Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Before night fell, Snape took his little apprentice to get ready to go.

The tall professor strode forward, his black robes were windless and automatic.Behind him was Cyril, who was short-handed and short-footed, wearing a well-fitting robe. In order to cater to the long-legged strides of the person in front of him, his legs moved quickly upside down, and he walked with a bit of a professor's rolling black robe.

Snape went to see Hagrid first, greeted him as usual, and rejected the big man's kind suggestion of accompanying him.

The western part of the Forbidden Forest is actually beyond the Quidditch pitch, closer to the edge than the open training ground.There are lush trees and a wide variety of plants. It is a natural herbal garden.

"Evening primrose's growth habit?" Snape raised his legs and walked around a bush with thorns, and asked the kid behind him without looking back.

"Um...at the foot of the birch trees, where the moonlight can shine." The boy had already adapted to the professor's occasional questions, and he came out of the bushes with great effort, and answered out of breath.

"Remember, the evening primrose itself grows very low, so you must squat down and look carefully when you pick it..." Snape stopped, and after the boy caught up, the two walked deep into the woods again, this time The professor deliberately slowed down, and even introduced several commonly used herbs to Cyril along the way.

"So this grass called Latin mint can enhance memory?" The boy squeezed the unattractive grass in his hand, his gray-green eyes sparkled.

"Temporary enhancement. In fact, it's more accurate to call it simply stimulating the cerebral cortex..." Snape stood aside with folded arms indifferently, looking down at the boy squatting down to observe the grass.

"Then I'll grab some more... for the final exam on History of Magic." The boy made no secret of his "ambition", and reached out to the Latin mint on the ground.

"It's useless... I'm sorry to remind you, the shelf life of Latin Mint is one week. If you stock up now, then it will be a handful of useless hay. Besides... taking a lot of it is not beneficial to the human brain, and it will even bring a burden .Otherwise the memory potion would have been rotten."

Snape sneered, stood up straight and lowered his arms, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and signaled the boy not to stay in useless places and move forward quickly.

Cyril put the Latin mint in his pocket unwillingly, got up and caught up with the professor.

The Forbidden Forest went further in, and the trees became denser. In the second half, Cyril had to cling to the professor's arm, and Snape silently used his wand to open the way, trying to give a distance that the two could just pass.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was less than 10 minutes, but the darkness and unknown made the boy feel that he had been walking for more than half an hour, and Professor Snape finally stopped.

"Mr. McLean, please let go of your hand, your poor professor's arm is about to dislocate."

Cyril let go of her hand belatedly.He couldn't even remember when he grabbed each other's arms, was it when he met two nocturnal squirrels, or when he almost tripped over a vine just now?

No solution.

The boy stood up straight and let his arms go.She scratched her curly hair shyly and looked around, only to find that they had reached a relatively open place, surrounded by a few birch trees, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves.

The moonlight fell on the ground from the gaps in the branches and leaves that were not considered lush, illuminating this small forest.

If you observe carefully, you can see the crystal white light reflected from the ground, like small pearls falling in the fallen leaves, flickering and faintly visible.

Snape was the first to take out the storage pockets he had prepared, squatted down in a place where the moonlight was exceptionally bright, and carefully selected mature evening primroses.

After taking the bag handed over by the professor, the boy couldn't hold back and asked, "Professor... I just saw you casting spells around..."

"An animal repelling spell." Probably feeling that he should emphasize the danger of the Forbidden Forest again, Snape added two more sentences:

"The Forbidden Forest is not safe, boy. So don't try to run in there alone and find any herbs...the consequences will be dire if I find out. And you know...I will."

Snape gave the boy a meaningful look as he said the last sentence.Cyril touched the tip of Liangliang's nose, feeling that his idea of ​​stealing Latin mints before the exam had been ruthlessly penetrated by the obsidian-like eyes of the other party, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

In the end, Snape didn't say anything more, and the two started picking evening primroses in a tacit division of labor. After all, if they missed tonight, they would have to wait for the second full moon.

The way back was much faster than when they came. The only episode was that the two met Hagrid who was patrolling the night at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The big bearded man was leading a big black dog and was talking with a man on horseback. Professor Snape didn't want to join in the fun, but just wanted to stay away and go back to the cellar to process fresh evening primroses.

However, the man on horseback didn't wink at him, stepped on his horse's hooves and turned around, and was about to come over to say hello from afar.

When they got a little closer, Cyril realized that the other party was not riding on a horse, but a half-man, half-horse magical creature.

A centaur who appeared in the magical creature textbook last semester and is said to have advanced intelligence and is good at divination.

This centaur has deep facial features and a muscular upper body, and the first part of the horse's body is also shiny and looks very beautiful.When the other party opened his mouth, his voice was vicissitudes that did not match his young face.

"Good evening, Professor Snape. And this... Hogwarts student."

"Good evening, Firenze." Snape nodded coldly.

"Good evening, sir." Cyril said hello obediently, sticking to Snape's arm.

"I was chatting with Hagrid just now. The weather has been fine these few days. At night, I can see many stars that I usually can't see."

Firenze blinked his jewel-like blue eyes and gazed at the sky in fascination.

Professor Snape frowned habitually, and moved his left foot slightly.Cyril can guarantee that if Firenze continues to look up at the starry sky like this, within a minute, the professor will turn his head and leave impatiently.

"Mars is always bright, and it's getting brighter recently... But brighter than Mars is the morning star, isn't it? The night always passes, and the sun always rises... When the morning star rises from the east..."

Firenze flicked his smooth and shiny ponytail, looked at the starry sky and said slowly.

Hagrid dragged the big black dog and stood awkwardly aside, like a silent hill, looking at the night sky along with Firenze's line of sight at the moment.Although he didn't understand what the other party said, he nodded in confusion.

Snape didn't speak or move. He frowned, looking at the dark corner of the Forbidden Forest, wondering what he was thinking.

At this time, Firenze seemed to have withdrawn his consciousness from the vast universe, stepped on his horse's hooves, and said goodbye to his human friends politely.

On the way back to the castle, Snape was even more silent than when he came. He sent Cyril back to the Slytherin common room without saying a word, and watched the little troll run back to the bedroom before returning to the cellar.

In the blink of an eye, winter came, and the trip to the Forbidden Forest at the end of autumn became just a small episode in the second year.

Recently, Cyril devoted most of his energy to Slytherin's Quidditch team, except for going to Professor Snape's daily report at night to help with potions or reading books.

The annual Quidditch season is about to begin, and Gene organizes every training session like a chicken blood.

The first round draw was Slytherin vs Hufflepuff, Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.Both John and Cyril breathed a sigh of relief at this, normal people don't want to fight to the death with their old enemies as soon as they come up.

But Jean himself doesn't seem too pleased.

"Gene can't wait to beat the silly baby Bill Weasley to the ground in the first round."

Senior Natasha hugged the broom and smiled.The high-intensity training couldn't damage the beauty of this Slytherin Chaser flower. On the contrary, the sweat on the forehead, wet hair and rosy cheeks gave her a healthy and wild beauty.

"Weasley?" Cyril turned to look at his roommate.

"It's that Weasley's brother. I heard that Charlie the Stupid is Gryffindor's Seeker this year." John shrugged while strapping on his wristbands.

"Oh, some are lively."

Cyril's tone was flat, but his big gray-green eyes shone with excitement.For this red-haired classmate who is always "specially taken care of" by Professor Snape in Potions class and overly active in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, although Cyril rarely participates in the "red-green battle" between colleges, it does not hinder him. Make up an extra punch when the time is convenient.

John was so familiar with his roommate's expression that he couldn't help offering a tenth of an ounce of sympathy for the red-haired brother opponent he was about to face.

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