Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Deng-bu-li-do!"

Voldemort raised his wand, looked at the Hogwarts headmaster who suddenly appeared, and reflexively called out the name that made him want to vomit three liters of blood.Immediately afterwards, he turned his head in amazement and quickly glanced at the old devil sitting motionless among the rubble.

Grindelwald adjusted his facial expression within a few seconds, hiding his stupor and shock under a calm and joyful face.He even winked flirtatiously at Dumbledore when Voldemort looked over.

Dumbledore turned his face away, expressionless, as if he hadn't seen anything.

"You——are in collusion?!" The British Dark Lord hissed coldly.

"Why don't you think that we have a good understanding and a tacit understanding, and we are here together?"

Grindelwald stood up slowly, half of the cold light was reflected on the face of this once powerful hero, making him look moody and unpredictable.This old man who has been imprisoned and imprisoned for many years is even taller than Voldemort and Dumbledore when he stands up. His back is straight and his bright blue eyes are darker in color and the other is much lighter in color. Added a touch of elusive mystery to his face.Grindelwald curled up the corners of his mouth in the dark, his wild and energetic appearance was completely different from the decadent one curled up in the corner just now.

Dumbledore's Adam's apple twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back, indirectly acquiescing to Voldemort's guess and Grindelwald's "adding fuel and vinegar".

"Hmph... Who would have known that the greatest white wizard and the old devil who was sent to prison by himself? Dumbledore! You always spoil my good deeds!"

Probably the attitude of these two people completely angered him. Voldemort's chest heaved violently, and with a loud shout, he preemptively threw out powerful black magic spells one after another.

Dumbledore dodged it, and returned with a strong light spell, which stabbed the other two people present to cover their faces with their sleeves.

Grindelwald hid behind the cuffs of his gray robe and complained silently: "Can you not use this as soon as you come up, and at least consider me, an old man who hasn't seen the sun for a long time."

Dumbledore pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and pulled the obstructive old guy to his side, and threw another complicated spell at Voldemort.

Grindelwald's eyes were dimmed because of Dumbledore's half-turned protective posture, and he moved closer to Dumbledore's side, saying out of words: "Hey, have you improved your magic power? Didn't you use it before?" Loved using this complex incantation..."

Voldemort conjured a large, smoking snake with his new wand from Gregorovich, and slithered towards the two men on the other side of the room.

"Get out of the way." Dumbledore whispered succinctly.

"What?—I'm two fists away from you, how far away is it—Merlin! Let me know in advance next time I set fire!"

Grindelwald dodged flexibly the moment the devil's flame came out, and patted his robe that was almost covered by the flame with lingering fear.The flames of the devil instantly swallowed Voldemort's Orochi spell, and the "Orochi" rolled in the air. In the thick black smoke, the spells collided and made a sharp sound, and the two spells canceled each other out.

Dumbledore glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye, and cast the spell again mercilessly. As soon as the end of the spell fell, he quickly added a short sentence: "So I told you to get out of the way."

Voldemort probably found a wand that was barely suitable for him. He threw all kinds of spells out like Gallon, almost all of them were crushing and destructive, full of venting anger.

Dumbledore took "follow the familiar"—Gellert, no wand, the old devil, Grindelwald, flexibly dodged and counterattacked, and the fortress-like prison wall was finally revealed in the continuous destruction of the spell. It looked like it couldn't hold on anymore, and the broken stones fell down along the corner of the ceiling.

"Go to the left!" Dumbledore pushed Green's Wall, who was in the way, and threw a scarlet curse, and the corner of Voldemort's robe was quickly whittled into powder.At the same time, Voldemort also threw two ball-shaped spells with lightning sounds in succession. One hit the stone wall behind the two of them, and the other exploded at Dumbledore's feet.

The old man staggered a bit too late to dodge, but he didn't delay too long because of this, the blue curse seemed to be like an icicle of arrows shooting at Voldemort through the air with the cold wind.

The pupil of Grindelwald's light-colored eye shrank slightly, and he stopped making noise deliberately.He grabbed the old man beside him and brought them to the corner on the other side.

Voldemort flicked his sleeves, and a crystal-like barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking most of the ice cones outside the barrier, "cracking" like Muggle machine guns firing one after another, the transparent barrier was attacked intensively by the ice cones, showing Patterns like spider webs appeared one after another, and the last few tenacious ice picks broke through the barrier and nailed themselves to Voldemort.

Voldemort took two steps back with a muffled grunt.

In the next second, Dumbledore, who was already a little unbearable, added another spell.Voldemort staggered back, and finally crouched down, leaning on his chest.Maybe only a few seconds later, the current demon king raised the corner of his mouth, bared one side of his teeth, and showed a bloodthirsty sneer. He lowered his wand vertically, as if he was about to stamp it into the floor.

With the wand as the center and the entire Nurmengard Prison as the radius, the gray light quaked and spread, and the building began to emit a creepy wail.

Rumble rumble———

"Go to hell!!!——Go to hell!" Amidst the roar of the building, Voldemort uttered a chilling cry.

Dumbledore was injured more seriously than expected, and a dark brown bloodstain had already been printed on the dark stone floor.Grindelwald supported him and stated calmly and in a low voice: "He destroyed Nurmengard's protective barrier, and this place is about to collapse...and——the apparition barrier also failed."

Sure enough, the next second, Voldemort directly Apparated and disappeared.

Dumbledore panted softly, turned back to stare at the people around him, the inner struggle and uncertainty almost overflowed his blue eyes.

Grindelwald raised one eyebrow lightly, as if he understood something, and said with great ease: "You go. Don't worry... I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

Dumbledore stared silently and did not move.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore just looked at each other from the top of a dangerous building.The former demon king suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, probably too hard, and he coughed earth-shatteringly again, a few drops of bright red blood splashed on the dirty gray cuff of the old man, appearing in the dimness covered with smoke and dust. shocking.

The place where Voldemort stood before had begun to collapse, cracking and shattering from one corner of the ceiling down.It will be a matter of time before their area becomes a ruin.

"What happened to your lungs?"

At this moment, Dumbledore was leaning on Grindelwald's shoulder. This was the gesture Grindelwald made when he pulled him over. He didn't struggle or be pretentious, and looked calm.He didn't even show the slightest nervousness because of the imminent danger, but asked such questions casually like chatting.

Grindelwald wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and replied nonchalantly: "It's an old problem."

"Not before." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and there was a flash of chagrin and stubbornness in his blue irises and dark pupils.

Grindelwald glanced at the person sitting in his arms with ease, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Maybe it's because we were together before."

"..." Dumbledore completely pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The atmosphere fell into a vacuum-like silence.

Boom!Rumble! ! ! ————

The load-bearing wall on the other side completely collapsed, and the broken stones rolled down the collapsed ground, layer after layer, and the dust in the air was raised like an atomic bomb explosion. Afterwards, the mushroom cloud came straight up.

Grindelwald coughed a few more times restrainedly, and the violently trembling chest proved the patience and pain of his lungs at the moment.Neither of them moved.It seemed that the crack in the ground that was about to crack in front of him had nothing to do with them.

"It's almost 50 years..." The old devil sighed hoarsely as he looked at the falling dust and gravel.

The crack in the ground reached the toes of the two, and the half of the building where they were located began to tilt inward, and the stones rolled towards the landslide in the middle. Judging from the sound, it seemed that even the ground below the prison was sinking. It took a long time To hear the echo of the stone falling to the ground.

Half of the Nurmengard Prison, which is famous for its "no entry but no exit", has completely disappeared. The cold wind was blowing on the faces of the two of them. At any time, they might slide into the ruins underground like stones and fall to the ground. smash.

"'49 years, eight months and three days," said Dumbledore softly.

"--what?"

Before Grindelwald asked, Dumbledore suddenly took out a silver pendant from his arms, "Hold on tight."

Reflexively, the old devil wrapped his hands tightly around Dumbledore's shoulders and lower back.

"Mentos."

One second before Nurmengard completely turned into a gravel grave, Dumbledore led the former Demon King through the twisted magic space and disappeared.

……

The Christmas break was over, and the old headmaster didn't show up at the dinner.But Dumbledore didn't disappear out of nowhere, he just sent a letter to every professor, informing them of some work plans, and by the way, briefly explained the reason for his upcoming absence for a few days——he personally went to find the professors for the upcoming battle. The ally is gone and is expected to be back within a week.

This is the first time that Dumbledore mentioned the word "Great War" in an official letter, and he confirmed to everyone that the "Great War" will definitely happen.It was only talked about before, but now it seems that it is something that needs to be faced immediately and is imminent.

Cyril still didn't go to work in St. Mungo's. Old Pete received the materials that Cyril had sorted out before, allowing him to stay at Hogwarts with peace of mind, and hand over the experimental links to other people in the laboratory to complete.Although it was not Cyril's intention to hide, but now the entire wizarding world knows that Cyril is the one who fought against Voldemort with Dumbledore, and he will bring unpredictable dangers wherever he goes—whether it is for him or not. He was still someone else, so he accepted the arrangement calmly.

In the past few days when Dumbledore was away, the entire wizarding world was calm, and even the terrifying attacks of Death Eaters were lessened.

The fireplace was burning warmly and warmly. When the Slytherin head and Potions professor came back with the lesson plan and a stack of parchment, he happened to see the little friend sleeping soundly on the sofa.In Christmas, Grandma Bai Zhi woven a thick woolen blanket for Cyril, which is beautiful light beige. At this moment, Xiril is wrapped in this blanket and curled up in a corner of the sofa. His skin had an orange, furry texture.His little friend's eyelashes are very long, and they are not obvious when they are opened. Once they are closed, they are like two dense small brushes with cute arcs at the ends, casting a small shadow on the lower eyelids. .

Severus softly hung his coat on the hanger at the door, put on soft-soled house shoes, and stepped on the carpet without a sound, he put the things on the corner of the desk, walked to the fireplace, and watched the The little white fox, who had fallen asleep, warmed his cool hands with the fire.

Not only the hands, but even Severus himself was not warm.There are a large number of experimental medicinal materials and reagents stored in the potion classroom. Generally, there is no fireplace, and for the convenience of storage, the castle has set the temperature here to a standard of about ten degrees all year round.Summer is fine, it's all about blowing on the powerful air conditioner, which is a bit enjoyable, but winter itself looks cold, and Potions class has become even more difficult.

The strict potions professor has long been accustomed to such teaching conditions, and his body does not reject him in any way.But as soon as he returned to the office, he made himself look cold.

Cyril complained casually when hugging himself at the door of the office two days ago: "My dear, you are as cold as a piece of ice." His professor carefully remembered it in his heart, so far he has developed an extra "first-in-the-door" The habit of warming up to cool off the fire.

Cyril changed her position, and a corner of the woolen blanket slumped over the sofa.Probably because it was too warm, he even lifted the sweater a little higher during the movement, revealing a thin white waist.

Severus' eyes lingered on the little piece of skin for a moment, then he looked away calmly, pulling the blanket back onto Cyril.

He couldn't be so intemperate anymore, and Cyril was obviously sleep-deprived due to the night's exercise.Three days a week now, when he returns from get out of class, he sees little foxes dozing off.

Perhaps the frequency should be controlled in the future?or time? ? ?

Time... emmm... It seems a bit difficult to control the time... let's control the number of times...

——Severus warned himself secretly.

The sleeping white fox Cyril doesn't know that her partner is seriously thinking about such an "important" "family issue", let alone that someone has made a decision without authorization.Otherwise, they will definitely be dumbfounded and solemnly protested.Cyril, who is also considered a vixen in a certain way, has rarely "opened up" after being a fool for so many years, and is about to face "limitation and current limitation". It couldn't be more pitiful!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Cyril hadn't had time to find out about his partner's "health regimen", because he was indeed a little mentally ill these past few days, and he often fell on the bed after taking a shower and wanted to date Duke Zhou immediately. Pulled up by Severus to brush his hair.

……

At this moment, he was looking at the calendar on the wall with his hands behind his back, counting Severus' birthday.

the day after tomorrow.

The birthday gift I had prepared was already lying in the Qiankun bag, and the cake I chose was a bitter-sweet dark chocolate flavor, and the location was chosen in the cellar of my lord Slytherin Headmaster—it was supposed to be going to McLean Manor.

But recently it was an extraordinary period. After discussing with each other, the two felt that there was nothing wrong with the Christmas reunion. It seemed that it was too "luxury" to run out of school after the birthday.

It was time to go to the medical wing today. Cyril checked the schedule again with the calendar and put the woolen robe on his body.

……

Madam Pomfrey was arranging a vial of blue potion.She made a sound of "tsk tsk" while stacking them and putting them in the innermost part of the cabinet.Cyril helped her label each vial.Because of the particularity of the potion, it cannot be floated with a magic spell, so it has to be done manually, otherwise it will easily affect the purity inside and even cause a secondary reaction.

"This is... is this a contraceptive potion?" Cyril murmured into the small blue bottle in his hand.

"Ah—yes. Ordered it direct from St. Mungo's, and it just arrived this month," Madam Pomfrey said normally.

"Oh... I thought our school needed this—not many?...At least come to the medical wing to apply for this...uh..." Cyril sighed at the little potion in his hand, shrugged, and pasted it The label was handed over.

"Not many, most of the students are very well-behaved, and some of them are well-behaved, but... occasionally there are one or two silly children——" Madam Pomfrey frowned, not knowing what to think of .

"Oh my god, that's not an adult yet..." Cyril's eyes widened. Although he is a male fox (spirit), he and his partner are definitely the most honest, law-abiding, and moral bottom line. Kind of like, following Madam Pomfrey at this moment, there is a faint feeling of "seeing the world".

"It's an adult. There was a girl in Ravenclaw last year, but I can't tell you who it is, but it's not hard to guess... She got married after graduation, and the child is three months old." Ms. Pomfrey revealed her aunt A loving smile.

"... Oh." Cyril, who counted the girl's pregnancy days with his fingers, silently responded.

Madam Pomfrey said like a cannonball: "To be honest, these are normal phenomena, young and energetic, blooming before the moon, and it will come naturally... I am not a rigid old antique. What's more, I am married... But the problem is not the result , but in the process. Do you know how they found out that the girl was pregnant?"

Cyril felt that today's topic was a bit "feminine", but as the only listener, he still contributed his ears in a gentlemanly manner, and was ready to contribute his knees by the way at any time.

"How—how did you find out?"

"It was just about to take the NEWTs exam. The girl was sleepy all day long. She drank a lot of refreshing medicine and coffee, but she was lethargic... Then the young couple came up with something... In order to prepare for the exam, exercise and exercise well." '. Going for a run every day, this poor girl is tortured enough... The main reason is that she is always hungry when she is pregnant, but she always wants to control her weight for the sake of beauty... Every day, she restrains herself from eating. One day, Finally, he fainted and sent to the medical wing..."

Cyril twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Madam Pomfrey's expression of needing dialogue feedback, and commented weakly: "This child can still be born... how strong it is."

"Thanks to the miscarriage potion temporarily prepared by Severus, they are also lucky! Normally, who can catch up with the top potion masters to make this potion... a group of little bastards who are in the midst of blessings and don't know their blessings..."

Madam Pomfrey was still chattering here, but Cyril suddenly remembered a huge package that Severus suddenly received two months ago, which was full of various high-end gifts and store gold cards for food and clothing. .Cyril found a box of Belgian chocolates inside, checked it and found no problem, then opened it and ate it. What did Severus say at the time?

——— "It's just a thank you from the potion user's family, nothing new."

"So, there should still be a health course now. I think Muggles are offering it. These things used to be taught by parents, but some students' parents are too busy... I didn't say how much detail I want to talk about. , but you should have basic common sense, right? For example, safety measures, and such obvious pregnancy symptoms, lethargy, greedy mouth, lack of energy..."

Cyril, who casually nodded and listened to Madam Pomfrey's words, stopped. His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and he only spit out one sentence for a long time: "...Wait, wait a minute?"

"What's the matter, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked lovingly.

"The pregnancy symptoms you just mentioned——?"