Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Severus hugged Cyril and knelt down on the ground, and the people around him spontaneously made room for them. The Death Eaters who were being beaten back and forth couldn't help but see that their almighty Dark Lord easily defeated the opponent's people. Even more excited, they raised their magic wands to wreak havoc and cheers.

Severus felt as if he had lost all five senses.Holding the fainted little friend in his arms, he didn't know what to do, and his whole body wandered outside of time and space.

——— "How does it feel to be torn apart?... But I won't make him a Horcrux..."

———“Traitor—traitor——”

——— "Soul... torn... no Horcrux... torn..."

Voldemort's words were still circling in his ears like a nightmare.

——— "Ah!" Cyril's heart-piercing scream was like a knife, piercing Severus' heart, repeating what Cyril said to him over and over again. The appearance of falling down.

In his mind, Severus completed what the Dark Lord hadn't finished saying: ———— "The soul that was forcibly torn apart without being made into a Horcrux is a complete damage to the soul, and the torn piece of soul will never be found again Not coming back……"

That was the most precious treasure in his heart, his white fox... That man tore Cyril's soul apart just like that...

Obviously Cyril is so beautiful and has the most beautiful soul...

Cyril...please wake up...don't be afraid...it doesn't hurt...

Let's get out of here...with little fox...

Little Fox……

Principal Dumbledore beside him helped Severus block the flying spell, Sirius overturned a werewolf crawling here, and Lupine stunned a wolf who was trying to sneak into the castle with a stun spell. of Death Eaters.

Severus felt that he had lost the ability to "think", the surrounding air became thinner, his nose was sore, his eye sockets were swollen, and his throat was tight.

He trembled and touched Cyril's cold face.At the moment when the accident happened just now, his white fox boy passed out with a scream, and the black magic wand gently brushed against Cyril's chest, and the dim red light indicated that the truth was true as the man said , Cyril's soul was hit hard.Under normal circumstances, when a person suffers a huge injury suddenly, the body's protection mechanism will be activated, and that person will be forced to enter a dormant state.

There are more and more Death Eaters around. These lunatics are encouraged by Voldemort's lack of blood. Instead of fleeing in all directions just now, they are like swarms of locusts, scrambling to escape The Forbidden Forest sprang out, and there were also ghost corpses, giants that were not taken away by Grapp, and a few werewolves that did not appear at the beginning.

The fight turned into slow motion, the confrontation turned into a pantomime, and the roar was muted.

All the colors of the world were taken away in an instant, and it was directly filtered into a photo with only grayscale.

"Chichi——chirp—————!!"

An exceptionally loud cry exploded in mid-air, and a huge blue-green plush creature appeared out of nowhere above the Hogwarts Castle, which could not be apparated. It had a long, inverted triangle embedded with different colors. Tail, now this big tail is waving in the air.

Someone had already seen it, everyone exchanged shocked glances, except for a few people who knew Cyril very well, no one knew what kind of creature it was.

"Safe?" Dumbledore raised his head uncertainly.

Ping An looks even bigger than usual in the "ancient shepherd's state", with hair blown into a ball.This blue-green fluffy ball stepped in mid-air, looking down at the chaotic battlefield, its usually warm and half-closed eyes were wide open, twisting its body violently, flicking its big tail back and forth.

Suddenly, the furry Ping An stopped turning his head back and forth, and it looked straight at its master who was held in Severus' arms on the ground.

"Aw——— Chi Chi——"

The blue-green plush ball stretched its neck and let out a loud cry.He lowered his head and swooped down.In the end, it landed firmly next to Cyril and Severus, and used its big body to encircle these two people who had no fighting strength.

A Death Eater hid behind a bush, bared his yellow teeth, and raised his wand, an ominous green light looming on the tip of his brown wand.The direction of his wand was exactly on Severus' back.

Ping An put his big, hairy head on the ground, licked Cyril's chin pitifully with his blue-green tongue, took out the minibus that was soft into hemp rope from the Qiankun bag, and licked it by the way.

The green light went straight across the lawn and flew towards Severus. At the same time, Ping An's big tail suddenly stood up and flicked out of nowhere. The red triangle on the tip of the tail was thrown like a dart Go out, right in the throat of a sneak attacking Death Eater.

And the green light is buried in its thick blue-green down, and an emerald green inverted triangle appears on the top of the tip of its tail.The red inverted triangle before is gone.

The Death Eater covered his neck with his hands, stood up helplessly, staggered back, and dropped his wand to the ground. He coughed "cracking", as if he was not breathing well, and scratched in the air in horror.The red curse that Kreacher attacked back then was thrown on the sneak attacker intact with a wave of his tail. [146] After a while, the sneak attacker kept silently holding his neck and backed away. With a "plop", he stepped into the black lake and never came up again.

Severus didn't know he was being attacked, he lost his proud vigilance, hugged Cyril tightly, and closed his eyes.

It was as if the soul was pulled out of the body and floated up. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he seemed to have left Hogwarts and entered a world of whiteness and nothingness.

Cyril in his arms disappeared, which made him panic.

Is he dead?

If he died, would Cyril die too?

No, no no!He cannot die.

Severus took a step hastily, and found that his feet had sunk a little, and he seemed to be stepping on the snow. The white expanse was not nothingness, but thick snow.

"Crack, crunch" Severus walked forward without any purpose or direction, as if he knew where he should go.

Slowly, a touch of green appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The green became more and more intense, and finally it was no longer an endless white.It seemed that he had entered a completely green forest in front of him.These trees are very tall, with a huge crown, like a huge umbrella, covering the sky and the sun.There is also a special fragrance in the air.

The taste is somewhat familiar, the potions master thought uncertainly.

Severus looked up, observing the pose of the tree and the shape of the leaves - he hadn't seen this kind of tree before, maybe Cyril could recognize it when he was around.

I don't know when it started, his white fox partner's knowledge of magical creatures has already surpassed himself.The Potions Master was deeply proud of it.

In such a place, Severus walked slowly, suddenly less flustered.

The trees became sparser as they walked inward, and when Severus raised his head again, he saw an exceptionally dense and tall tree.The color of the leaves of this tree is different from those, a silver-green and metallic color, which shone like fine diamonds under the refraction of the light.

"Plop"———

A man jumped from a tree.

Startled, Severus backed away.The other party didn't move any more, but tidied up his sleeves leisurely.

It was a very beautiful Westerner with rare pure black eyes and long black hair.Wearing a light green linen robe, barefoot, with two pointed ears.

An elf, an elf with black hair and black eyes.

"Lacles?" Severus asked hesitantly.

"You know me?" The elf put down his sleeves.

He is exactly what His Excellency Slytherin once said, one of the sons of the ancient elf king——Prince Lakless, the potion elf, and the most orthodox ancestor of the Prince family.Lacleis is his name——Larcolais, the green leaf among the elves.He did not have a surname, but passed down his title of prince. 【Note】"You can speak English?" Severus was pleasantly surprised, thank God it wasn't Old Elvish, he really didn't know anything about it.

Lacles squinted his eyes: "Why can't I say it?"

"..." Severus began to miss Cyril violently again. If Cyril was here, with his communication skills, he should already be able to know why they were here.

Thinking of this, Severus felt suffocated again. Without Cyril, the wizard found it difficult to move, and even breathing became a burden that needed to be deliberately maintained.

Fortunately, Lacles just choked, and changed the subject himself: "Why are you here?"

"I didn't know, my partner was injured. We were at war and I was here as soon as I opened my eyes."

"Let me see... the soul is hurt, tsk, it must be very painful." Lacles raised his head, his eyes flashed silver, and then shook his head sympathetically.

Severus fell silent, his lips tightened, his body froze, and he could still see trembling if he looked closely.

"There is a way? Isn't it?"

"Of course. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, you are soul mates."

"soul mate?"

"You don't know?" Lacles looked around, grabbed a branch, counted the leaves on it, raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and broke off a small piece from it.

"...I know, don't you mean..."

———— "...The wounded soul can be repaired through the soul of the other party..." [251] "Ah, you remembered. Do you know what this is?"

Lacles walked lightly in front of Cyril and opened his hands.The leaves on the branches that had just been broken off had changed. The silver-green metal leaves seemed to have been soaked in a strong acid potion, and they became dry and discolored, turning into a crumpled, brown-yellow mass.

Severus raised his eyebrows: "Bless the magic leaf?"

Lacles put the leaves in Severus' hands, and smiled easily: "You really did use it."

Severus was a little embarrassed: "I didn't know that this leaf was so precious at the time... When I was young, I saw it in my mother's potion box, so I used it by the way. But... I don't regret it at all, even now I'm glad..."

Lacles crossed his arms, put his hands on the side of his arms casually, tapped the time with his slender fingers casually, and raised an eyebrow.From the expression of this potion elf prince, one can vaguely see the shadow of the pride of previous princes.

Severus coughed in embarrassment, and stroked the dry leaves with his fingers: "Although I haven't verified what the blessing potion does so far..."

"Didn't your mother tell you that this leaf is an heirloom?"

"No... She didn't care about me at all, and she gave up magic and potions... I thought that the blessing magic leaves were just rare... The world—including the Prince family, also passed it down like this, saying that the blessing potion has been used for many years. Only the most orthodox descendants of Prince can make it, and a person can only make it once in a lifetime. I always thought it was some kind of magic restriction... I don't know if it's because of the uniqueness of raw materials... But I'm glad... If I knew at that time , maybe I will hesitate, and I will not even choose to make this potion... Then I may not have such a fate with Cyril..."

"Luck is also a kind of strength. Maybe your suffering in the first half of your life, those encounters...including your mother's disregard for the heirlooms, is for you to make this potion...don't think about some things backwards, my child .and you will doubt yourself."

Severus froze, looking at his ancestral elf for no apparent reason.

"In this way, it may be inevitable to go from one thing to another. But when you think about it the other way around, you feel that you can't go back. Then you should stop thinking about it the other way around. This will make you doubt yourself, doubt This world. After all, time is a vector ray, not a cyclic circle. When it happened, it must have happened.”

After finishing this passage, Lacles shook his head with a chuckle, leaned against the tall tree trunk, closed his eyes, and God spoke on the ground: "The blessing tree and the blessing magic leaf have never been unique. This truth has been thousands of years but only a few People can understand..."

"...Generation after generation, Princes all want to become masters of potions, and they all want to make the best potions, but many people are always a little bit worse. For potions, they may be considered talents, but they are definitely not masters. .Do you know why?"

Severus shook his head holding the Blessed Magic Leaf.

"Pharmaceutical—what is the function of the potion?"

"Heal and change."

"Right or wrong, it's help, dedication, and fraternity. Think about it... Prayer potion—a known potion formula, a potion raw material that is readily available, why hasn't anyone made it for so many years?"

Severus frowned, and began to think: "..."

Lacles opened his dark eyes, the pupils were bottomless: "Because of selfishness."

"If you say that the blessing potion can be used on yourself or your blood descendants, then I think my descendants may each make a bottle for themselves—as long as the skills pass the test. But..."

Severus understood a little bit, and he took the second half of the sentence lightly: "The blessing potion can only be given to outsiders."

The potion elf prince glanced at Severus appreciatively, smacked his lips, raised his hand to touch the big tree behind him, and continued: "Who would use the precious and unique materials at home to give to a different person? What about outsiders making potions? Just one dose of potion will use up all the magic blessing leaves, so it’s not worth it if you think about it, isn’t it?”

Severus said in a low voice, "But you said, someone did it, except me who didn't know."

"Yes, what a caring person. These are the true descendants of my Prince Lacles. Love, kindness and dedication. They understand that the true meaning of a potion is to be made and used. Only when it is used on others, it works. It is the proper destination of potion materials and potions. Of course——except for □□□.”

Severus thought of something, lowered his eyes and pondered: "After they finished making the blessing potion, the magic leaf of blessing did not disappear..."

Lacles stared deeply at Severus, slowly stood up straight, his eyes widened, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he said each word: "Because people who haven't made it don't know——Blessing Demon Medicine works both ways."

The potion master suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean?"

"Pray for blessings. You can bless others while blessing yourself. This is the true function of this potion."

Who do you pray for, who do you bless?

Severus felt a little confused.

Lacles looked at the messy-faced junior with great interest, and patiently explained: "Simply put: a person who has made a blessing potion is like doing a good deed and getting rewarded. Wait for the day when he needs help When the time comes, the time will come, and the reward will come...so, you appear in front of me now."

Severus' eyes opened wider and wider, and there was a little bit of starlight in the originally dark eyes.

"Soulmates can repair each other's souls, but you still can't... Well, the soulmate magic circle... This is the housekeeping skill of the elves... But you have to cooperate, I will teach you...It's not difficult, very easy quick……"

……

Safely and securely protecting the two unconscious masters, the big tail is like an invincible and infinitely looping fully automatic weapon, attacking all those plotting evil people around, and absorbing their magical energy by the way.

Seeing that the Death Eaters were powerless.

——— "Ah... what a pity, my faithful servant was injured... how could the great Voldemort allow this to happen..."

Voldemort's hoarse and sticky voice suddenly came from the sky, as if a snake's body covered with cold scales had been scratched across the skin, and everyone felt uncomfortable from the inside out.

——— "Wake up...my wounded warrior, my most loyal servant...stand up..."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, the wind and cloud changed color, and the pitch-black night sky unexpectedly glowed with an ominous red light, thick with blood, and the wind direction changed in vain.

Everyone stopped, terrified by the moment.

Something terrible happened, and the man who had been killed before stood up slowly and contortedly, his blood-red eyes staring, and his stiff arms raised.

"Ah——" I don't know who screamed in horror, and those "people" who came back from the dead started to attack!

"Albus, this is not the way, he can manipulate the dead! We will be consumed to death sooner or later!" Moody roared frantically, and this brave warrior had another deep scar on his face.

"Tom manipulated these dead people with the Dark Mark and the Infernal Curse..." Dumbledore looked around, his face sinking like water.

"Chichi -- Chichi -- Chirp -- Roar!"

Ping An, who was protecting the two masters, suddenly let out a sharper cry.

It turned out that a group of "dead people" surrounded them.

Ping An anxiously patted the ground with his tail, creating deep and shallow pits on the ground.

A "back from the dead" Death Eater raised his wand.

Ping An rounded his eyes.

A green light came out of the wand, and it was in the direction of Cyril's exposed half of his head.

Pingan took a deep breath, and the blue-green fur exploded, looking like a huge blue-green fluffy ball.

The green light became brighter and brighter, and the last word of Avada Kedavra appeared on the lips of the corpse.

"Hoo———————————————————————————————————”

The black triangle on Ping'an's tail was suddenly thrown into the sky, and the black triangle that had devoured the mark on Severus' arm rotated, expanded, and swallowed in mid-air, and so on, and finally returned to a huge black mark.Zooming in to the size of a Quidditch pitch, it began to fall sharply again. 【157】It was like the Tathagata palm in the legend of Chinese Kung Fu, which fell from the sky and slapped fiercely on every death eater who came back from the dead.

"boom------"

In an instant, all the "dead people" with the Dark Mark on their arms turned into black smoke.

Severus snapped his black eyes open.

Two rocs descended from the sky, and a group of immortals with fluttering robes descended slowly.

"Who is bullying my precious grandson!!!"