Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Soothing Potion?!"

The moment the boy woke up, he suddenly remembered his confusion before going to bed last night.

Isn't this for babies? ? ? !

Waking up from a dark and sweet sleep, the boy looked around with his hazy brain and the words "soothing potion", unable to realize where he was at the moment.

A dim room, sheets filled with a cold fragrance, and a dark green ceiling...

A partition suddenly appeared in front of him.

Cyril remembered a little bit, startled and touched the top of his head, and let out a long breath, but fortunately, his ears changed back.

After putting on his shoes, he walked out from behind the partition, and the big bed belonging to the professor had already been made.The gray quilt without a trace of wrinkle reflects a soft halo under the light passing through the gaps in the curtains, as if no one has ever rested on it.

Thinking of losing consciousness after drinking the pacifying potion that Professor Snape handed him last night, and not knowing what time the professor went to bed, nor when the professor got up, he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Obviously when I couldn't fall asleep with my tail in my arms last night, I was still wondering if the professor would snore while sleeping...

The boy picked up the wand beside his pillow and checked the time: 08:45.

Lie down and stand upright for 1 minute.

Let's get up and take a shower...

The boy who had changed his clothes and tidied up came out of the professor's bedroom, facing Snape who was sitting at the desk.

"Good morning Professor..."

"Hmm." The wizard was concentrating on a manuscript full of words and operators in his hand, without raising his head.

Cyril sat down spontaneously and began to eat a breakfast with milk on the small table. Thinking of the oolong last night, he tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"It's full moon tonight." After a while, the wizard across the desk put away the manuscript, took out a blank parchment and started to write, and said something without thinking.

Cyril stopped chewing and tried to comprehend the serious dean's meaning: "Hmm... so I have to trouble you for tonight's safety?"

The movements in the wizard's hands paused, and he said softly, "I'm going to pick mature evening primroses in the western part of the Forbidden Forest at night."

"Oh oh..." The boy nodded in understanding, and continued to stuff a mouthful of toast into his mouth.

After a while, the boy who reacted suddenly raised his head: "Can I go?"

Snape completely stopped his writing, threw the quill into the ink bottle, and with his fingertips facing each other in a pyramid shape, he spoke slowly but sharply: "Otherwise... what does Mr. McLean think? Poor you Is your professor reporting the schedule to you?"

"Pfft!" The boy hurriedly picked up the napkin and waved his hand into a lucky cat with an overloaded battery.

"No, no, no... I'd be happy to go with you."

Snape stared at the little troll opposite him speechlessly, hesitating for a moment whether it was the right choice for him to take him, then he snorted and picked up the quill again.

"7:30 after dinner tonight." -Snape the stinking face.

"Okay." - the well-behaved and dignified Cyril.

When Xi Ruier returned to the dormitory with his things carefully, he bumped into John who was about to go out.

"Hey John!"

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?"

"How about what?"

"Have a fever? Has your fever gone?"

"Oh. Much better."

"That's good, I still want to visit you, the dean said you can't visit... By the way, Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis paper has been released, and I put it on your desk."

"OK, thanks."

"Gene said it's time for training at 3 p.m. I'm going to the library first."

"Yeah, good!"

Going back to the dormitory to tidy up, Xi Ruier saw that Time Fuyu had finished the previous herbal medicine homework, and wrote a letter to his family, mainly expressing that there was a false alarm last night, and he reported his safety by the way, and planned to take it there and post it at night .

Three o'clock in the afternoon Quidditch training ground.

This is the first group training for the 67th Slytherin Quidditch team. Before the training, Gene, who was very "superstitious", specially organized a gypsy witch-style prayer ceremony. (He insists that every new captain does.)

Cyril looked at the mask in his hand with a look of shock: "Why did you give me a wretched uncle with a beard??? What is this, coconut shell?"

Joe on the side laughed "chichi": "It's hard to imagine that the elementary school boy who even called 'uncle' unsuitable last year will use the word 'obscene' this year..."

John has long been used to his roommate's cleverness, and his tone is a bit unlovable: "Why don't we switch, at least you have the right gender..."

As he spoke, he shook the long green dress in his hand, with a floral ribbon of the same color tied on it, fluttering in the wind.

"Pfft! What is that, a matching belt?" Cyril immediately hugged his mask tightly, defending the assigned role to the death.

"You are the main character, Lady Witch's headband. Also, that's not an ordinary coconut shell, it's a Maltese coconut, used to ward off evil spirits. Hold it in your hand, little gentleman. Don't shake it. Everyone, put it on quickly, Then pray to Merlin!"

"Gypsies also believe in Merlin???" Cyril put on a mask, followed Gene and asked in a muffled voice.

"...You have too many questions...you will double up with your partner in a while!" Gene paused, his tone very angry.

"Hey! Isn't this fair?!" John, who was holding up the corner of his skirt for fear of falling into shit, yelled from the side.

"Nothing unfair, you're not wearing a headband!" Gene said grimly.

"Cyril said that men can't wear green heads! You stupid captain." John argued.

"Okay, insulting the captain is a proper punishment this time."

"..." John White who jumped into the Black Lake in great grief and indignation.

"..." Baby Cyril, who was trembling and completely afraid to speak.

Of course, excluding the prayer ceremony at the beginning made everyone very headache, the training is still remarkable.

For the first time, the focus was on running-in. Gene intended to let everyone improve their tacit understanding, and randomly divided them into two groups to play a cooperative game together.I don’t know if John’s tainted milk has a significant effect. Except for the election campaign, which directly reached the peak of their tacit understanding, the tacit understanding of the two of them now "living together", no, "sharing a bed" made them almost beat each other down with a stick broom.

Before the end of the training, the old player Joe comforted the two frustrated juniors, "You know the last year, Angie and Krall. They didn't communicate with each other during the first competition. They divided the field into two, and each managed One side. You can at least co-exist, can't you?"

"They are the golden partners of Slytherin!" John couldn't believe it.

"That's a year later." Joe shrugged indifferently.

"Okay bro, we need to get in touch from today on." Cyril put his arms around his roommate's shoulders with a friendly face, and was then embraced by the roommates, the two of them hummed the team song of running away like Siamese twins To the green changing tent.

After taking a bath, Cyril entered the dean's office on time with his safety and family letters in his hands. The wizard was wearing a night cloak and was buttoning the hanger.

"Professor, I'll send a letter first." Cyril put the peace in the old place and walked to the fireplace.

"I thought...you knew where we were going?" the wizard behind him whispered in a drawn-out tone.

Cyril threw the letter into the green flame and froze for a moment: "Sorry?"

"Where's your padded cloak? Or do you think you have thick fox fur since you changed your body once?" Snape finally straightened the buttons around his neck, and asked with a stinky face.

"Oh, sorry. I'll go back and get it." Cyril actually didn't feel how cold the night was, but he was obviously more afraid to argue with his viper dean, and turned his head to rush out.

"Come back, don't waste your time. This one."

A large black woolen cloak hooded his head, and Cyril felt his eyes go dark.He frantically pulled up the robe that was as big as a bed sheet on top of his head, and it took a lot of effort to get out his head.

Looking at the cloak that was dragged directly to the ground, which was comparable to a long dress skirt, the boy felt cruelly and intuitively the height difference between himself and the professor.

The cutest height difference between a 12-year-old boy and a 26-year-old professor is exactly 1.5 times.

Blame it on Cyril's late development of half Asian blood, and also on Snape's own exorbitant height.

What's even more sad is that the boy estimated that even if he became an adult, he would not be nearly 1.9 meters tall like the professor, although Benny was not short... Cyril was always a little unconfident in this regard.

The professor didn't give the boy too much time to feel sad. He touched the robe on the boy, and the robe shrunk automatically to a size that just fit him.

If Madam Malkin was there, she would definitely want to poach Dumbledore's corner.

Unexpectedly, the professor mastered the transformation spell of clothes so well. After frying eggs, the boy once again deepened the impression that the dean is a versatile, gentle and virtuous potion master.