Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The days after Christmas passed quickly as the temperature rose.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of May, and the boys had already put on short-sleeved shirts under their robes, while the stinky girls had already put on short skirts.

"Mr. McLean, I don't think your English level needs my after-school tutoring. You can study in the library with your troll friends for exams instead of coming here every night to disturb your poor professor. .”

Cyril didn't seem to understand the professor's repelling intention at all, and sneaked into the office through the crack of the door with a book in his arms with a playful smile, ignoring Snape's black face standing at the door holding the door.

"Oh, professor. I think my level is still far behind. I couldn't understand half of the advanced herbal medicine book you gave me before."

The boy put the schoolbag on the side of the sofa familiarly, piled the books on the small tea table, and conjured up a set of student desks and chairs for himself.If Professor McGonagall is on the scene, he can't help but add 10 points to Slythering.

"I thought...that was just an extra-curricular reading I provided you. Now you should prepare for the upcoming exam. I don't want students in this college to fail under my nose."

"But I have finished reviewing Transfiguration and Herbalism, and I plan to memorize History of Magic before the exam."

Cyril stuck out her tongue playfully, and firmly opened the extra-curricular book on potions.

"Before the exam?"

"It's easy to forget memorizing now..."

"False. I suggest Mr. McLean review one chapter a day from now on."

"Okay, so can I stay with you and read? I can also help you with potions." The boy stared.

"Let's read your book first, little troll. If you talk again, I'll throw you out."

The boy stretched out his hand to greet the professor, silently expressing his strong willingness to stay and his determination to read the book seriously.

The exam turnaround arrived in an instant, and then drove away in an instant, leaving behind a group of young wizards who were still reminiscing about a certain exam, packing their luggage in the dormitory.

Most of the clothes were packed and put into the suitcase by the careful house elf, and Cyril also stuffed a few books that Professor Snape had given him in it.

"professor."

Cyril walked into the dean's office, and was not surprised to see Professor Snape burying his head on the potion experiment table without responding.

The boy didn't care, he closed the door softly, and walked to the wizard to help him dispose of the half-processed mimosa that had just been cored.

The wizard was very close to his cauldron, his hair was pulled behind his ears, revealing a sharp profile and a straight nose.

He gently stirred the bright red potion in the silver cauldron with his wand.After the color in the pot gradually faded, he waved his hand, and a silent version of the summoning spell threw the mimosa flower that the boy had just processed into it, and the potion instantly condensed and turned into a beautiful cherry blossom-colored paste.

Satisfied enough, the wizard curled his lips and straightened up.

Put away the fire and put the "Sakura Ointment" into a special potion box.

"Come and find me in the office at 8:30 tomorrow morning, go to Spider's End Lane."

"Ok."

Seeing that Snape picked up the potion on the table calmly, Cyril added obediently:

"My parents also mentioned it to me in the letter. They said they were going on a long trip and asked me to stay with you for a week. I promise not to cause you any trouble, and I can still help you with work!"

Snape moved his eyes to the boy, raised his eyebrows habitually, and said in a nice voice as always:

"I... don't need Mr. McLean to work. And you... just need to live in An Sheng for this week. Of course, Benedict said in the letter that it would be more perfect if you could finish your homework. How do you look?"

The boy stuck out his tongue: "Okay."

"Go back and pack your luggage now. I will never go back to school because you lost everything."

"Okay, sir."

Snape snorted softly as a response, Cyril saw that he didn't have any other instructions, so he silently took out Ping An from his pocket.

"Well...the full moon is here today, I'll put you here safely...then...sir, good night."

Snape picked up Ping An and waved his hands impatiently, signaling that the boy was fine and disappeared quickly.

Early the next morning, Cyril showed up at Head Slytherin's office on time with his suitcase, but Snape was not there unexpectedly.There were two breakfasts on the table, one with milk and one with black coffee, both steaming.

The boy looked around and didn't eat it by himself.

Picking up Xiao Ao who was resting in the moonlight on the window sill all night, he sat on the small sofa beside him and took out the extra-curricular reading materials on herbal medicine.

After a while, Snape appeared from the fireplace in a hurry. His eyes were black and his complexion was a little pale. He was wearing the thin black robe that he met last night.

Seeing the boy sitting on the sofa, the wizard froze for a moment.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I want to eat with you, but I haven't waited long."

"Sit down and eat." The wizard quickly washed his hands and sat across from his own breakfast. Cyril followed the professor's pace and neatly put away the book.

"Today will be busy. The house elves will deliver lunch and dinner. After arriving at Spider's End, you can arrange your own time."

"Oh, okay, you don't have to worry." Cyril replied obediently.

"The basement is my laboratory. Don't go in without my company, especially experiments are strictly not allowed! Also, one more reminder: minors are not allowed to use magic wands during their holidays."

Snape admired the boy's sense of humor in his heart, and did not inquire about his whereabouts curiously.

Although there is nothing worth concealing about what he did today, the upbringing shown by the boy is also the reason why he is willing to maintain a rare "teacher-student relationship" in the face of such a lack of interpersonal communication.

After dinner, the two returned to Spider's End from the fireplace.

It can be seen that the house has been cleaned specially, at least the fireplace and the floor are clean and not covered in dust.

But cleanliness can't hide the oldness of the whole two-story building.The room is very empty, except for the buttock sofa and a few bookcases I saw last time, there is almost no decent furniture.

This house seems to have been violently cleaned up by the homeowner, throwing away all the living furniture and decorations in the house, leaving only a few indispensable items with basic functions.

The boy was led up to the second floor by the professor, stepped on the creaking wooden stairs, and stopped at the door of the penultimate room.

"This is the room you live in, and it has been cleaned up. If there is anything missing, wait for me to come back or call Doudou. Go to bed early tonight and don't stay up late. Call me through this if there is an emergency."

Snape gave Cyril a mirror of simple workmanship, and hurriedly left through the fireplace after explaining, leaving Cyril alone to adapt to this large, empty house.

The boy ignored the slight unexplained loss in his heart, and carefully looked at the room the professor left for him.

Simple plain curtains and a log-colored single bed with bulging pillows and soft quilts.The color of the four-piece suit on the bed matches the curtains very well. Next to the window is a log desk and a regular wooden chair. It looks the same as Hogwarts except for the different colors. There is a small wardrobe in the corner.

Everything is simple but sufficient for use. The biggest surprise is that this is a room facing the sun, with good light, making the whole room look refreshing and comfortable under the sun.

After packing up the things and putting them down, the boy walked out of the room curiously and looked at the house.

The opposite side of his room was facing another door, which was closed tightly. Cyril guessed that it was the professor's bedroom, remembering that he hadn't had the chance to see the professor's bedroom after staying in Hogwarts Slytherin's office for so long Demeanor, a little itchy.

I hope that in the next few days, I will have the opportunity to go in and have a look while the professor is in the room.Is the professor's room as gloomy and cold as his own?

Thinking of this, the boy went straight downstairs and returned to the living room.

Probably because the house itself had mediocre lighting, the living room looked very dim. After finding the switch of the magic light, the boy lit up the whole house. Under the sufficient light, the layout of the first floor of the whole house can be seen at a glance.