Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The day of the match against Hufflepuff was a sunny Saturday, and there was a lot of people in the stands. The commentator was a girl from Ravenclaw wearing glasses, her tone was flat and serious, but even so, it could not affect the high spirits of the audience. mood.

Cyril could only hear the voices of people outside the tent, and felt that there were quite a lot of people coming.

"Hey, I thought only Hufflepuffs and our house students would come to see." Cyril picked up the cloth for the eighth time and wiped the bat and broom.

"The whole school is willing to participate in such a grand event. I heard that the dean is also here." John replied.

"Professor Snape is here?" Cyril thought he didn't have a cold for Quidditch, and would rather stay in the cellar and cook the simplest cold potion.

In fact, the professor sitting in the stands had a dark face, and he really didn't want to watch this boring and barbaric game.

But Dumbledore stopped him at breakfast this morning, and the old man cheerfully invited him to watch the game together.

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In the early morning, the sun filled the Hogwarts auditorium, and Professor Snape was spreading a piece of whole wheat toast with a butter knife.

"Severus, how long has it been since you went to bask in the sun. As an old man, I still want to suggest that you go for a walk in the sun and communicate with energetic children. Oh! There will be a Quidditch match soon, It’s from your academy, we can go there together.”

Dumbledore threw 3 pieces of sugar cubes into his milk tea without changing his expression, and "ding dong" with a smile, stirred it twice with a small teaspoon.

Snape tore his gaze away from the "sugar tea" in front of Dumbledore's desk, hummed lightly, as a promise.

"That's really good! By the way, do you want to try the new frosting biscuits that the house elves made today. I made them double the lemon juice. They are delicious!"

The old man held up a plate of normal-looking biscuits in his thin and wrinkled palms, and enthusiastically recommended them to colleagues around him.

"Minerva?" The plate was stretched out in front of Professor McGonagall who was chatting with Professor Sprout, and McGonagall picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Thank you... Oh! What is this???" Professor McGonagall resisted the urge to spray Sprout with biscuit crumbs, and quickly took a sip of black tea and swallowed it.His facial expression tightened even more.

"Maybe a little sour... Would you like to add some sugar to the black tea?" Dumbledore held up the sugar bowl apologetically.

"I don't need anything, Albus. Thank you." McGonagall calmly refused.

"So Severus?"

Seeing that the plate of biscuits was about to reach under his big nose, Snape got up immediately, and even dragged his chair because of his haste.

"I'll take a look at the potions in the office first, and see you on the court later." Tu left a tall and straight back for everyone.

The unbearable memories were interrupted by the screams of hundreds of "mandrakes" on the pitch as players from both sides entered the field.

"This year the Slytherin and Hufflepuff teams have added new players. The team led by Slytherin's Gene Flint entered the field first. This time most of their players have changed to the latest models. Comet 86 broom, Seeker Gene Flint, Batsman John White and Cyril McLean..."

Ravenclaw's commentator was still in a flat tone, introducing the entire team in the tone of the weather forecast broadcasting today's cloudy tone.

Snape was sitting upright, gathered his robes, and snorted inwardly: These damned brats jumped into the sky wearing only a windproof cloak in the cold, Pomfrey is busy today!

"Then the Hufflepuff team entered the field. Under the leadership of the old captain Jerry Lind, they are imposing. They are... really looking forward to the next game..." Ms. Mechanical Voice said plainly Reading the exciting speech, the emotion expressed in the tone is the opposite of her commentary.

Mrs. Hooch was already in the middle of the field, ready to blow the whistle and release the ball.

The cold wind whipped up Snape's hair, blowing a lock directly in front of his eyes, and a group of yellow and green sky-stalking monkeys were already swaying in the sky.Snape brushed his hair back with a sullen face, regretting that he was here even more.It felt like my hair was blown into a silly mop by the cold wind.

"Hufflepuff scores first, Slytherin's batsman drives the Bludger away from his own team, Natasha Parkinson gets the ball to Joe Bright, scores, Slytherin equalizes .”

There was cheering in the arena, and Snape felt that the little wizard in his own yard sitting opposite was about to throw the Slytherin bunting on the teachers' bench.

……

The game was as intense as ever, with the exception of a few people (such as Snape) who held their breaths.Cyril rode on a broom and held his bat tightly, cooperating with his players at any time, regardless of the cold wind in the sky and cheering cheers from the audience.

Suddenly Gene swooped in front of him, and Hufflepuff's Seeker followed closely behind.Seeing that a Bludger was flying towards Gene, Gene had already stretched out his palm to reach the Snitch, along with the Hufflepuff Seeker who was chasing after him.

Cyril steered the broom and flew straight over against the wind. When he was about to collide head-on with Gene, he tilted the broom instantly, turned around 90 degrees and raised his batting stick to face the bludgers that were flying madly, killing one of them. The stick flies.

Immediately afterwards, the court erupted into violent cheers, and Mrs. Hooch also blew the final whistle.

310:160 Slytherin wins.

Snape clapped his hands slowly, in addition to being proud of his students' victory in the game, he was also annoyed at the fact that these little monsters were desperate to play.

God knows when he saw McLean manipulating the broom with his hands off the broom facing the damn Bludger, he almost stood up and cast an enhanced Feather Charm on the entire Quidditch field.

Merlin's socks!They are still hugging and celebrating at the bottom, so they should all be thrown into the medical wing and each filled with a bottle of pepper granules!Before leaving the auditorium, Snape looked at the black-haired boy who was being hugged and thrown up by his teammates and thought viciously.

"Dude! You don't know how handsome you are at the end!" John roared from the side.

"Thanks to you! It's a mascot!!! Come and pet my snitch!" Gene put his arms around the mixed-race boy and rubbed the top of his hair fiercely.

"You even knocked down that Hufflepuff throwing the ball before Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle! Hahahaha!!"

Cyril hugged his broom tightly and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He glanced at the teacher's seat in a strange way, just in time to see the dean and other teachers leaving the stage together. Thinking that his heroic performance just now was seen, he felt a little excited .

However, Cyril didn't have the chance to hear the professor's praise of his performance on the court in the end (you think too much, boy), because Christmas is coming.And his little sister is about to be born!

Cyril has never looked forward to his Christmas more than this year, thinking of his soft and cute little sister, he thinks this is cooler than any present he has received.

When the boy came out of the fireplace with his luggage, he was greeted by his mother curled up on the sofa eating fruit and his grandmother knitting a sweater.

"Mom! Grandma!" The boy dropped his luggage instantly and threw himself into his mother's arms.

Lin Jiu looked much rounder than when he started school, and his apple skin was a healthy pink, and his complexion was very good.

After kissing and hugging with his mother and grandmother respectively, the boy found his father in the kitchen who was wearing a pastoral style apron with floral flowers and holding a cookbook cooking soup.

"Hi! Benny!" The boy bounced and patted his father on the back.

"Oh! Son, you scared me!" The man who was concentrating on it almost dropped the spoon in his hand.

"Ha ha!"

"How's it going? Did it go well?" Benny turned down the fire and set a time reminder with his wand.

"It's all great!" Cyril looked at the soup in his father's pot.

When he met his son's curious eyes, the man explained with some embarrassment: "I'm learning how to make soup recently, and I found it quite interesting. You can try it later... Anyway, it must be much better than your dean's potion."

Cyril looked at his father with sympathy: "Professor Snape will put a quasi-flavor on me..."

"What? This is absolutely unscientific! Tell me, boy, how did you hug your dean's thigh." Benny paused as he wiped his hands, teasing his son with an incredulous expression.

"Hehe, it's probably because I'm cute!" The boy cracked his big gray-green eyes into a slit.

"It's really you! I'm in admiration. I heard from Severus that you were desperately chasing the ball on the court?" Benny squatted down, looked at his son who had grown taller, and rubbed him by the way. Put each other's limp hair.

"The dean said that???" Cyril opened his mouth wide in shock.

"Hmm. Let me recall: 'Young Master Ling's desperate ball-hunting skills and Slytherin's victory'." Benny raised his chin, imitating Snape's tone perfectly.

"Pfft! I'm not desperate, I won't be in danger, I know it well."

"I didn't even dare to tell your mother that you race like this, and I still hope that you will put safety first. But no matter what, I'm proud of you." Benny said the last sentence very slowly, but with a lot of weight Heavy.Cyril straightened her back unconsciously.

But the touching conversation between the father and son did not have a chance to continue, because the grandmother outside suddenly called out:

"Xiao Ben!!! Come here! Jiu'er is about to give birth!"