Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The little boy probably returned to the dormitory in the end.

Cyril had no way of knowing, because by the time he realized it, he was already in the medical wing.

In fact, Xi Ruier has never been to the medical wing. He is in good health and eats well. Run to Madam Pomfrey to treat the professor's illness.

At this moment, little Snape was leaning obediently on one of the white iron frame beds, and the younger-looking Madam Pomfrey was taking his temperature.

"Look, the fever is finally gone now. I really don't understand your children, who only come to the doctor with a fever of 39 degrees. Do you think it's cool to carry a sick child? Also...it's early spring, and the weather is still very cold , I suggest you keep wearing your woolen vest..." Madam Pomfrey looked up at the thermometer she raised, talking about the boy on the bed.

Little Snape lowered his head halfway, his hair hung on both sides of his cheeks to cover his face, his upper body was only wearing a yellowed white shirt, looking docile and harmless.

I don't know if Madam Pomfrey saw the professor's robe billowing like a black sea wave in the corridor, would she miss the shy look of this wizard when she was a child.

Shy? ? ?Cyril choked on his own saliva at the thought.

"I feel much better now, ma'am." Little Snape whispered to the witch next to him, lowering his head even lower, apparently very uncomfortable with the concern from an older woman.

"Drink the medicine now and have a good sleep."

"Ok."

"By the way, child. I heard from Professor Slughorn...you did a good job of making potions." Madam Pomfrey was about to turn around and leave, but she came back and asked as if she suddenly remembered something.

Little Snape quickly raised his head, without saying yes or denying, silently watching the female doctor who was talking to him.

"It's like this. Medicines in the medical wing are in short supply all year round, especially the most common healing potions. I mean...cough." Madam Pomfrey obviously spoke to the students like this for the first time, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Okay." Little Snape's voice was low, and he interrupted the female doctor's unfinished words with a calm expression.

"Oh! That's great. We'll provide the medicinal herbs. Hogwarts just has a fund... In short, you should have a good rest. We'll discuss the details when you come back." Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief, her normally serious eyebrows and eyes After softening, he helped the little boy pull the bed curtain.

"Good night, child."

"Good night madam."

The cool moonlight came in through the windows of the hospital wing, shining on the little boy, like a layer of silver-blue veil, making everything hazy.

At night, people are always emotionally flooded and extremely vulnerable, including Cyril, who usually seems heartless and carefree.

Cyril stood by the bed, looking down at little Snape lying on his back with a pair of black eyes open, without any expression on his face, and he didn't look like he was going to sleep.

Feeling sad for no reason.

He already had a little understanding of the professor's family conditions earlier. A 13-year-old boy had to make potions for the potion shop after school, and now he took over the job of making potions for the medical wing.

What am I doing at 12.3 years old?Cyril asked herself silently.

Oh, not really much to think about, he himself will be 13 soon.

Quidditch, lessons, playing and chatting with friends.There is a happy family, loving elders and a group of good friends.

Nobody points at their nose and calls "monster" or throws something in their face, and nobody calls themselves nicknames (well, "Little Prince of the East" isn't insulting at least, is it? ).

He didn't need to worry too much about the Galleon in his pocket, nor did he need to consider the expenses of books, stationery, clothing and daily necessities.

In comparison, I am as happy as a little prince.

Cyril really wanted to hug the young boy in front of him, and even more wanted to hug that fierce-looking wizard who was always silent when Professor Snape was still awake when he went back.

I hope the professor hasn't woken up when I go back... Otherwise... Cyril trembled violently, and felt the coldness spreading all over his body from the soles of his feet.

In this quiet night, suddenly a few black shadows flashed outside the window.

The professor lying on the bed suddenly sat up.Cyril withdrew from his emotions and looked back together.

From the window, you can see a few black figures outside under the Whomping Willow, who don't know what to do.

Little Snape reacted quickly, picked up the coat from the chair, and put on the shoes under the bed.Cyril had no choice but to walk out with the little boy bent over.

The door of the hospital wing was unlocked, and little Snape dodged Filch on patrol at the gate of the castle and ran straight to the Whomping Willow.

The two of them ran behind the bush closest to the Whomping Willow to find out together.

It was only then that Cyril saw clearly that they were the three boys in the "Picnic Squad".Together they were poking branches at the trunk.

"Narrow Encounter Road" is a perfect description of Snape and the "Picnic Squad".

Cyril belatedly remembered that he would not be discovered, so he simply stepped forward to find out.The magic of magic memory is that even if the person involved has not heard clearly in the past, the memory will show the situation where the owner of the memory can see in an all-round way.

At this moment, Cyril was standing next to James, watching him use his wand to manipulate the forearm-long branch with difficulty, and it seemed that he wanted to use it to poke a node under the willow trunk.

"I asked if you could do it, or just let Wormtail transform and bump into it." The gray-eyed boy gritted his teeth impatiently.

"Me?...I can't..." A skinny boy stammered and waved his hands, obviously frightened by the gray-eyed proposal.

"I don't think it's better to let him come by yourself, Padfoot." James grumbled tiredly.

"Then let me do it, and you don't have to bother." Padfoot was obviously eager to try.

At this juncture, the wooden stick was finally manipulated to poke a node severely, and the manic and restless Whomping Willow seemed to have been acupunctured, and immediately COSed an ordinary willow tree and remained motionless.

All three boys let out a long breath.

"Kacha" suddenly came an unusual movement diagonally behind.

Oops!It's young Snape!Cyril's heart tightened, and he stared straight at the bushes.A length of black clothes was still hanging on the side of the bushes, which looked very obvious under the moonlight.

The situation is a bit dangerous... Cyril suddenly worried that the sick little professor would be flattened into a pig's head by the Gryffindor trio.

Apparently the trio also saw the corner of the clothes, but they didn't act rashly.

James and the boy named "Padfoot" exchanged meaningful glances.

Padfoot took the lead in whispering:

"I guess it's Snotlite, but he's the only one who circles around us like flies every day. Leave it to me, you and Wormtail go first, and I'll follow later."

"What do you want to do?" James also asked in a very small voice.

"Isn't he curious? Let him see enough. See if he has the guts to say it!" Padfoot's gray eyes shone with a captivating light.

"No...it's not good...what if there is danger?" Wormtail's face was pale, and the freckles on his face were more obvious.

"The house was found by Headmaster Dumbledore. It's solid. When did something happen? Besides, we'll let him see it and let him die. By the way, we can teach him how to behave." Padfoot is obviously very Disdain the cowardice of companions.

"Yes! He seemed to have pissed off Lily two days ago. What a shame, Lily has been so kind to him! Let's teach him a lesson, and there will be no problem. Wormtail, you go there first, go in and transform into hiding." James obviously understood his buddy's intentions, and he, who loves pranks, immediately raised his hands and feet in favor, expressing his active cooperation.

Cyril stood next to the three brats and was terrified and felt that it was not a good thing. He really wanted to drag the little professor back to the medical wing.

The author has something to say:

This is probably the most poignant part of the full text. Coconut is guaranteed to be a real mother. Only by knowing the past of the professor can we have a better future.

Little Desiree also needs to grow up.

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