Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Grigorovich? I haven't heard of it." Cyril blinked, glanced at Dumbledore who fell silent, and then at Severus who stopped speaking after speaking.

"Okay, okay, then can I ask another question?" The white fox boy raised a paw, and then asked again without waiting for everyone's rejection: "I've always been curious, where did that man's own wand go? "

"I'm here." The old principal didn't know what to think of, and his expression became subtle. 【Note】As soon as he finished speaking, he received "eager" gazes from three people.

Cyril: "???"

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the bookshelves behind him, and took out a book from one of the rows. On the black cover, "Short Collection of Magical and Humorous Stories" was written in gold letters, and then turned around and read the book in front of everyone. Open.

It was clearly a shadow box covered with a book cover, and there were two broken white wands inside. Compared with the purple shirt in Cyril's impression, it looked more like a human bone.

"His body disappeared at the time, so the wand fell into the house of the Potters in Godric's Hollow, and was accidentally stepped on by those who drove away." The old headmaster stated in a tone of voice.

"Stomp... Broken?! Who is so powerful?"

Cyril felt a little nonsensical that the magic wand of the majestic Great Demon King was broken like this.

"The result of my inference is that Mr. Black probably stepped on it accidentally. I picked up the broken wand from there." The old headmaster said with a blank face and raised his beard.

"Then you should really add chicken legs to the big dog." Cyril smirked.

Headmaster Dumbledore stroked his beard and nodded, and even forgot to correct Cyril's address to Black: "Somewhere, this is probably Merlin's wish..."

Cyril turned his head to the bookshelf behind the old principal again, with a foxy smile on his face: "Albus, the books on the bookshelf behind you must be treasure boxes!"

Dumbledore denied it flatly: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

The remaining three people in the room all had "ohhhhh~~~" expressions on their faces.The old headmaster was amused by the strange atmosphere at the moment. He put the box back on his precious bookshelf, ignored everyone's gossip expressions, and pretended to cough twice, "What did you just say? Grigovich?"

Lucius stroked his smooth chin, quickly withdrew his expanding brain, and said in a long tone: "German master wand maker, but I heard that it is not easy to find him now."

"Isn't that a good thing? Find someone for ten days and half a month, and when he gets a suitable wand, we might copy his lair." Cyril smiled optimistically.

"It's not attractive enough. He will probably send someone to look for it. Leaving England...he probably won't go there himself." Lucius was still hesitating.

"uncertain."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, and said quietly: "Germany has never attracted him just a magic wand."

……

Unexpected, but also expected.Voldemort was very interested in Germany.

Lucius casually mentioned a few words in front of Rookwood, the Death Eater who casually said that Bella lost something, there is a master of wand making in Germany.

The wizard, who was dog-legged and wanted to show off in front of Voldemort, couldn't wait to run to Voldemort to claim credit.After hearing this, Voldemort thought for a long time, chewing the word "Germany" back and forth in his flat, lipless mouth, and finally smiled.

"Very good, August. Very good...you gave me a good idea. I suddenly remembered some very interesting --- stories. Very good..." The moody big devil said in a cold voice He said "very good" four times in a row, August Rookwood blushed with excitement, and buried his head even lower.

"Great and omniscient master, then I, your servant, will go back to the Ministry of Magic and wait for orders."

Rookwood was Voldemort's eyeliner in the Ministry of Magic. His usefulness became dispensable after the First World War in the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort even pointed him to Bella to assist Bella in her work.It was drudgery for the ambitious but timid gambler.

"What? Bella hasn't done anything for you lately?" Voldemort asked casually.

"Recently, Bella has been busy with some private matters, so I have no time——so I'm going to hibernate first, and I'm ready to listen to your orders at any time."

"Oh?" Voldemort seemed to pause for a moment, but he didn't express his opinion on Bella's behavior. He just went on to say, "Then I'll give you a task first. Recently, the dementors don't have enough snacks. There is one in the south." Small village, the traffic has been unable to keep up, and most of the people living in it are despicable Muggles. You bring a few people and dementors, people belong to them, and you divide things... Remember to leave a mark. It’s not our habit to leave a name.”

Rookwood took a few steps forward, put his head completely on the corner of Voldemort's robe, and kissed the black cloth affectionately, as if it was his lover's blue silk.

"Obey, my lord. Praise be to your mercy!"

"Go back."

……

Jumping pills, the sun and the moon, Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye.

Lucius had been doing well lately, and Voldemort had gone to Germany with a few of his minions—not including him, thank goodness.

The platinum aristocrat has been living a simple life as a professor at school recently (as far as Lucius himself is concerned, he has lived an early retirement life without the interruption of grandchildren), and he even gave all A thoughtful "Christmas gift" for students - no written assignments are left two weeks in advance.

"I thought you should at least assign and grade papers, after all you have two grades ahead of your big exams. Instead of listening to your Muggle musicians Mozart and Rachmaninoff here."

———Severus hissed to remind Lucius when he gave Lucius a sleep-promoting beauty potion.Apparently, the "corruption" of this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor made the honest and dedicated Potions professor look down on it.

"Oh, don't worry my friend. I just happened to know some tidbits that I shouldn't know now...reliable information. For example: In order to fully prepare for that person's raid, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts OWLs and NEWTs exams will practice that part The assessment score ratio has been increased to 90.00%.”

The face of the platinum nobleman was full of "Surprised or unexpected", and he was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to shake his legs.

"Then you..." Master Severus, the serious Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, still frowned worriedly.

Lucius said enthusiastically: "You'll never guess, a brilliant idea. I asked Xiaolong and his little friends to set up an interest group for the practice of defense against the dark arts -- or a club, whatever you want to call it. Children Love doing events like this, it's more freedom and you can make friends. I occasionally go in private to teach, but let me say, the kids are doing great on their own. You don't know, there is even a Ravenclaw among them The second-grade girl in the school made a communication badge, which is controlled by a general badge, and all the rest of the badges will display what the person wants to display——to inform the time and place, isn’t it clever? I It's like seeing the new alchemy spell engineer of M&M six years later!"

Severus folded his arms and raised his eyebrows to watch Lucius go on and on.

"This interest group is good for everything. It's called DA---Defense Association (Defense Association). This name...is the only thing I'm not satisfied with...Do you think it sounds a bit like Dumbledore's Army (Dumbledore's Army) Army)? Why doesn't Xiaolong just become an SA (Slytherin Army), no matter how bad he is HA (Hogwarts Army)... I don't even expect him to be an MA (Malfoy Army)..."

Having said that, the platinum nobleman rubbed his chin, deeply worried.

"..."

Severus retracted his raised eyebrows, turned sharply, and walked out the door.

"I don't want to talk to you Lucius anymore today. I think it will waste my time and insult my IQ."

The wizard's robe with black hair and black eyes rolled open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, leaving behind a light sentence.

If you have the time to listen to Lucius' gossip, it's better to go back and listen to Cyril's gossip. The latter is at least soft and cute, who can be hugged and held high.

Master Slytherin, who didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his logic at all, walked through the corridor to the cellar like a gust of wind, unaware that he had unknowingly accepted the matter of listening to someone "talking" for several years Things that would have been "Avada" with his eyes in the past.

……

Cyril fell asleep again with a summary of medical records he had sorted out in his hand.When he woke up again, he found himself on the bed. He had already changed his pajamas, and there were a group of little magic stars crowded on the bedside table—mostly bright yellow, some with gold and silver, and the same ones on the ceiling when he woke up for the first time. See exactly the same.

"A trick to coax children." Cyril whispered, but her eyes were full of uncontrollable smiles.

He found his white wand by the pillow, and he checked the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening.He even slept through dinner!Touching his stomach, the white fox boy felt a little hungry——emmm... I was eager to eat meat, the kind that was stewed with fat and thin...or steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice would also work.

A cage of pearl ribs quickly appeared in Xi Ruier's mind.

The best ribs are washed and chopped, marinated in the prepared marinade, and rolled in the soaked glutinous rice.Spread the cabbage leaves on the bottom of the cage, arrange the ribs wrapped in glutinous rice, and sprinkle some chopped green onion... When grandma makes this dish, she also puts corn segments cut lengthwise into four teeth and steams them... The glutinous rice is soaked in the oil of the ribs, Crystal clear, the meat is soft and delicious with the fragrance of rice, even the corn is full of meaty fragrance...

"Gudong." Cyril's Adam's apple slid up and down in a circle.

The white fox boy couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the thick dressing gown that was placed beside the bed, put it on on both arms, put on the fur slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

The office was quiet, and his lover Severus was flipping through a thick stack of documents behind the desk.

Cyril tiptoed around the wall and walked past the wizard, trying to scare him childishly.Then, the moment he rushed over, the wizard grabbed his wrist from behind.

"Why are your hands so cold?" The wizard looked away from the paper in his hand, and pulled the man into his arms from behind.

Cyril generously occupied the wizard's thigh, regardless of the fact that he was already a 1.8-meter tall guy—he never doubted that his partner was strong enough to pick him up from where he was Run back down two corridors.

"Because I'm hungry."

The master of potions heard the person in his arms say this.

Severus put the little friend back on the ground, stood up straight, patted his butt, and said, "Then eat and wash your hands. I'll ask your grandma to make steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice this afternoon."

"!!!" Cyril's eyes widened, and the gray-green eyeballs reflected what could be called "brilliant" light.

"You fell asleep on the sofa this afternoon, talking in your sleep, still biting the blanket I covered you, muttering about wanting to eat steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice." The wizard explained with a wooden face.

Cyril walked over, smacked the wizard on the face, and quickly ran away.

"Honey, in fact, you can be said to be a soul mate. You feel that I really want to eat glutinous rice ribs... This sounds more romantic."

"Teachable, thank you, Assistant Professor McLean."

"You're welcome, I'm willing to serve you, Professor Snape." Cyril blew another kiss before going to the bathroom.

The Potions Master relaxed his brows that had been habitually frowned all the year round, shook his head, and sighed softly, which sounded like a "little troll".

……

At Christmas, because of Principal Dumbledore's call, nearly 90.00% of the students stayed, and some of the other students who insisted on reuniting with their families were sent to the agreed place by the professors themselves with the portkey, and the return time was determined in advance.

Because this is about to be the most crowded Christmas for Hogwarts since the last "Five Schools Alliance" competition, so the old headmaster simply solicited Christmas activities from teachers and students through the "Little Prophet Daily".Later, because there were too many creative ideas for the event, it was difficult for everyone to choose, so they simply planned a "Christmas event collection by time period".Everyone can sign up for the activities they want to participate in on a Christmas invitation letter, which is used by each planning team to count the number of people and prepare props.

Cyril and Severus were going back to McLean Manor for a family reunion in the evening, and they just filled in the registration form from 10 am to 4 pm.

Master Slytherin was very dissatisfied with this for a time, he meant to fill in 11:1 to [-]:[-]——"Eating a lunch is already very face-saving."

August 12 at 24am.

It was rare for the two people who had woken up to not get up. The little stars that Cyril acted like a coquettish and forced Severus to conjure up last night did not fade away because of the passage of the night. They clustered in groups Squeeze together in a corner of the room, trying to minimize your own presence.

Cyril buried herself tightly on the wizard's naked shoulders, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the pale but firm skin of the wizard.

The white fox boy hummed in a hazy tone: "Today is a make-up lunch event at noon, don't forget the clothes you promised me to wear last night."

Master Slytherin, who was caressing the butterfly bone on Cyril's back, paused for a moment, neither saying yes nor refusing.