Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In this Potions class, make a drowsiness potion, also known as a sleep aid potion.

Cyril had been assigned with Snape as early as last semester, and he was familiar with the road, and led John, the only member of the group, to hand in the class assignments early.

Snape stared at Cyril for two seconds, took the vial, wrote a golden E on the list with his wand, and nodded for the boy to return to his seat.

Before get out of class was over, the wizard left a sentence:

"Mr McLean stays, other students can leave."

It was a nightmare for every student to be left alone with Professor Snape.Of course everyone here except Cyril.

Cyril was delighted, and came to the podium with her schoolbag, and took the initiative to help the professor carry the homework of the whole class and put it in the potion work cabinet.

In fact, even if Professor Snape didn't keep him, he would take the initiative to stay.What's more, there is still a home letter written last night in his pocket.

"Professor, are you looking for me?"

The boy strode towards the professor's office following the black robed wizard.

Snape tossed the list in his hand to the table, the list automatically opened without wind, the drawer on the table opened automatically, a file folder flew out, flexibly received the flying parchment, closed it, and then returned to the drawer.

The wizard himself took off his robe, leaving only a shirt and trousers. While unbuttoning his cuff buttons and rolling up his sleeves, he said:

"Flint handed me a dozen application forms this morning, one of which is yours. I want to know what you think?"

Cyril was stunned for half a minute before realizing who Flint was (Merlin knew that he called him Gene or Senior Gene every day, and he never called him by his last name...)

Snape wasn't impatient, he sat back at his desk and ordered himself a cup of black coffee.

"Yes...I want to be a batsman..." the boy said deliberately.

Seeing that Snape was still silent, he added:

"If you feel..."

"Approved. Good luck with selection this Friday afternoon."

Cyril couldn't believe his ears. He thought that the professor would be upset or sarcastically accused him of not doing his job properly, but he didn't expect that the other party would sign the selection opinion so quickly.

After signing, Snape looked up and saw the boy opposite was still standing blankly, feeling a little funny, what's with the expression on his face stunned by happiness?He had merely approved Friday's Quidditch selection and field application form.

Fortunately, the boy came back to his senses after a while, remembered the business, and said cautiously:

"Professor, can I come to you at night when I don't usually practice?"

Snape dragged through a dozen holiday homework papers, chose an all-black eagle brush, and said in a long tone:

"First of all, McLean has not yet participated in the selection, so he may not have the opportunity to participate in training; secondly...I personally think that your English level and self-study ability do not make it necessary to come here again."

"Professor, I like Potions. I don't necessarily come to learn English. I just want to learn Potions from you, learn operation skills, and accumulate experience. Even if you let me handle potion materials. As for Quidditch, I am confident that I can To be a good batsman. I practice two afternoons a week, and I don't miss coming here at night."

Snape put aside an assignment with an A, looked up at the boy seriously, and was silent for a while.The obsidian eyes are full of probing and bottomless depths, and the wizard can always hide his emotions very well.

The boy didn't seem to let go when he saw the professor, and added with difficulty: "And I don't understand a lot of the books you gave me, and I always come to you to ask questions, which is no different from now..."

"Then come." The wizard said lightly.

Cyril was choked in his throat by these four words that he hadn't prepared to say, and hiccupped in fright.

"You...agreed?" Cyril felt that happiness came too suddenly.

The wizard made a gasp from his nose as a response.

Today was a dreamy day, and Snape agreed to the two requests that the boys felt needed a "hard fight", and it went smoothly as if he had taken a Felicity Potion.

"Thank you so much!!!"(/≧▽≦)/

"If you have nothing else to do, don't hinder me from grading my homework." The wizard said with a sullen face on purpose.

"Oh! Also, I almost forgot..." The boy jumped up and down for a long time, took out a letter from home from the big pocket of his robe, smoothed the bent corners, and handed it over.

"I want to send a letter..."

"Go to the fireplace, and immediately say No. 72, Shantang Street after the floo powder is sprinkled, and then throw the letter into the fire."

Snape controlled remotely, and his attitude was very determined not to leave his desk again.

Cyril did as she was told, and threw the letter into the green flame.

"professor."

"Ok?"

"How much is Floo powder?"

"?"

"I think you should ask my dad to reimburse you for the Floo powder..." the boy said blankly, looking at the fireplace with a tangled expression.

"..."

Snape raised his head suddenly, still holding the eagle quill and parchment in his hands, his face was full of shock.

"...Mr. McLean, please go back to the dormitory if you have nothing to do." After Snape recovered his normal expression, he mercilessly issued the order to evict the guest.

"I'm serious..." The boy leaned to the table and looked at the professor's face, and groaned.

"Let's go..." Snape said with a rare weak and helpless tone, watching the troll boy run away from his office in a hurry.

Putting his gaze on the Floo powder can that the boy had used just now, the wizard shook his head and chuckled lightly. Reimbursement for the Floo powder?Not to mention that the school provides daily consumables, and this is what the only son of the McLean family, one of the school managers, said.Should he be moved or sympathetic?

"Little troll." Snape said in a low voice, and picked up a new page of homework.

The poster for the Quidditch selection had been posted on the bulletin board in the common room that night, and Cyril didn't see it until he came back from Snape's office.

Gene was missing, and John was playing wizard chess with Wendy in front of the fireplace. His queen had been cornered by the opponent's knight, shaking the crown on her head all the time, looking very irritable.

"Are you still going to the dean's office this semester?" The brown-haired roommate didn't seem to be worried about his queen's situation, and looked up at Cyril with concern.

"Well, potion English tutoring." Cyril threw his schoolbag aside, casually walked behind his roommate, and sat on the floor.The well-fitting suit trousers revealed a white ankle and shiny Oxford leather shoes because of the movement.

"Actually, I don't think there is any need for tutoring for your English. Are you sure you didn't go to confinement? Did you do something outrageous and didn't tell us?"

"Oh, come on, can't you look forward to it? I think potions are interesting lately, but I still can't understand some technical English."

"Confinement is also a happy confinement. Don't you think he's in a good mood every time he comes back? General, you've lost again. Hand it in." Without raising her head, Wendy commanded her knights coldly to kill the imperiled opponent. Queen, successfully won.

"Merlin's socks, have you been playing chess all holiday?" John muttered and took out a beautifully wrapped Christmas special from his robe pocket - Chocolate Frog.

"I thought a lady like you wouldn't like to eat this kind of sweet and greasy chocolate anymore...Of course...you have a great figure, it won't hurt to eat ten more..." Cyril said slowly.

"She's not eating, she's collecting the Christmas cards inside."

"What card? Dumbledore in a Christmas suit?"

"No, silly boy. Fantastic wizard, the male god version. Oh—the fifth Lockhart." Wendy unpacked the package three times, threw the chocolate back to John, and put a picture with blond hair, Colgate's flamboyant wizard card was thrown on the table casually like an advertisement.

"Six out of ten are him. It's really annoying. I guess he must have secretly given money to the factory." John put the chocolate aside and shrugged disinterestedly.

"So who do you want to collect this?" Cyril curiously picked up the card and looked at it.

"Ludwig, the German Eagle...my handsome god." Wendy held her face in her hands with a dreamy expression.

"That...John?"

"Ok?"

"So you played chess with Wendy to win this nympho card???"

Cyril's expression was tangled, and she looked at her roommate lovingly.

"I just want a card from this year's Quidditch rookie, Jonas Blazer. And, I just admire his skills. Plus, it's not a nympho card. Thanks."

John blushed and explained to the "Little Prince of the East" word by word, with a sonorous and forceful voice.