Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The sun is a little brighter, compared to the dark basement just now

But maybe because of the memory, the good weather and the scent of birds and flowers in front of me seemed to have a layer of brownish-yellow filter added to it, adding some gloom.

"Lily, go home! Mom said there are guests coming this afternoon." A shrill female voice exploded in my ears. It turned out to be a tall, thin and short-haired girl who was standing next to Cyril, and the object of the shout was wandering in the middle of the small garden. Redhead girl on a swing.

Lily...a familiar name, a familiar hair color and those big emerald eyes.

Cyril looked at this little Lily with bated breath, and even though his heart was full of prejudices to defend his shortcomings, he had to admit that this girl was very beautiful.How should I put it, like a delicate red rose under the sun, it is a bright and flamboyant beauty.

"I'm not going back, Petunia. If you want to go, go first, I don't want to waste this great sunshine, please tell my mother for me, I'll be back before dinner!" The girl swung the swing higher and higher, playfully Laughing happily with the girl named Penny.

"It's up to you, but you must come back before dinner, and don't swing the swing so high, mom said it's not safe!"

"Got it, my sweet sister! But you know what? I find I can stop for a second or two whenever I think about it when I'm at the top of the swing. It's super amazing! Believe it or not!"

"Lily, don't do this! This is too scary!" Petunia turned pale when she saw the swing and the giggling little girl who were obviously stagnant in mid-air, and stopped her screams.

"It's not scary! Look, I can control it, just like before!" The girl showed her ability nonchalantly, very excited.

Cyril felt that Petunia next to her was about to go crazy, and the girl's chest heaved violently a few times.

"Anyway, be careful! Don't break your neck! I'm leaving first!" Petunia bit her lower lip, stomped her feet, and finally she was probably in a hurry to go home, she said viciously, and turned her head and ran away.

The girl sitting on the swing watched Penny run away, and jumped off the swing somewhat at a loss, as if she wanted to chase after her.

"You won't break your neck." An immature male voice sounded behind the girl.

Both Cyril and Lily were taken aback.

Lily obviously reacted more strongly.

The girl turned around quickly, and questioned the boy who appeared behind him who didn't know when:

"Hey! Who are you? Are you eavesdropping on us?"

"No, I'm just passing by." Little Snape blushed a little on his pale cheeks stared at by the girl.

"How do you know that I won't break my neck?" Lily didn't care about the boy's unreasonable words, and continued to ask.

"You're a wizard, of course you won't break your neck like a Muggle!"

"You are the wizard!" Lily obviously felt offended. The term "wizard" was no different from a curse word in the eyes of the girl.

"Of course I'm a wizard, we all are." Little Snape obviously lacked EQ, and explained solemnly.

"I'm not! You're a big fool." Lily rolled her delicate eyes.

"Look if you don't believe me." Little Snape was obviously also annoyed by the girl's attitude. He grabbed a bunch of withered flowers on the ground and stared at the little thing in his hand with serious eyes. Slowly, the withered little flowers regained their vitality. , Blooming little by little.

The girl's originally angry little eyes softened little by little, and she slowly approached little Snape, and finally asked dryly with a tense little face:

"That... how did you do it?"

"Naturally." Little Snape's face was full of pride.

"I'll try." The red-haired girl took the little flower from Snape's hand and slowly squeezed it, just like before, the little flower bloomed again.

"It's amazing! It's like magic!" The girl raised her face in amazement.

Little Snape turned his head uncomfortably, and replied dryly, "This is magic."

"What else do you want?" Lily was completely interested, and she graciously pulled the boy to sit on the floor, as if to have a long talk.

Cyril looked at the two children on the lawn in the garden, and felt that the grief from the professor's domestic violence just now was gently brushed by a ray of warm sunlight, and the tears on his face had long since dried up.

"Lily! Why aren't you coming home? You're talking to the bad kids at Spinner's End! I'm going to tell Mom!" A sharp voice sounded, and the good atmosphere vanished in an instant.

Accompanied by this sharp voice, this memory also came to an abrupt end.

The screen flips again...

This time the scene is more familiar - the grass next to the black lake.

Noisy students, black school gowns, various college ties.

Cyril saw the black-haired and black-eyed professor sitting under the willow tree reading a book at a glance. He was already a young boy at this moment.The black school robe makes the professor look slimmer, his hair is half-length but not long, and his protruding nose is particularly obvious. The young man is clasping his shoulders and is very close to the book. If he is not too familiar with the adult professor, Cyril would feel that In fact, the boy was nearsighted.

"Severus, don't read here alone, go and have a picnic with us!" Lily's red hair was flamboyantly loose, reflecting the golden light in the sun, very dazzling.

The little professor pursed his lips and looked hesitantly at the direction Lily was pointing at. A group of Gryffindor teenagers gathered there laughing and chatting while eating.When he caught a glimpse of a messy-haired boy with round eyes, his eyes darkened and he shook his head.

"Come on! Somewhere to bask in the sun, my classmate brought some fresh sandwiches and baked cookies from the kitchen."

"Lily, it's fine if your weird classmate doesn't want to come. You don't need to persuade him. I think he likes dark places, otherwise he can't live in a cellar!" The boy with round glasses shouted to the red-haired girl carelessly.

Boys in this period are keen to do something eye-catching, such as saying something that they think is humorous, such as combing an unconventional hairstyle.

Sure enough, as soon as the boy finished speaking, there was laughter all around, and the boy with glasses seemed even more proud.Little Snape's pale face showed a thin blush, and he closed the book with a snap, Cyril thought sympathetically that the professor must be very angry.

"Actually, I don't understand why Hogwarts put Gryffindor in the tower. Too much sun obviously makes some people grow tall but not brainy, and they have to worry about falling down and breaking because they are too stupid neck."

Little Snape sneered at the boy with glasses like a cannonball, then got up and patted the dirt and decided to leave.

"Hey! Who are you saying has no brains?! Stop!" The man with glasses really couldn't stand the provocation, and instantly exploded.

"Severus, I'm a Gryffindor too, don't be like this..." Lily was obviously also very embarrassed.

"Sorry, Lily. You know I'm not talking about you...I'm leaving first. Bye." Little Snape hurriedly explained dryly with a sullen face.

"That's all right, let's meet again next time. Goodbye."

Cyril followed the professor to Hogwarts Castle, ignoring the boy with glasses who was still shouting behind him.The little professor walks fast, and his thin body is wearing a large black robe, showing the effect of "tumbling black robe" after adulthood.

Cyril followed the little professor all the way through the porch, through the hall, up the steps, and walked to the eighth floor in one breath.

The boy is absolutely not familiar with this place, and has never been here except twice during the astronomy and divination in the first year.

So what is the professor doing here?Cyril didn't have to worry about being discovered in his memory, and he clinged to the professor with peace of mind, not letting go of the professor's expression.

Finally, the professor stopped in the corridor between the tapestry depicting the idiot Barnabas training the dwarves to dance the ballet and the human-sized vase. Cyril stood side by side with the young professor, and looked up at the void with him, and took a look at it. He glanced at the professor's height.

Well, at the moment we are the same height.

What's the matter with being a little happy?

Before he had time to delve into his own emotions, the little professor suddenly walked up again muttering words, and Cyril quickly followed, his eyes fixed on the professor's moving lips, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

The little professor walked back and forth three times in this corridor, and stopped with a look of anticipation.With doubts, Cyril repeated the actions the little professor had done, and at this moment a tall oak door slowly appeared on the wall.

The little professor couldn't wait to look around, then pushed open the door and walked in.Cyril followed and squeezed through the crack of the door.

The layout of this mysterious room is a bit familiar-the Moyao laboratory with a strong Snape style.Cyril watched as the little professor took a potions book from the shelf on the wall with familiar movements.