Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril finally failed to receive the Christmas gift he wanted from the professor before going back to school. The boy bid farewell to his family and his little brother Evan who had just learned to spit bubbles with a secret sense of loss, and set foot on the fireplace back to school .

Surprisingly, it was Professor McGonagall who came to pick him up from the Ministry of Magic.The tall wizard with black hair and black eyes did not appear.

The boy was obviously not in high spirits, and Professor McGonagall automatically interpreted the boy's listlessness as "little wizard syndrome after vacation and away from home"-a phenomenon that Professor McGonagall, who has rich teaching experience, has often seen.

The poor-spoken witch pursed her lips, put her palm on the boy's shoulder, patted it lightly, and said tensely:

"You play Quidditch well, I hope you get good results."

The boy raised his pretty face and glanced in surprise at the serious transfiguration professor and head of Gryffindor.

"Of course, Gryffindor is also very strong." The witch who pulled her hair up high added, smiling slightly.

"I will play well. Professor McGonagall, may I ask... do you know why Professor Snape didn't come?...Sorry, you know that he usually comes to pick me up..."

"Oh. Severus... is too bad at taking care of himself. I heard that Albus said that he went to the Albanian rainforest to look for potion materials during the holidays. He fell ill, and the rainforest is poisonous... and he is resting." Professor McGonagall frowned. , not without worry.

"Professor is sick?! When did it happen?" Cyril was shocked. Normally, although Snape looked pale, he seldom got sick. Even if he had a small cold or a headache, he would calmly endure it.It must not be a small problem to let the professor take a sick rest without going out.

In an instant, "not coming to pick up" and "not sending gifts" all turned into floating clouds.

At this moment, Cyril just wanted to go back and see how the professor was doing.

Seeing the boy's honesty and worry from the bottom of his heart, Mag softened his tense brows and eyes:

"Shall we go straight back to school?"

"Excuse me, Professor."

"Hold on, Apparate!"

From Apparation to the fireplace, the two finally arrived at Hogwarts. Cyril bowed politely to Professor McGonagall, and McGonagall nodded and said that he was going to pick up another little wizard who encountered a special situation. Parted ways.Cyril took the luggage and ran all the way back to the cellar.

On the way, I happened to meet John, who was going back to the dormitory. He didn't care about the greetings and stuffed his luggage to his roommate to ask for help to take it back. The boy turned around and went to the professor's office with Ping An in his arms.

Medusa sat in the portrait and gazed at the panting boy opposite with dignity.

"Is the professor in there?"

"Professor Snape said that anyone who comes to him will tell him he's not here." Medusa blinked playfully.

"Oh, okay. Can I go in?"

"Password dear." Medusa straightened her messy snake hair.

"Moonlight grass?"

"That was last month."

"Oh... can't you let me in? I heard that Professor Snape is very ill." Cyril put on a pitiful face.

"Emmm... What did Professor Snape call you last time?" Medusa asked an irrelevant question, noncommittal.

"Which time? During the competition? Mandrake?" Cyril followed patiently.

"Hmm, no."

"Mindless gill grass?" Cyril's eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly when he saw something.

"It doesn't seem to be... think again."

"Little troll?"

"The password is correct." The door suddenly opened.

Cyril gave a standard gentleman's salute to Medusa on the door, successfully making the naughty lady laugh.

The office was a bit damp and cold. Cyril took the wand and lit the fireplace, which gave a warm light to the dim office. There was a messy pile of parchment on the desk, and there was a tray of breakfast on the small coffee table. The door was closed.

Cyril stared at the closed door and was suddenly at a loss.

Should he go in?Is it appropriate to go in like this?

The boy looked around with dodge eyes, his heart was in chaos.

Glancing at the corner, where there were some Christmas presents piled up, none of which looked like they had been opened, Cyril saw the one he had given as he said.Think how many days have passed since Christmas, three days?Or four days?

Professor Snape won't be sleeping in his room for so many days...

Cyril was terrified by his own thoughts.

Let's go in and take a look, at least feel at ease... Wait for the professor to recover... If you want to kill or cut, you will do as you please.The strong boy pushed open the tightly closed door on the left.

Not locked.Thank goodness!

Unscrewing the door, Cyril slowly poked his head in.

The bedroom was darker than the office, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the big dark gray bed was bulging, rising and falling with the professor's rough breathing.

The light through the door hit the wizard lying on his side on the bed.The messy black hair was half scattered on his face, but it still couldn't stop his frowning brows and the abnormal redness on his face.

People who are usually so vigilant, now they have to stand by his side, but still don't respond, the situation is really not optimistic.The boy thought distressedly.

There was a small half bottle of potion and a glass of water on the bedside table.The brown potion was cloudy and stuck to the wall of the bottle. Cyril picked it up and smelt it. It was a quick fever-reducing medicine.

Cyril put down the medicine bottle, gently stroked the professor's hair, and put his palm on the wizard's forehead, feeling that the temperature was too high.Worried that his palms were cold after coming back from the outside, the boy bent down again, lifted his woolen hat, and pressed his full forehead to the professor's.

It was too close, and you could see the professor's black eyelashes when you raised your eyes... The wizard's hot breath sprayed on the boy's face, and the boy's ears turned red silently.

The temperature was too high... The boy quickly stood up straight and moved away from the unconscious professor in an instant.

Even so, the wizard didn't wake up, and still frowned.

If the powerful antipyretics are useless... Cyril regained her composure and decided to go to Madam Pomfrey.

The boy used a warming spell to raise the temperature in the room a bit, put peace on Snape's pillow, and ran back to the office fireplace to call Madam Pomfrey.

There was no response for a long time, and the boy had no choice but to run up and look for it by himself.

The medical wing was empty, and a wooden sign saying "Out for Medicine" hung on the door.This is too unfortunate...Professor McGonagall also mentioned that Headmaster Dumbledore was not at school.

Cyril had no choice but to leave a note, sweating profusely, feeling a little desperate, and hurried back.

Back in the cellar, Professor Snape really didn't wake up, and even his posture on the bed didn't change.

Cyril stared at the professor's chapped lips in a daze, and suddenly remembered that there was a copy of "Poisons in Disease" on the professor's bookshelf.

The boy who went to the doctor in a hurry decided to go and see how he was cared for first, hoping that the doctor or the principal or whoever was reliable would come to help later.

I opened the book, searched the catalog, and luckily found rainforest fever. The book said it was an acute lung disease. The early symptoms were fever and cough, and the mid-term symptoms were coma and dehydration.

As if to confirm the correctness of the book, a few hoarse coughs came from the bedroom, and the boy did not dare to delay. The professor's situation is just the transition to the middle term and cannot be delayed.

Below the description of the condition, it says that the applicable potion is Bahrain potion.

An idea directly broke into the boy's mind. Passive waiting has never been his character. Rather than worrying about it here, it's better to try it yourself.

Just doing what he said, the boy picked up the book and walked into the professor's laboratory on the right, and began to prepare materials.

It's not a coincidence, there are a series of Bahrain potion materials on the experimental table.

Professor Snape probably wanted to do it himself when he first fell ill, but his illness became so violent that he had no chance to finish this potion before he fell ill.

The boy just took over, took a deep breath, put on his gloves, and began to make according to the instructions in the potion book.

This feeling is very miraculous. Standing in front of the test bench, Cyril feels that he has been divided into two people, or more precisely, his body and soul have been split into two halves. The body calmly carries out every step. Cut into pieces, it should be ground and ground...but the inner soul is in turmoil, all emotions are sucked away by the soul, the worried, distressed, afraid, and secret self completes a potion alone to help the professor recover A healthy dose of excitement and anticipation.

Bahrain potion is not difficult, but it is a test of patience. Every time you add a potion of medicinal materials, you need to stir clockwise and counterclockwise for a fixed number of times.

Cyril was concerned about the professor who was feverish and comatose in the bedroom, and he didn't dare to take it lightly and ruin the potion. He stayed in front of the copper cauldron for 4 hours without daring to leave. From 10 am to [-] pm, there was no water left. Enter.

The body seemed to have broken through the so-called limit, but Cyril didn't feel too tired, until he saw the potion in the pot turned into the light green described in the book, and he breathed a sigh of relief.