Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Which one do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?" Lucius sat on the sofa chair in the principal's office, with his legs stretched forward and opened to the sides, his back leaning on the back of the chair, his face pale, but look The mental state is fairly stable.

"..."

Judging from the expressions of several people in the principal's office, it seems that everyone doesn't think there is any difference between good and bad news from Voldemort.

Unless one day Voldemort suddenly thinks about it and decides to take his minions to a wizard prison for retirement.

Stirring the coffee in the coffee cup with a golden spoon, Lucius said slowly: "Okay, let me tell you the bad news first, that person is going to attack Hogwarts. I'm sure, this is him The biggest plan that has been prepared in the near future.”

The office was dead silent, and everyone showed a tangled expression of "unexpected but reasonable", "I can accept it intellectually but hard to let go emotionally".

Lucius seemed a little secretly pleased with the silence he brought, and continued: "The good news is that it won't be at Christmas, because he will be calling his team recently, and Christmas may be too late."

"...Did he say what kind of people he would call?" Dumbledore asked gently with his expression well controlled as always.

"It is estimated that there are some wizards, and there may be werewolves and giants. But it is not bad, it should be difficult for him to find some who can be on the stage for a while. The werewolves... Fenrir is dead, and the werewolves are currently electing new ones." Boss, so, I guess that person wants to unite with the new head of the werewolf." Lucius said with a frown.

"I understand. I will pay more attention to this point. It just so happens that we have people in this area." The old headmaster stroked his beard and nodded.

Holding the cup in one hand, the platinum nobleman rubbed the snake stick in his hand with the other, and added: "In terms of time, there may be some good news that is not good news. He said that he will contact me when he comes here, and let me talk to you." They worked together inside and out to help open Hogwarts' ward, so I guess maybe I'll know when he's going to attack before everyone else."

After finishing the first half of the sentence, Lucius leaned forward slightly, looked directly at his old friend sitting on the side with his blue-gray eyes, and smirked at the corner of his mouth: "By the way, Severus, you and your little friend I'm on that person's blacklist. Second only to the Potter's brat. I think he wants to feed you to that snake as soon as he seizes the opportunity... So——— I suggest you stay in Hogg for a long time Woz, and so does Cyril."

Cyril turned his head to look at his partner, who had the usual expression, deep eyes, and the corners of the mandible were still cold and tight.

"Thanks for the reminder." Severus nodded slightly, his attitude calm and indifferent.

Lucius smacked his lips, threw the stirring spoon in his hand into the coffee cup without aristocrats, made a crisp "clang" sound, and continued: "Actually, I think you are fine, Cyril is the one who should be more careful, The man was so shocked and --- interested in some of his performances at the Battle of the Ministry of Magic that he mentioned Eastern witchcraft many times during his tantrums. Well, I'm going to ask, it's nothing else, what do you think Is St. Mungo's safe?"

Cyril himself said frankly: "In previous riots or wars, St. Mungo's has always been in a neutral state. It is a tradition and a bottom line not to attack hospitals. However, I used to think that as a school, Hogwarts was also neutral. Yes, and the target is Voldemort... so... I will be careful."

Severus glanced at his little friend with a hint of concern, pursed the corners of his mouth, and seemed hesitant to speak.

Catching Severus' gaze, Cyril explained clearly: "It depends on the situation, my dear. If not, I will take a temporary leave. I don't want to lead these desperadoes there for my own reasons. Doctors and The patients are so innocent. As for... the recent research topics, I think there is no problem with some experiments being done at Hogwarts. Others... wait for the need, and it will not be too late to go there again."

This time Lucius' summoning was considered "smooth". Voldemort, who knew that he was short of people, did not torment his own few Death Eaters who could "handle" in a fit of rage. After the exchange, Deng Bullido proposed to ask the teachers to carefully investigate the dead corners of Yichang Castle.

By the way, leave a task for Snape and Cyril—whether to make further innovations in the Wolfsbane 1 potion, or to make a trait that has an absolute advantage in some aspects, this result may be very important, no matter Is it to the potion werewolf itself, or to this war.

Lucius turned his head while holding the doorknob in his hand, before returning to his office, he casually left a sentence: "By the way, there is another piece of good news, that person is now holding the old Death Eater who followed him to fight in the north and south." Two-thirds have been lost. So far, the only one who can barely be considered a character... is the widow Lestrange. Her recent madness is infinitely approaching that of her master."

……

Even Dumbledore assured every little wizard that the school was safe.But the number of young wizards at Hogwarts is still sporadically decreasing.

This day, when Cyril was in the potion class of the first grade, he found that three more people had disappeared from the list.This is the magic roster synchronized by the whole school. The reason why the name of a young wizard who did not graduate normally disappeared from the list is that he gave up his Hogwarts student status and transferred to another school, apart from his "true disappearance".In the face of potential danger, everyone's choice is different. Although Cyril sighed in his heart, he understood and respected the choice very early on.

After class, a little Ravenclaw first-year girl came to the podium and silently helped Cyril tidy up the bottles and cans on the table.

Cyril is quite familiar with this little girl, because she has a good talent for potions and likes to ask questions after class.No teacher would hate a studious child, and neither did Cyril.

The little girl has short, golden-brown hair that reaches the ears, and the ends of the hair are bent inwards, making her chin pointy. The apples of her cheeks are a healthy pink, and her eyes are a lovely chocolate brown.Today she has a light blue fluffy cat hairpin pinned to her head.She silently helped Cyril put a large bottle of solvent into the locker, then pinched a corner of the robe in her hand, hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter, Anne?" Cyril turned around and saw the little girl's tangled expression.

Annie lowered her head and took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Mr. McLean, I'm actually here to say goodbye to you... My family and I will move to France this weekend. I will go to Beauxbatons Going to school... My parents said that now in England..."

The little girl raised her head, the corners of her eyes were flushed, and there was a crystal tear on her eyelashes: "I am very reluctant to be here...I really like Ravenclaw. And my roommate...Students, professors, Hogwarts hereby..."

Cyril was stunned for a second, then squatted down, and handed over the handkerchief in his pocket.

"It's okay, you can still come here to have a look if you have a chance in the future. If you want, you can also communicate with us..."

The comfort from Mr. McLean seemed to make the little girl even more sad. Her tears were falling down in big drops, and the tip of her nose was red. The girl pinched the handkerchief in her hand with sobs: "I really, really like this place. Teacher, I don't like saying goodbye...you are all good, especially you...my sister will come with us, she is in 4th year of Ravenclaw, she has always been jealous that you can teach us potions in [-]st year, she Didn't catch up..."

The little girl was crying upside down about the fact that she was forced to leave her beloved school, looking extremely pitiful.

"...My sister and I actually think Hogwarts is quite safe, but my parents are worried. My grandmother is French... I really hope that England is not so messy..."

Cyril patted the girl on the shoulder silently, and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

"It's not that I can't come back, don't cry! They're all cats."

Annie opened her red eyes and repeated in doubt: "Floral cat?"

Time seemed to return to the days when Annie followed Cyril to ask questions. Annie would repeat a word with such an expression if she didn't understand it.

Cyril made a grimace: "It's a Chinese saying, which means crying until the face is mottled with tears..."

"Pfft." The girl smiled through tears.

Cyril snorted the hair on the top of the girl's head, and said warmly: "Look, that's right! Believe me, it won't take long for those horrible people and things to disappear. Britain is still safe. By then, you Come back."

"Ok!"

When the two of them walked to the door of the classroom, Annie stopped and took out another blue cat hairpin from her pocket—obviously it was a pair with the one on her head, and carefully stuffed it into Cyril's hand.

"As a souvenir for you, this cat card can bring good luck. I really like it."

Cyril looked at the small hairpin in his palm with a relaxed expression, smiled and held it in his hand.

"I wish you the best of luck in your future at Beauxbatons."

"Why don't you wish me a good teacher like you." The little girl wrinkled her nose.

"Oh, that's not easy." Cyril stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and shook his head.

"Haha! Goodbye, Mr. McLean."

"See you later, Anne."

The smile on Cyril's mouth disappeared the moment the girl turned around, and he watched silently as the little figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

These children should have lived carefree on a sunny lawn, playing and having fun.However, Voldemort brought the shadow of war to cloud England's skies.

……

At the beginning of December, after getting off work on Friday, Cyril, who got all the data, moved all the materials back to the school with the help of Severus.He applied for two months of annual leave in advance, preparing to start a period of life in Hogwarts.

The Daily Prophet reports on a daily basis where a village has been attacked, which government official's house has a dark mark on it, a store in Diagon Alley has announced its closure, and the boss is going abroad, and his return is yet to be determined.

The British wizarding world fell into depression and depression.The dark age of more than ten years ago has come back.

On Saturday morning, Cyril and Severus showed up in the auditorium on time for breakfast.

Work and rest regularly, go to bed early and wake up early—this is the rule they have set for each other recently.

The reason was that Mr. McLean no longer needed to go to St. Mungo's for a short period of time, which caused the young doctor to turn around day and night for three consecutive days. Except for the days of class, he was doing his own research in the laboratory without sleeping and eating.The head of Slytherin, who has always been "only allow state officials to set fire and not allow people to light lamps", can't bear to study half of the poison 1 wolf. The two finalized a new house rule through an emergency family meeting: "Early to bed and early to rise, exercise .Three meals are regular, weekends are no exception.”

So this couple, who have always been invisible at the teachers' table on weekends, both appeared here today. Ten minutes later, the owls came and went, carrying the Daily Prophet and various letterheads.

When a newspaper was dropped next to a bowl of Cyril's cereal, he caught sight of the prominent headline at the top: "The man who dare not mention the name leads a raid on the Ministry of Magic's International Hearth Division, blowing up 12 "International Fireplace Passage" Cyril's heart skipped a beat, he dropped the spoon, pulled the newspaper with trembling fingers, and glanced over it.

Severus frowned, obviously seeing the news too.

"Did Benny say that they will come to England again in a few days?" Cyril asked in a low voice with trembling lips, not sure whether to ask himself or the wizard around him.

Severus turned sideways and took another newspaper, grabbed Cyril's cold hand, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't worry, Benny already knew that the international fireplace passage was no longer safe, no..."

———The number of casualties is still being counted, and the preliminary determination is that 56 people died and 67 people were seriously injured...

According to the confirmation of the identity statistics card, the death list as of 45:[-] am is now announced:...

……

Cyril almost choked his throat, and with his temples congested, he stretched out his fingers to sift through the list of deaths and serious injuries line by line.

The first page doesn't...

The second page……

Cyril's trembling fingers stopped abruptly.

Anne Keno --- Celine Keno ---

Severus had another newspaper in his hand and had clearly read the casualty list.He put the newspaper back on the table, put one hand on Cyril's shoulder, and was about to tell him the luck of the misfortune, there was no McLean or Chinese name in it for the time being.

Turning around, he was caught off guard and saw Cyril's red eye sockets and the lower corner of his mouth clenched with his teeth.

"... Cyril?" the wizard whispered uncertainly.

The white fox boy said hoarsely: "You know, Severus. This girl came to me this Monday, saying that she didn't want to leave Hogwarts, and she must come back when Britain is safe..."

Severus was silent for a moment: "...For the war, the only thing we can do is to meet him head-on and win it."

Cyril sniffed and put the newspaper on the table.The mini tablet in the pocket just vibrated.

Lin Jiu's face appeared on the screen: "Baby, we have arrived in England. I just went to Diagon Alley with your father to do some business, and saw your Ministry of Magic on fire from the big screen on the corner."

Benny leaned in front of the camera and said calmly: "We just want to tell you that everything is fine here. Your grandpa and grandma were going to take the international fireplace tunnel, but they found that they couldn't connect to the Floo network. I didn't know what happened. Big deal!"

"Fortunately, we have received your grandparents now. You don't have to worry. Dad, Cyril is here, come and video with your grandson."

Mr. Lin nimbly squeezed away his son-in-law. He was wearing the new coat that Benny had just bought for him, and a fluffy hat on his head. He looked a little cute.

The old man complained angrily: "My precious grandson! Let me tell you, this fireplace of yours is too unreliable! I even sprinkled that kind of powder, and the green light flashed and knocked me down, almost hitting me. waist!"

"It's not as exaggerated as your grandpa said, it's just that the fireplace suddenly failed. It's because your grandpa has a lot of things to do, and said that the fireplace was too cold to sit on the roc in winter. But we are really all right, luck among misfortunes " Bai Zhi said softly.

"Yes, thanks to your grandma who suddenly remembered and didn't take the freshly made shrimp dumplings, which wasted a few precious minutes." Mr. Lin said loudly.

Lin Jiu interjected with a smile: "Actually, we each drank a little of the Felix Felicia that Severus brought last time when we went out. Your father said that such a large bottle will easily expire if you don't drink it early."

Cyril watched the whole family huddled in front of the screen with the desolate Diagon Alley in the background, but everyone had ruddy faces and eyes sparkling with love and hope.I couldn't help but feel a sore nose, want to cry and laugh, and finally took a deep breath: "You all come over tonight, just as Principal Dumbledore said that he wants to eat hot pot tonight. I'm hungry too."