Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In fact, Bahrain medicine is divided into two stages. He was worried that the professor would not be able to bear it, so he had to finish the first stage first. Anyway, the book said that the medicines of the two stages should be taken directly with an interval of 12 hours, and it would be too late to do it later.

Poured the medicine into the cup, extinguished the fire, the boy moved his stiff neck, and picked up the medicine.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the professor had changed his posture, with his back facing the door, lying on his side, curled up, frowning, and his face was redder than before boiling the medicine.

The boy put the medicine on the bedside table and looked at the professor who turned his back to him and made a mistake. How to make the professor drink the medicine?

It is obviously unrealistic to pour directly... The boy took Ping An away from the pillow, put his hand on the wizard, and patted it lightly:

"Professor? Professor..."

Snape frowned fiercely on the bed, snorted softly, half awake.Cyril was ruthless and pushed hard again, this time the professor finally made some movement, the wizard opened his eyes in confusion, his eyes were distracted, and his voice was hoarse:

"……how?"

Probably because he had a fever and hadn't spoken for too long, it was extremely difficult to say the word "how".

"Take your medicine, Professor. Balin Potion."

"What...? Potion?" Snape's usually sharp eyes were bloodshot at the moment, covered with misty physiological tears, the sharp and cold aura disappeared, like a child mechanically repeating Cyril's words if.

"Yes, we took the Bahrain potion." Cyril explained patiently, and felt that the professor at this time was a bit cute.

"Don't take medicine..." Snape muttered, a lock of hair fell down his forehead, coupled with his reddened cheeks, he seemed a bit youthful.After speaking, he actually started to shrink into the quilt, showing with actions that he wanted to continue to sleep.

Cyril quickly grabbed the professor's arm, helped him up, dragged him half against the bed with all his strength, and passed the Bahrain medicine on the table to his mouth.

Snape leaned against the head of the bed, turned his head to one side, frowned, his movements and expressions were a bit childish.

"Professor, you have a fever, just take the medicine and you'll be fine." Cyril was a little unaccustomed to such a "age-reducing" professor for the first time, so he changed his posture and continued to pass the medicine, persuading him in a good-tempered whisper coax.

"No." The professor tilted his head almost 90 degrees.

My high-cold potion professor's IQ has fallen back to 70, how can I break it?

Cyril rolled her eyes to the ceiling in an inelegant manner, and insisted on not retracting her arms.Looking at "Giant Infant Sick Snape", he spoke slowly after deliberation:

"It's not bitter..."

Snape immediately turned his head and looked over with disdain on his face, doubts were written all over his face, and the familiar sarcasm popped out:

"I'm not a little monster, why am I afraid of suffering?"

"Oh, then you should drink it." Cyril held the medicine cup with a grim expression.

"Okay, okay..." The giant baby couldn't hide and finally decided to compromise, finally turned his face back, and slowly drank the medicine from Cyril's hand.

"The fourth stirring speed was too fast and there was sediment."

Still immersed in the excitement of "The Potions Professor drank the potion I made", Cyril, who couldn't help himself, was caught off guard by such a comment and felt a little time-traveled.

"Professor... Are you cured?" Cyril looked at the professor in front of him in a daze.

"Why don't you put the flavor-mimicking potion? It's better to add some honey."

"..."

Cyril dared to use his safe head to guarantee that Snape did not wake up.

The professor who took the medicine was unusually well-behaved. To be precise, the professor had been very well-behaved since he was woken up.The wizard retracted himself into the bed again, as if he was tired from tossing around, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

Cyril didn't dare to take it lightly. The book said that the rainforest fever was violent and easy to repeat. He decided to lie on Snape's bedside and watch until he recovered.

"Crack" The unknown organ next to the bed was touched, and Cyril was startled.

Immediately afterwards, a mechanical hidden compartment door at the head of the bed popped up.

"..."

Cyril stared dumbfounded at his right hand that caused trouble, a little worried that Professor Snape would be silenced when he woke up...

Glancing at the unconscious professor who buried himself in the quilt, the boy decided to close the hidden compartment door manually with eight parts panic and two parts curiosity.

Sure enough, there is no purely mechanical thing in the magic world... After trying many times, the boy didn't know what structure was inside, and the boy found in despair that the hidden compartment couldn't close as expected.

A square box behind the wooden door is just half of it sticking to the edge of the bed, as conspicuous as possible.

Anyway, he couldn't hide it, so the boy simply smashed the can, carried the wooden box out, and put it on the bedside table.

Come back and explain to the professor.Anyway, this is not the only thing to explain...

There is no worry when there are too many debts, and there is no itching when there are too many lice.

The boy stared silently at the wooden box on the bedside table for a few seconds.

In fact, this wooden box is quite special, the size of a shoe box, without locks, seams, or marks.

This is probably a wooden box... The boy suddenly became a little unsure, maybe he was thinking too much and this is a piece of wood...

Based on the principle of not flipping other people's things, the boy held back his surging curiosity and tried his best to ignore the box.Continue to lie down on the bedside to accompany the professor.According to the book, after drinking Bahrain's first-stage medicine, the patient's body temperature will soar in a short period of time, and after getting through it, he will gradually get better, and then he will take Bahrain's second-stage medicine...

Professor Snape on the bed didn't respond, his breathing was continuous, and his body temperature didn't rise again for the time being. Cyril rested his chin on the back of his hand, tilted his head and thought wildly, hoping that his potion would give him some strength...

"Hmm..." After more than ten minutes, Professor Snape suddenly turned over and pulled the quilt up.

Cyril tried the professor's temperature and it started to rise.Quickly took the cooling towel prepared earlier, and gently wiped the professor's forehead.

The wizard was obviously very uncomfortable, his brows were wrinkled enough to kill mosquitoes, he changed his posture from time to time, from hot to cold, turning over impatiently.

"What? Professor?" The boy leaned closer to help Snape wipe it with a towel, and heard the wizard muttering unexpectedly.

"Water...water..." Snape whispered, moving his parched mouth.

Cyril quickly helped the professor to pass the water, probably because of severe dehydration, the professor took several big gulps with his hand.

The professor who finished drinking the water was helped by the boy to lie down, but he didn't feel much better, it was still very difficult.Cyril found that the professor was still talking after lying down.Put your ear close to the professor's mouth to hear clearly.

Snape's hot breath sprayed all over Cyril's ears and the side of his face:

"Lily...Li...ly...so...rry...Lily sorry..."

When he finally heard the last clear "Lily Sorry", the boy was surprised to find that the wooden box on the bedside table opened in response...

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