Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril and Severus were back at school the day after Christmas.

Because it was still a holiday, students without courses wandered happily around the campus. On the way out from the principal's office, the two of them even saw students from various colleges who were building snowmen and having snowball fights outside the window.Everyone wore their own coats, changed from the black robes and cloaks of the past, and added a few lively colors to the quiet snow scene with laughter and laughter.

The snow-wrapped Hogwarts Castle and the lawn became thicker and softer, and they were almost connected to the Forbidden Forest, which was also covered by heavy snow, into a vast expanse of whiteness.Even the Gothic tower spiers and the dry tree trunks in the Forbidden Forest have been softened by this heavy snow. The auspicious snow is a good year, and the mysterious nature washes the land of England with its own power. The dregs and sins, it looks like the world is at peace and the years are quiet.

When the two came out of the fireplace in the principal's room, they did not meet the old principal sitting behind the desk as usual, only a small note welcoming back to school.Xi Ruier left the snack box for the other party, wrote a few words casually on the back of the small note to inform the two that everything was normal when they returned to school, and then walked directly to the cellar.

"Honey, do you think Albus is in Germany now?" Cyril suddenly looked up and asked.

The rhythm under Severus' feet kept going, and he asked back: "Why do you think so?"

"It's just a feeling. The last time we met, Gryffindor and His Excellency Slytherin casually mentioned the matter of the minibus shedding its skin—in fact, our current headmaster had a good relationship with the devil in Germany... um …It’s just that the relationship is very good, um, it’s kind of like us—that’s what it means. And Godric seems to think that Headmaster Dumbledore has more than enough love..."

Severus raised his eyebrows: "Oh? I thought those two gentlemen were not such gossips."

Cyril leaned closer to his partner, clasped his arms with both hands, his eyes gleamed with faint excitement of gossip: "It's really not, they just said it casually when I heard the mysterious man and the devil last time. They mastered Keeping track of all the dynamics of the castle, including our headmaster's, of course. Godric also said that in the dead of night, when there is no one else in the office, our headmaster will occasionally look at the photo of that person."

Severus nodded perfunctorily at first, then he remembered something, and slowly slowed down his pace: "Wait...you mean, that person——that person went to Germany not only because of a wand."

"Grindelwald, after all, he used to be the devil. Anyway... a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. And I bet that person doesn't know about the relationship between Albus and that person, or he would have flown to Germany long ago , dragging the former devil king to add to Albus's obstacles."

Severus pondered for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "So you guess——?"

"I guess, he probably wants to try his luck. Maybe in the eyes of that person, Grindelwald should hate Principal Dumbledore to death, and he may be able to win an ally now. If the situation is good, he can also harvest a batch A pious saint who refuses to leave—I remember that’s what it’s called in the book... So, my dear, do you think Headmaster Dumbledore went to protect the old devil?”

Severus was naturally insulated from gossip, and he had heard Cyril rambling a lot before, purely for the sake of love, but he didn't expect to hear such exciting news, and it was hard for him to digest it for a while.

Severus hesitated for a long time, and finally stopped completely, trying to analyze rationally: "I'm not sure, Cyril. Especially about what you said about 'protecting the former devil', I have reservations. First of all , Dumbledore's itinerary is beyond our control. Secondly... Take a step back, even if Dumbledore really went to Germany, we can't be sure that the old devil is really as old as you want to say Unforgettable, after all, anyone imprisoned for more than forty years is probably not particularly normal. Even if there are no dementors in Nurmengard, it is by no means a good place for vacation and retirement. It is likely that Albus just went to confirm the prisoner's status. recent situation."

Cyril curled her lips: "That's what I said... But when I think of the headmaster holding a photo of the two of them pitifully, secretly thinking about it; the other person is locked in prison, and the two can't see each other... Well, I want to It hurts to think about it..."

"...Look at the wars in history, Cyril. Yesterday's Germany is today's England. Whether Grindelwald's evil intentions, or youthful frivolity, or some special forces that we didn't understand at the time The helplessness of the situation, after all, he made his own choice and paid the due price for his choice. Dumbledore was with him... maybe at least a very good friend, and then sent him to the Prison, whether it is the general trend of disagreement or being forced to do nothing, this is also his choice. The fact is so, don't think too much about it." The black-haired and black-eyed wizard couldn't see the sad glint in Cyril's eyes, and stretched out a hand to pat Patting the other person on the shoulder, he spoke the truth clumsily and softly.

Cyril frowned, and his expression became genuinely worried, as if something irreversible and terrible had happened: "Well...then what do you think will happen if that person finds the former demon king?"

Severus pulled the man and continued to walk downstairs, with a straight tone: "It's all possible, maybe it's good, maybe it's bad..."

"It's out of season, but a bet, my lord?"

"...What are you betting on?"

"Just bet that if that person finds Grindelwald, will the old devil cooperate with him."

"...Although it is meaningless and boring...But I think according to the records in the history books, Grindelwald is cold-blooded and paranoid..."

"I'm different from what you think. I think the old devil will definitely stand on Dumbledore's side!"

"----Why?"

"Don't you know that there is a kind of bullying that only allows you to be bullied by me? And vice versa!"

"Hey... what kind of nonsense is this."

"It's human nature, my professor."

"Unreasonable --- look at the road under your feet!"

"I know, I know..."

The sunlight reflected by the white snow passed through the stained glass windows of Hogwarts, just projecting on the two people who were drifting away, shimmering with fragmentary and colorful shimmers.People go further and further away, their figures become smaller and smaller, and finally merge into one.

……

Cyril——8842 is a mixed race of Chinese, English, French, and Italian, with excellent genes, fair skin and beautiful appearance, handsome and rich. If you take care of it and find the right partner, it may bring you a small surprise. The body is a white fox—maybe Sometimes it can be nicknamed "Fox Fairy", and has an extraordinary sixth sense.

If Dumbledore was on the scene, he would definitely persuade him whether he should consider taking part-time teaching assistant of prophecy by the way.

Nurmengard is a gloomy prison in northern Germany that is cold and damp, with perennial cloudy skies.From a distance, a pillar of cement mixed with bricks was poked vertically on the ground, half on the ground and half on the ground.There is nothing but barren grass for a radius of one kilometer.There is no chance of Muggles passing by here by chance, and few wizards have seen the real body of this prison. [Note] If you get closer, you will find that this strangely shaped prison has no door, only a window at the very top.Like an ugly one-eyed monster, it silently and ferociously watches all creatures that dare to approach here.

Randomly inserted less than a meter from the building is a broken stone tablet inscribed: "For the Greater Good."

Step by step, stepping on the dry and dead weeds, finally standing in front of the stone monument, Voldemort, who was dressed in black with his hands behind his back, seemed to feel that he was here to sweep the grave, not to find someone.

There is dead silence all around, a prison with no entrance and no exit, no matter who it is, it shows the attitude towards the only and notorious prisoner in it-never come out, live No, not even death.

"Heh." Voldemort stretched out his pale palm, and slowly brushed over the words on the stone tablet, as if he was touching the skin of his lover, which could be broken by blowing bullets, instead of the cold stone.Although there is no creature like a lover around the big devil.

"The greatest interest...stupid. In this world...you can only talk about the next interest if you live eternally and freely, Grindelwald...but that's all." Voldemort's tone was contemptuous and affectionate, mixed with chilling excited.

Nurmengard without a door was obviously not a problem for Voldemort. He appeared by the side of the building in a few steps, and stretched out his hand directly into the wall of the building, as if the solid wall was just an illusory shadow, and entering here was easy. mustard.

In the room on the top floor, a piece of not-so-bright light shines through the narrow windows, only providing a cool-toned light band to the dark room. A man in a long robe with disheveled hair sits casually in the corner with his back against the light, unable to see clear face.

"You came."

The figure curled up in a corner spoke, his voice was neither hoarse nor deep.On the contrary, if you only listen to the voice and ignore the image of the other party, what comes to mind is a calm and decent middle-aged man.

Voldemort silently appeared from the corner on the other side of the room, like a small part pulled out of the shadow in the room, walked along the only light in the room, and finally stood at the window.

Voldemort took off the hood on his head, and his face, which no longer belonged to the human category, was exposed to the light. As if he hadn't seen the light for a long time, he closed his eyes and raised his chin, taking a deep breath of decayed and In the cold air, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sighed in satisfaction.

"The air in Germany is a bit stale...how?—accident? Or...surprise?"

The figure in the corner didn't seem to hear Voldemort's question, and said calmly, "I think you will come... someday."

"How about it, finally waited for this day, do you feel --- trembling with excitement?" Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes, staring straight out of the window with vertical pupils, his tone became softer and his voice became softer. Small, it makes people get goosebumps.

The person in the corner didn't answer, but just sat silently on the ground, half leaning against the wall. If the light was brighter, you would find that the person had closed his eyes, as if he was about to rest.

Voldemort didn't care about the silence of the other party. On the contrary, he seemed a little excited, and the end of each sentence trembled: "How long have you been here? 40 years? 50 years?"

"Your visit is meaningless. I never had it."

"...You know I went to Gregorovitch." Voldemort said this in a positive tone, but there was no anger, and he even looked a little eager to try.

"Whether you see anyone or what you want has nothing to do with me." The person in the corner still had his eyes closed.

"But what you said is very interesting to me..."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, and a situation he had guessed before flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help feeling even more proud.The meeting between himself and Gregovich was classified as top secret, but it was quickly spread to the ears of those locked up in Nurmengard.Sure enough, Grindelwald still has contact with the outside world!This means...he still controls the legendary army of saint wizards and the underground intelligence organization, and judging from the speed of information transmission, this "army" has not been used for many years, but it is still "sharp".

The wizard who couldn't even mention his name turned around, his eyes were wild, and his tone was cold: "Very good, very good... now answer my question—do you want to join me?"

The person in the corner seemed to have moved a little bit, and it seemed that everything was just an illusion of light and shadow. His laughter echoed throughout the stone house, as if he had heard a big joke: "Join————? Ha... In my whole life, there is only one person who is qualified to mention this word to me. It’s a pity—no—it’s—you.”

For a moment it seemed that the violent Voldemort was about to use the Killing Curse, but he took a deep breath and held it back.The current Dark Lord lowered his voice and hissed, "Or to put it simply, answer my other question—where is that thing?"

The disheveled man finally raised his head and opened his eyes.Strangely, the years may have damaged Grindelwald's skin and face, but he let go of his eyes tolerantly. The bright blue eyes are as clear and dazzling as in the photos taken when he was a teenager, and even flickering Looking forward: "Or kill me, Voldemort, I'm glad to die!"

Voldemort's limited patience was clearly about to run out, and he looked down at the mad-looking old man with a blank expression.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked directly at the monster that made Britain fearful and gave Albus a headache. It didn't appear weak because of the postures of himself and the opponent, but it was a little more indifferent than Voldemort standing there: " Kill me. But I want to tell you that my death will not help you find that thing you want... There are many things you don't understand..."

"Did you think——————————————I must know the whereabouts of that thing from you?" Voldemort lowered his voice, making people feel as if his skin had been licked by a snake letter, his back was hairy, and he felt cold." .

Grindelwald seemed to shake his head and smiled, the movement was so big that he choked himself and coughed.The earth-shattering cough made Voldemort take half a step back in disgust.After a while, Grindelwald raised his face and continued to bewitch, his voice became hoarse: "Kill me! Right now... use a wand, a killing curse, what you are best at. But - you can't win, and you can't win." Might win! That wand—never, ever will be yours—!”

"You are old, Grindelwald. You are so old that you are abandoned by this world and this era. In the end, you are just an understatement in the history books-defeated by Dumbledore and died in Nurmengard. I I feel sorry for you! Since...then...as you wish."

Voldemort stretched out his newly made wand, and a beam of green light slowly gathered and brightened at the tip of the wand, and it was about to hit Grindelwald's chest directly in the next second.

"Except your weapons."

A red light instantly approached Voldemort's raised wrist, but it didn't knock off the wand in the wizard's hand.Voldemort sensed the danger in an instant and took half a step away.But the disarming spell did succeed in making the direction of the wizard's wand deflect by an inch, and the green light rubbed against Grindelwald's robe and hit the ground, causing the extremely hard stone floor to explode instantly, tearing apart.Grindelwald didn't seem to be in pain, and he couldn't hide, letting the gravel scrape his cheek.

Voldemort and Grindelwald on the ground looked up at the corner where the spell was issued almost at the same time, one with a look of horror, and the other in a trance.The white-bearded old man didn't care about this, and walked out holding his wand, with a serious expression on his face: "Long time no see, Tom. I'm also not surprised to meet you here."