feet...

Call it what you will, but it doesn't stop bleeding. The lady looks like she's going to faint from blood loss.

Madam Pomfrey used a powerful hemostatic spell to seal Umbridge's two nostrils, which directly caused her to breathe through her mouth. In order to prevent the lady from being choked to death by the surging nosebleed back into her mouth or trachea, Madam Pomfrey used another sealing spell very cleverly.

Umbridge, who breathes through his mouth, looks like a pink frog, his eyes are slightly protruding, his face is flushed, his hands are carefully touching his big flat nose, and his tone is incomparably sharp and irritable: "What's going on? ?! Why do I keep getting nosebleeds!!! I must be under a curse!"

"No, I checked you. Maybe you ate something you shouldn't eat, or the air is dry? Are you angry? After all, you were still coughing two days ago." Madam Pomfrey said frankly .

Umbridge looked like you were kidding me.

"That's my meal or drink being poisoned!! Steak, it must be steak! I just ate a bite of steak and that's it!" Umbridge screamed angrily while panting with his mouth open. .

Cyril silently drank the same drink in his hand, his face unharmed.Snape beside the white fox boy cut off a piece of steak with a knife and fork, fed it gracefully into his mouth, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"You choose the seat yourself, and the steak is served randomly, let alone steak, we'll be fine if we eat all the food on this table." Professor McGonagall reasoned sullenly.

Umbridge still looks very manic, with a look of "there are always people who want to harm me" and "someone has to pay for it".

Madam Pomfrey's eyes flickered, she glanced casually at Umbridge's dinner plate, and stopped her from running away violently with one sentence: "Calm down first, otherwise the blood vessels may rupture again due to emotional agitation... At that time, It’s not just the nostrils that are bleeding. So I suggest you go to the medical wing to lie down and rest. Let’s take a good look at it in the afternoon. If it doesn’t stop bleeding after an hour, you’ll be fine. Take you to St. Mungo's."