Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"You can't tell, you lie down first. Can you not move so much next time..."

Severus pushed the man back under the covers forcibly, and the wizard couldn't stand Cyril's sudden "sit-up".

"That person is going to make a move, right? Almost all of his targets are at Hogwarts, so any disturbances in Hogwarts should be vigilant!" Cyril lay down obediently, holding the quilt with both hands and frowning to analyze, wet His gray-green eyes were full of vigilance.

"Well, maybe."

Severus pulled the quilt up again and stroked Cyril's belly, like silently soothing the little fox in his stomach.

"So it is very necessary to tell Principal Dumbledore. You can start from two aspects. On the one hand, from his parents to see if his parents are Death Eaters, or have any connection, such as the daughter of the aunt's cousin's nephew was eaten to death Hijacked by gangsters or something; on the other hand staring at Cress, observing his abnormal behavior... yawn..."

"Maybe it's just some harmless little experiment that the little ones are doing, you don't have to care so much... Don't worry, I will remind the principal and professors to pay attention to it. Go to sleep when you are sleepy." Severus tried his best to sound casual Naturally, but in fact, he had already narrowed his eyes suspiciously at an angle that Cyril could not see.

Slytherin students have always had complex families. In this special time period, every student is the focus of his attention. He also discovered Kleis' abnormality two days ago, but he didn't make any statement, just Waiting and watching.

At first, Severus thought the kid was trying to do some pranks—such as going to the Room of Requirement to find some prohibited prank supplies left by the predecessors (a little secret that Hogwarts students tacitly know), because the former It wasn't long before Kress and the Weasley brothers of Gryffindor started a fierce battle in the corridor. The reason seemed to be because of each other's fathers. fight, Percy is trying to persuade the professor to fight) and he can walk out of the "battlefield" "vertically".

But now it seems... the situation is indeed more complicated than imagined, even if it is planning a prank, it has been a bit beyond the outline for so long.

"Yeah, I'm asleep...you can dim the light a little..." Cyril nodded and closed his eyes. One minute later, the father of the white fox opened one eye with the last of his will, and reminded his partner: "Don't forget the duck oil buns tomorrow morning..."

"...I have given it to Doudou. Go to sleep."

"I feel like food is the only way to get me out of bed right now... Good night, honey."

"Good night."

"...Severus?"

"what happened?"

"Why didn't you say good night little fox and good night father fox today?"

"……how do you……"

"Oh, it's okay, then I might have dreamed about it..." Cyril probably didn't realize what he said, and fell asleep completely.

Severus used his eyes to trace the delicate outline of his partner's eyebrows in the dark, and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Good night, my foxes."

……

In fact, Cyril himself did not expect such a coincidence.

He encounters the sneaky Weasley twins behind a sculpture at the other end of the hallway on the 8th floor.

———The scene seems to have returned to a few months ago, the three met in the same posture in the corridor where Umbridge's office is located.These two sky monkeys stayed at Old Toad 1 Toad 1 Toad Umbridge last time, and this time they stayed at Slytherin Viper Cress.

When the three met behind a statue of a sage, George or Fred raised a hand and waved awkwardly at Cyril: "Hi! . . . what a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence. It's a pleasure to meet us here with you, Assistant Professor McLean." The other twin tried to pull the corner of its mouth.

"Hmm~~ Unfortunately, I've been watching you two around the corner for a long time, what are you doing again? What is that?" Cyril raised his chin at the parchment in their hands, Nunu mouth.

"Uh... map."

"Yes, the map."

The two red-haired children also counted on McClain to invest in their own prank merchandise store. Even if they had a good relationship, they would not dare to offend the big benefactor by joking around.

"Are you staring at Kress?" Cyril stretched out his hand to the two, and the map was placed in his hand respectfully.

One of them nodded, "Yeah, there's something wrong with him, we're going to—"

"Be vigilant at all times!" The two answered the second half of the sentence in unison.

"let me see."

"Okay, but you have to keep it a secret, Cyril. We stole it from Filch when we were doing labor services in first grade." You are not welcome, and the two brothers directly called the assistant teacher by his name.

"We kind of threw shit in the hallway, and Filch went nuts."

"And then got dragged into his office by Filch. Blissfully—we saw a drawer in Filch's office..."

"The drawer says 'Confiscated Item, Highly Dangerous'."

"So George threw another big dung egg down the corridor. While Filch was out, we—"

"Get this amazing good thing."

The twins sang together and proudly introduced the origin of the map to Cyril.

"It's wonderful! It can display people's names in real time!"

Cyril looked at the map in his hand in amazement, and he could just see Severus, Xiaolong Bao and Harry in the Potions classroom; Albus was in the principal's office, and there was a person with an unclear name in the principal's office, who exactly Cyril didn't pay attention; Madam Pomfrey was in the hospital wing...the three of them were in the hallway...but the map had no Response Room, and no Clays.

"Crys isn't on it?" Cyril looked at the wall suspiciously and asked in surprise.

"That's why we're after Kress."

"After that fight, Chris kept threatening to find helpers to beat us up, so the two of us developed a good habit of seeing where he was when we had nothing to do. It turned out that Chris especially liked to run to the eighth floor, and he would beat the whole body every now and then. Man was missing all day. We thought he was out of school..."

"He actually found a way out of the school, so we have to know. So we conducted a lot of research..."

When the Weasley brothers said this, they looked at each other and replied proudly at the same time: "After research, it is found that the silly baby Cress has not left Hogwarts."

Cyril asked amusedly, "So how did you make sure he didn't leave school?"

"Almost Headless Nico - Sir Nicholas said he could sneak in and take a peek. We helped him clean up Peeves last time, and he owes us a favor. Although Sir Nicholas thinks peeping is against knights Feng Fan only told us that he was inside and did not leave, but he refused to say what he was doing."

"So although we know that he didn't leave the school, no one can figure out exactly what he did. It seems that the magical room is not displayed on this magical map. It's strange...why it is not displayed... ...?"

"I don't know either, brother." Another red hair muttered to himself.

Seeing the two identically confused faces, Cyril smiled secretly.Of course, it will not be revealed that the Room of Requirement was created by Lord Godric Gryffindor, and that Lord Salazar Slytherin specially wrote the protective magic pattern—although it was slightly "destroyed" by him afterwards down, but has since been fully repaired.How could this kind of high-level magic room be identified and displayed by a mere magic map full of cleverness.

However, the person who can make this map is probably a genius...

Cyril interrupted the communication between the two, and asked casually: "So, as soon as Krys leaves the Room of Response, his name will be on the map?"

One of the twins: "So to speak. So because we can't observe what Krys does after entering the Room of Requirement, we can only wait here."

Cyril curled her lips and said, "That's too inefficient. So have you found anything else?"

"Do mice count?"

"Oh? Tell me specifically? I just happened to hear about the rats."

"He collected mice from various places. Sometimes he could carry the cage and the mice came out of the mysterious room intact, and sometimes there were no mice. We summed it up and guessed it was something that ate mice. , and it’s the kind that can’t be kept as a pet.”

A question arose in Cyril's mind: Why are these words so familiar? ? ?

"George suspects he has a griffin in the Room of Requirement, ready to ride it and attack us when it grows up or fly to the Ministry of Magic crying to mum and dad."

Oh...very good, after all, I'm three grades older than Xiaoha and Xiaolongbao, at least I know about the Gryphon...

"Wait, who told you that the Gryphon eats mice?" As the winner of the international first prize in the Fantastic Creatures Contest, the McLean champion twitched the corners of his mouth and interrupted the two brats. Rambling conversations.

The twins looked puzzled: "...Don't you eat mice...? We did the homework on magical creatures last time, Sirius said."

Cyril folded his arms and sneered: "Oh. If Sirius can raise a Gryphon in his lifetime, then I must sympathize with that poor little creature. Listen—this is the point of knowledge, I want to Knock on the blackboard! Gryphons eat meat, they like fresh meat with blood, people who think they eat mice probably only think that it has an eagle head so it looks like it eats mice Well... In fact, they prefer lamb and venison." [Note] "Besides, a few mice are probably only enough for their teeth. Next time when you do your homework, you can't do it. Remember to ask a professional. Silly kids. How much did you get for that homework?"

The two red-haired classmates looked depressed: "P. We always thought that the point was deducted because we said that unicorns like the pure young Professor Graplan..."

Cyril: "..."

The twins looked embarrassed. Sirius, who was far away in Hogsmott, sneezed twice in a row, and was mercilessly stuffed with a bottle of cold potion by his friend Lupine. Now the ears and nostrils look like the steam train's air valve.

"Shhh, he's out." Cyril turned around suddenly, and pushed the two red-haired bear children and himself behind the statue.

"Keep quiet." Cyril warned the two children softly, and the twins made a movement of zipping with their mouths in unison.

Kleis looked in poor condition. He was carrying a cage with his head downcast. Inside were three intact mice. His school uniform was casually hung on his arms, his tie was pulled diagonally over his shoulders, and his back was wet. One piece, it seems that it has experienced a fierce battle.

Kress didn't even look around when he went out this time, and he didn't rush down the stairs, but went straight to the men's bathroom.

"I'll go over and have a look, you two are not allowed to show up!" Cyril warned in a low voice, and the twins nodded obediently.

After Kress entered the bathroom, he turned all the faucets to the maximum. He threw the mouse cage and coat casually on the side of the table, pulled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, and lowered his head to rinse his face with water.

While washing and washing, Cyril heard a choked, suppressed cry.

The conscientious assistant professor McClain pushed open the half-hidden door.Kress trembled violently, raised the wand in his hand, and shouted angrily with red eyes: "Who?!"

Cyril half-raised her hand: "I, child, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Kress replied coldly, staring like a cat with fur.

"Then just pretend I'm passing by, and I'm going to go to the bathroom." Cyril shrugged casually, walked past under the vigilant gaze of Kleiss, and walked straight to one of the cubicles.

"Why do you have to go to this bathroom! Are you following me?!" Chris asked angrily behind Cyril.

"I don't remember that this bathroom is only for Kress. I'll leave when I'm done using it, and you can do whatever you want." Cyril said goodbye generously and walked to a corner that wasn't facing her back, and really started to "turn on the water".

Cyril zipped up his trousers, walked to the sink on the other side to wash his hands, looked up halfway through the wash, and Kleis was still desperately washing his face at the faucet of the sink.

"Yo, you're still crying. Come, wipe your face. There's nothing hard to overcome. If you have any questions, you can come to any professor you trust. Be good!"

Kress looked at a dark handkerchief in his hand, his eyes were red like a rabbit, and his expression was obscure. He slowly tightened his fingers and squeezed the flat handkerchief in his hand into a crumpled ball.

Cyril came out of the bathroom, went to the corner, grabbed the two red-haired twins and went downstairs directly.

"Cyril, what's wrong with Kleis?" the restless boys asked curiously.

"I initially suspected that I might be doing something dangerous. I can't tell you clearly because I don't know, but I hope you can concentrate on doing your own thing and don't care about him, because someone will solve this matter, no I'm not even you guys. Did you come up with the pyrotechnic research you mentioned last time? I'll check the results when I have time, and I can consider helping you inject the first funds!"

Cyril knew deeply what could capture the hearts of the twins, and immediately changed the subject.

Sure enough, the twins' attention was quickly attracted, and they rushed to introduce their latest research results to Cyril.

"Okay, let's go back to the office and discuss the details... Well, you can ask the elf to bring us a piece of cake. Do you want chocolate or strawberry?"

"It's a blessing to be a teacher...you can summon the elves from Hogwarts..."

"If you can manage that store well in the future, I will find a professional manager to help you plan your brand and develop foreign markets... At that time, each of you can bring an exclusive elf all over the world..."

Cyril paused halfway through her words.

The two "drama" Weasleys hugged one of his thighs respectively and shouted together: "Dad—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————"

Cyril didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and wanted to disappear in place, "..."

"I don't remember... I already have two sons who are so old, I'm really touched..." A deep voice sounded in the depths of the corridor, and instantly two red-haired monkeys rose from the ground, The magic fireworks developed by COS almost poke themselves directly on the ceiling.

"S, Professor Snape." One of the twins had a stiff expression, and their hands were behind their backs.

"Next, good afternoon." The other one used the same posture, and the two backed away together.

"Two gentlemen, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't let me see you in such a dangerous and inappropriate manner. If there is nothing wrong now, please go back to where you should go."

"Okay, okay. Goodbye, Assistant Professor McLean, goodbye, Professor Snape." The two red monkeys were about to run away with oil on their feet.

"Wait. Forgot to say, Gryffindor deducted 2 points. For deliberately scaring the teacher."

"----everyone."

Cyril held back a smile and watched the Weasley brothers disappear without a trace like a mouse seeing a cat. He stepped forward and tiptoed to kiss the wizard on the side.

"get out of class has ended?"

Severus softened his brows a little: "Yeah."

Cyril invited with a smile: "Then eat cake with me?"

Severus touched Cyril's hand, made sure he was wearing thick enough clothes, and shook his head as if relaxing, "I have to go to the principal's office."

Cyril took the other's arm without hesitation, "Then I will go with you, I can report something to you in the principal's office, and check if there are any new desserts in Albus's place."

……

"The magic pattern remains?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, fingers facing each other.

"Yes, on his cuffs and neckline. But I didn't feel the Room of Requirement being breached...you know, as a Slytherin heir, I can feel a part of it."

"So it's possible that Krys used the magweave utensils in the Room of Requirement, or, created magweave utensils?" Severus asked slowly.

Dumbledore looked at the corner of the ceiling with his eyes, as if recalling, and said softly: "It's hard to say, maybe it's repairing old things... After all, there are many things in the utility room in the Response Room that we can't imagine. Over the years It's been months...no one can say for sure."

"He's not looking for that thing, is he? I'm actually worried about this... Although it doesn't conform to his current behavior, when I think about the Ravenclaw's diadem that used to be placed in the Room of Requirement, now people go in again and again . . . I'm really worried."

After Cyril finished speaking, he scooped out a large piece of cherry mousse with a small silver spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I think the possibility is small, I can't think of any connection between the two."

"You're thinking so much, why don't you just control that Klein——Colazi? Or something?"

Suddenly, a strange middle-aged wizard walked out of the back room of the office. He had short gray-brown hair and ordinary brown eyes. If it wasn't for a special temperament he was born with, Cyril and Severus would definitely think that he was Just an ordinary staff member sent by the Ministry of Magic to deliver a message.

Dumbledore put his forehead on his hands the moment he heard the voice, and said in a helpless tone, "... Gavin, didn't I ask you to wait in the room?"

The middle-aged wizard named Gavin easily found an empty sofa and sat on it. He leaned back and separated his legs naturally. .if I..."

"You don't understand the situation. Threats can only lead to more uncertain consequences. Can you not always look like you know the best in the world?!" Dumbledore raised his head abruptly, speaking faster and his voice Become "full of spirit".

The middle-aged man hurriedly changed his sitting position, leaned forward, and raised his hands: "Ok, I'm sorry, my dear. Don't yell, don't yell———Can we talk properly?"