Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

On Friday afternoon, the Quidditch pitch became a sea of ​​silver and green. Because of the graduation of the previous Quidditch captain, the entire team lost more than half of its players.

Cyril stood in the team locker room, with a promotional poster of the Slytherin Quidditch team on the wall, 10 players (including three substitutes) smiling brightly at the camera, and the players' corresponding names were marked below. name and grade.

"It's hard to imagine that under the leadership of Senior Brown, so many seniors participated in the Quidditch competition in the seventh grade last year." The boy exclaimed in a low voice.

"The group of old seniors following Brown... They are almost all in the second grade, and they are reluctant to leave! Actually, I am also surprised, because they usually seem to be very busy." Gene has changed to Quidditch Clothes, walked to Cyril and put his shoulders on his shoulders, looked up at the old poster on the wall together with him, and sighed with admiration and admiration.

The words "Slytherin Forever Proud" were shining brightly across the top of the poster.

"Well... let me see, the seventh graders... two batters, one chaser, and one goalkeeper. The backfill is gone, it's a big project!" John also came together, and the three of them together Looking up at the old seniors in the same posture.

"So Gene, are you sure? Going to be Seeker?"

Cyril broke up the formation of three people looking up at the starry sky, walked back to his bench, changed his clothes twice, and picked up his precious comet.

"Actually, I have always wanted to be a ball seeker. The opportunity is rare, so I must seize it. ~ Then everyone! If you pack up, go out and gather, the selection is about to begin!" Gene turned up the volume in the second half of the sentence, and told everyone in the locker room.

Since John knew that he was going to recruit two batters, he decisively gave up the position of the pursuer and insisted on teaming up with his relatives and roommates.

"We have a tacit understanding of living together for a year. Who can compare with us?" John said.

"Cohabitation...??? I think sharing the dormitory is more appropriate." Cyril added silently looking at the sunny freckles on the roommate's face.

But no matter what, Gene seemed to be convinced. He not only revised the registration form, but also arranged the selection of batters at the very beginning. Everyone was divided into two teams to compete with each other.John and Cyril stood on the same side without hesitation.

Although sharing a dormitory sounds much more "sexy" than living together, the tacit understanding is still sufficient.

The two of them made eye contact and successfully blocked one after another Bludgers flying towards their players, and knocked them into the air at the same time.Of course, accidentally hitting the opponent is also an unavoidable accident.

Knocking someone down with a ball has always been a secret Slytherin tradition.

"This is the wildness in the bones of a real nobleman." ——The former Slytherin Quidditch captain had a deep face.

"This is called the inferiority of the self-proclaimed aristocrat." ——The former Gryffindor Quidditch captain disdains.

The selection became easy for the two second-year teenagers. They swept away all the competitors and sat firmly on the broom till the end.

Cyril waited for the batter selection to end, jumped off the broom, and went to the locker room to change and take a shower.

"Don't wait for the results to be announced?" John chased after him directly to the locker room.

"No, I think it's safe for the two of us! I'm going to Professor Snape's office for tutoring later, please tell Gene for me." Cyril put down the broom and took a change of clothes from his bag.

At this time, there was a thrilling call outside the locker room, and it was obvious that the next selection had begun.

"No problem! Then I'll go back and watch the selection of other players. Good luck, brother!" John shrugged, grabbed his broom and ran out itching.

"Thanks."

"Although I really don't have high expectations for you, but if you write the paper so that it doesn't match your mouth, I suspect that you don't have such a thing as a brain. It's a waste of patchwork and grammatical errors! My time!"

Cyril was about to push the door open and enter, when he suddenly heard Snape's angrily suppressed angry voice from the teacher's office.

There was obviously someone else in the room.Cyril retracted half of his foot that had been poking in, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." Snape replied from inside the room.

Cyril pushed open the door lightly, and saw two Hufflepuff students standing slumped in front of Snape's desk.

"So... for whatever reason, I really don't want to be stained with... such horrible parchment again. Go to Filch for labor services and clean the floors for a week. Since you like to waste time... just Time wasted where it would be good for the wizarding world."

Snape picked up the quill pen and scratched a few strokes on half of the parchment, then threw the paper and the previous thesis into the hands of one of the students, sneered and signaled them to disappear in place.

The two little badgers did not disappoint him, and lightning disappeared into the office at a speed almost comparable to that of Apparition.

Cyril, who was waiting by the door, felt that the wind they ran by almost blew up his still wet hair.

Snape lowered his head and sorted out the mountain of parchment on the table, half of his face was submerged in a shadow, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't speak immediately.

Cyril was not sure if the wizard was still angry, and he didn't take the initiative to speak.Walking to the small sofa, I want to read a book by myself.

"McLean, go to the lab, today Madam Pomfrey said that there is not enough cold medicine. You need to deal with the leaves of the sneezeweed."

"Oh, no problem." Upon hearing the instruction, Cyril immediately put down the book in his hand, turned and walked into the laboratory on the right.A box of sneezeweeds just delivered two days ago was still neatly stacked in the corner.

Cyril recalled the description of the sneezeweed in Snape's "Picking Tips and Precautions for Thousands of Magical Plants":

Sneezingweed, annual magic herb.The branches and leaves have dense thorns and are non-toxic.It grows mostly in wolf's tail bushes in oak forests.

Like shade, it is recommended to harvest with silver scissors.

Touching is no different to normal humans.

There are obvious allergic manifestations in individual magical creatures.The specific performance depends on the actual situation.

The leaves are mostly suitable for: cold medicine, advanced cold medicine...

Well, that means you can handle it directly without wearing gloves, just cut off the leaves of each plant, which is very simple.

Cyril took a pair of silver-bladed scissors from a drawer and took out a sneezeweed.I complained lightly in my heart: I don't know what the person who wrote the book thought, but he thought there were magical creatures to pick grass?When I first read this sentence, I thought it was very funny, and by the way, I thought of a sniffing and chewing a sneezeweed because it had a cold.

The sneezeweed in the box is gray-green all over, and it is fluffy in the hand, not sticky, but a little itchy.Cyril handled the leaves of the sneezeweed neatly, and put the cut ones in a wooden basin, which was quite efficient at first.

After a while, wondering if it was an illusion, the boy looked at the 1/4 of the sneezeweed that had just gone out of the box, and felt that the itching that was only conveyed to the palm of his hand seemed to spread to his entire arm.

Putting down the scissors, he got up and came to the sink. The boy pulled up his sleeves and looked carefully at his itchy arms under the light. There were very few hairs on the white and tender arms, and even the pores were hard to see. In short, there was nothing, even Not even a red mark.

I washed my hands with water and scratched them. It seemed that the itching came from the inside out, and it didn't help at all.

After such a short period of time, Cyril found tragically that not only his arms were itching, but his whole body felt weird, he felt hot all over his body, and his head was a little dizzy...

"Mr. McLean, are you done with the sneezeweed..."

Snape changed into a lab robe and opened the door to enter the room, staring at the boy in front of the sink, his voice stopped abruptly.

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