Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The Mailin potion material shop is next to the Yila owl pet shop.There is no sunshine in the house all year round, and it is a little dark.

"Mr. Snape, you are here." A young wizard sitting in the shop stood up and greeted the customers who entered the shop eagerly.

"Gary, long time no see." Snape nodded succinctly, and dragged in the boy who was wandering by the door and looking at the owl shop.

"Oh! This... this is..." The flaxen-haired wizard seemed surprised to see Cyril, looked at Snape uncertainly, and asked with his eyes.

Snape nodded his head lightly as a response, and stopped paying more attention, turned around and walked straight into the shop, slowly rummaging through boxes of potions, choosing the quality.

"My dear little Mr. McLean, good morning." The flaxen-haired young wizard bowed slightly, and greeted Cyril respectfully.

"Hi, do you know me...?"

"Of course! Melin Potions has always been the property of the noble McLean family. I am the steward here, Gavin Lott. You can call me Gavin."

"Oh, Gavin hello." (⊙⊙)

Because Benny didn't seem to have mentioned the issue of the family business with him, the boy didn't want to ask questions here, although he was curious.

After a brief chat with the person in charge named Gavin, the boy couldn't wait to run back to the professor, watching the black-haired wizard carefully choose the potion.

"Sir, is this cat's ear plant?" The boy squatted obediently by the side and stared at Snape's use of a special wooden clamp to hold the furry plant in the wooden box.

"Brown fluff, 3 centimeters in length, pointed at the top and wide at the bottom, in a triangular shape. Obviously... yes." Snape kept moving his hands as he simply repeated the introduction to the cat's ear in the Encyclopedia of Magical Plants.

"So you're going to make a sleeping potion?"

Cyril remembered mentioning in "Thousands Uses of Herbs" that an important use of cat's ear grass is to make sleep aid potions.

Snape glanced back at the boy: "I'm impressed, Mr. McLean. You didn't forget the contents of the book after a holiday."

The boy wrinkled his nose cutely, "Not only have I not forgotten, but I have read and memorized all the categories in "Thousands Use of Herbs"."

"Are you asking for praise in this tone?" The wizard chuckled, then turned back and put the whole box of cat's ears aside.

Cyril stared blankly at the professor's short-lived smile, which was different from the usual stern wizard's sneer and sarcastic smile, it looked very relaxed, and even the sharp corners of his eyes softened.He looks younger and even handsome.

"Then, can the powerful Mr. McLean tell the professor, what should be paid attention to when picking cat ear grass?"

Cyril, who was in a daze, replied blankly: "Picking?"

"uh-huh."

"Avoid light...?"

"It's easy to imagine, since cat's ear grows in the shade. What else?"

"Is there...?"

"Because cat's ear grass is negative, light protection and low temperature are the basic conditions. At the same time, because of cat's ear grass's sensitivity and variability, it is not possible to use soil insulation baskets with more impurities and potion storage boxes blessed with magic circles. Therefore, here Provided the simplest beech wood basket.

It is also because of this that in terms of picking, you can't use your hands directly, and ordinary dragon leather gloves can't work either. You can only use gloves or wooden clips with external wooden boards, which is the one in my hand.The method is to pick from the roots, with maximum integrity of the plant... What are you doing, Mr. McLean? "

"Take notes, Professor."

At some point, Cyril took out a cowhide notebook from the Qiankun bag, holding a Muggle pen in his hand.Because of my English proficiency, I am struggling to spell the word "beech basket", and I missed an "S" by visual inspection.

"...Put it away, boy. If you write like a troll, you probably won't be able to understand it when you go back. I'll give you a copy of "Picking Skills and Precautions for Thousands of Magical Plants" when you go back to school."

"Oh, that's really great." Cyril immediately put away the horrific notes kindly.

While selecting the potions he needed, Professor Snape explained to the boy the relevant knowledge of the potion materials in his hands. As a generation of potion masters, he turned the purchase into a live experience teaching of potion materials.

And his student, Mai Lin Shaodong, Sirel, squatted beside him earnestly, listening with gusto.

"So, according to the old rules, will you be packed and sent to school?"

"Thank you."

The wizard, who had left the teaching mode, returned to the state of cherishing words like gold, simply signed the order, took "Mai Lin Shaodong's house" and was greeted warmly by Gavin, walked out of the potion material store, and entered the lively main street.

Diagon Alley is always at its peak in the days before school starts, and that applies to any holiday.

Seeing the crowds and darkness, Snape frowned fiercely, obviously refusing to rush into the crowded restaurant again.

Cyril looked up at the professor beside him who was standing at the intersection and refused to go any further, and then at the street full of people, the boy thoughtfully said:

"Why don't we go out to eat, just eat something. I know there are a few quieter restaurants out there, just to see if you don't mind being run by a Muggle..."

"lead the way."

The wizard responded almost instantly, taking the lead with his long legs wrapped in suit pants.

Cyril trotted behind, looking at the tall man in front of him wearing dark brogue shoes and wrapped in a British-style black woolen coat.Originally very elegant attire, because of the strong temperament of the wizard himself, he exudes a neat and lingering aura.

Although the professor who didn't wear the wizard's robe didn't have the majestic appearance of the billowing black robe, his aura was still [-] meters.In a daze, the crowded and busy pedestrian street Moses was divided into a small road more than one person wide, leading directly to the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

The professor who was about to go straight to the bar suddenly stopped, turned around and stretched out his hand, "Give me the suitcase."

"Oh, no need, Benny used the Feather Charm on me, it's very light." The boy refused.

Seeing that Professor Snape still insisted, he finally handed the luggage to the professor, and he ran two steps forward and gently grabbed the wizard's cuff.

The boy pinched the wool fabric nervously with two fingers. The thick wool felt a bit prickly, and his fingertips were numb due to excessive force.The boy followed the professor's pace closely, for fear that the professor would throw him off.

Probably because there were so many people, the wizard just paused insignificantly, and did not make any other actions. He put on the oil bottle in a good-tempered manner and walked out of the dark bar all the way.

"Mr. McLean, please let go and look at the road first, left or right?"

"Turn right, a simple American restaurant, if you don't mind."

"Let's go."

"it is good."

In the end, the two of them sat down in a secluded corner of this seemingly special-looking restaurant, and the young waiter handed over the menu.

The wizard condescendingly looked around this post-modern restaurant, focusing on the decoration and furniture, and finally picked up the menu pickily and read it slowly.

Probably because the professor had his own air-conditioning bonus, the waitress in black and white waiter uniform held her breath for a while and finally couldn't bear it and ran away.

Just leave a sentence: "You pick a good dish and ring the bell to call me."

"So...the menu looks like it's full of hamburgers and fried chicken..."

Snape's obsidian-like eyes were fixed on the boy with a natural face, as if he wanted to see whether the boy was out of consideration for his dislike of crowds, or simply wanted to eat junk food.

"Oh! How come? I remember several kinds of salads, pizzas, pastas, and soups." The boy met the other's eyes and replied bravely, without guilt.

"Then let's just eat salad and soup, and let them serve baguettes." Snape replied calmly in a hoarse voice without changing his face.

Then he managed to see the boy's aggrieved face, "...won't you eat some meat?"

Instant physical and mental pleasure...

Snape felt that it must be because he was relieved during the holidays, and he received a few rare copies of potions by the way, which caused him to deliberately tease the half-blood boy opposite him at this moment, and then secretly wanted to see how pitiful the boy was. face changing.

Satisfied, someone called the waiter and ordered enough meat and salad.

Cyril's little face turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, showing a trend of sunny days in August.

A certain little boy who satisfied his appetite also got a small piece of Black Forest cake after the meal. His big gray-green eyes narrowed happily, and he looked like a smooth-haired cat with cream in his mouth. cat.

After dinner Snape took the boy to Spider's End, fetched some things and returned to Hogwarts by the fireplace.

Standing in the familiar office of Head Slytherin, the boy rarely ran back to the little snake's den in a hurry,

On the contrary, he helped the professor sort out the received potion materials and put them into the storage room diligently, and followed the professor step by step.

"So what's the matter with Mr. McLean?" Snape put the last basket of rat tail roots into the incubator, and turned to ask the little tail behind him.

"Well... I just want to ask, do you like the gift I gave you?" The more I spoke, the lower my voice became, until it was almost a mosquito humming.