Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

However, he is just a bystander.

As agreed, Peter and James ran into the tree hole under the Whooping Willow first, and Padfoot circled around the Whomping Willow. When he felt that the time was almost up, he also got into the tree hole.

Little Snape leaned out slowly from behind the bushes and straightened himself up.

The little boy seemed a little hesitant, staring at the tree hole.The tree hole is like a big mouth of a beast, black and endless.

In the end, the boy followed in as the Gryffindor trio wished, and Cyril followed closely behind.

The Whomping Willow hole has a very small opening, but after entering it is a secret path that can accommodate an adult to walk freely in it, probably knowing that James and the others have malicious intentions, Cyril always felt that this dark path was full of dangers and restlessness.

Little Snape kept a distance of five meters from Padfoot in front, and walked forward slowly with his wand raised.

The path became narrower and narrower, and when it reached a node, Padfoot nimbly burrowed in. Little Snape hesitated for a moment, then followed suit with his wand raised.

After entering, the space instantly expanded, and the surrounding area looked like a cellar of a house, with yellow mottled earth walls, and dusty oak barrels piled up in the corners.A small staircase opened to one side of the cellar, and Padfoot had evidently climbed it.

Little Snape used his wand to light up the road ahead, and focused on the wooden staircase that went straight up. At the end of the staircase was a living wooden door, which was now closed and seemed to be all right.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from above.

Cyril felt that if he was in the form of a white fox now, the fur on his neck would be blown like a lion.

A strange sound suddenly came from behind the wooden door, like an animal's sharp claws scratching the door, digging and digging fiercely.The seemingly weak wooden door creaked and trembled, and sawdust and dust fell down.

Little Snape trembled in fright, and took a big step back.As an adult, Professor Snape was always moody and angry, and it was rare to see him with such rich facial expressions, but at times like this, Cyril would rather not see it.

The little Snape who was backing away was terribly frightened, and his already pale cheeks were even more blue. If Cyril could be seen now, he would definitely rush to grab the professor by the collar and tell him to hurry up. run.

Behind the wooden door, there was not only the sound of sharp claws scratching the door, but also the sound of heavy panting. Perhaps only a few seconds later, a wolf howl suddenly sounded, completely pushing the terrifying atmosphere in the cellar to its peak. The barking of dogs sounded like two wild beasts were fighting inside, and the scene above must be a mess.

Accompanied by the howling of wolves and the sound of fighting, the wooden door that had been in disrepair finally shattered.

This time there was no need for Cyril to grab his collar, little Snape seemed to be awakened finally, and ran out.

Even Cyril, who was an outsider, felt that he was about to be frightened, and his legs fell quickly, as if he would be torn apart in a second.

Little Snape was beside him and followed him in "speed of life and death", and the group of "perpetrators" brats disappeared completely, leaving only one sick person to fight against the werewolf.

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the open space behind him, and the panting sound of the beast became more and more obvious. The worst happened... The werewolf had already broken free from the wooden door.

Cyril felt his blood run cold.

Little Snape was still running with him, but the messy footsteps angered the irrational werewolf, and exposed the young boy as the target of the werewolf hunting.

The physical strength and speed of a werewolf are incomparable. If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the boy falls into the wolf's claws and is torn apart.

Cyril had already forgotten about the fact that the adult professor was alive and hadn't turned into a werewolf. At this moment, his mind was in a mess. The werewolf was getting closer and closer to them, and the exit of the Whomping Willow was closer to the light outside. in sight.

Just one step away!

The werewolf's stinky and damp breath had sprayed on the back of his neck, and Cyril suddenly stopped, mustering up all the courage in his body to force himself to turn around and face this terrifying monster.

This was the first time Cyril saw a live werewolf, and it was almost face-to-face.This werewolf didn't look as big as it was described in the textbook, like an immature.But even its small size doesn't make it less dangerous.

Its bloodshot eyes and sharp teeth all showed its ferocity.

Seeing the werewolf rushing towards him (little Snape behind him), Cyril closed his eyes in despair and covered his head with his hands.

At this moment, he suddenly had a very Gryffindor idea, if only he was an entity, he could at least help the professor block...

The little professor's scream did not appear, but the werewolf howled in pain.

Cyril slowly opened his left eye, was startled, and followed suit with his right eye.

In front of him, a stag as tall as a man appeared between him and the werewolf as if appearing out of thin air.The hard antlers pressed against the werewolf fiercely, and the hind hoof exerted force, forcing the powerful werewolf against the cave wall.The werewolf howled, trying to break free from the shackles, but the antlers were poking at its neck.

Little Snape gasped in horror, and almost crawled out of the tree hole.Cyril had no time to care about the strong stag, and climbed out together.

Feeling that he had almost saved his life, Cyril, who was weak in front and weak in feet, lay at the entrance of the cave, and in front of him was little Snape who was panting and desperately trying to run back.

Cyril stared blankly at the young man's staggering figure, his mind was in a daze and he hadn't recovered from just now.

"thump"

Little Snape knelt down on the ground exhausted, and ruthlessly grabbed the grass under his hands, but his body was so overwhelmed by the fever, he struggled twice, and finally slapped the ground exhausted.

"Get up! Run!"

Cyril cleaved his throat when he heard himself shout.

The position where little Snape fell now was definitely not safe, as long as the werewolf broke free from the stag's shackles.

Fortunately, Merlin seemed to have finally heard everyone's prayers and calls, and four adult wizards hurried over from the gate of the castle not far away.

Headmaster Dumbledore was the first to bear the brunt. The old man looked no different from ten years later, wearing a dark blue robe and holding a unique wand in his hand.

Cyril had never seen Headmaster Dumbledore in a serious state.The old wizard who was always smiling and blinking in his impression had a tense face at the moment, his mouth was drawn into a straight line under his beard, his blue eyes were full of frost, and he was not angry.

It was only then that Cyril belatedly remembered that this amiable old headmaster also had the prestigious title of "the greatest white wizard of our time".

At this moment, the old headmaster picked up little Snape who was lying on the ground, and handed him to Madam Pomfrey who was standing aside.

Dumbledore didn't ask any questions, but raised his wand and walked in the direction of the Whomping Willow without hesitation.Although he knew that no one here could see him, Cyril still moved his body to get out of the hole.

Professor Dumbledore did not know what kind of spell was cast, and the Whomping Willow suddenly swayed its branches as if it was alive again, but what was different from usual was that this time it did not harm anyone who approached it, but spontaneously He opened his own tree hole wider, and thoughtfully lifted all the branches that were in the way for the principal.

Cyril watched as Dumbledore walked swiftly to the front of the cave, cast another four or five silent magic spells in succession, the intense light exploded in the cave, and the dark secret passage was as bright as day in an instant, Cyril squinted The eyes look through the bright light to see what is inside.

A rope crawled in the air like a snake, and quickly approached the werewolf who lost his mind and was pushed against the wall, and tied the werewolf tightly.Then a burst of powdery werewolf shining golden light fell from the top of the werewolf's head, and all of them were sucked into the werewolf's body. The werewolf was trapped into a mummy, fell down unsteadily, and fell into a coma.

Dumbledore turns subduing a werewolf into a magical art show, and the mad werewolf becomes vulnerable to his own powerful magic combined with divine spells.Cyril stood aside and witnessed everything up close, feeling the shock of absolute power for the first time.

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Black, change back." Dumbledore said coldly, and by the way, the unconscious werewolf floated up.

Only then did Cyril realize that there was a big black dog beside the werewolf, but he didn't notice it because it was so messy and dark.

I saw the big black dog and the stag slowly stretching their bodies, turning into Padfoot and James.

Their hair was disheveled, their school robes were wrinkled and muddy, and their gray-eyed faces were painted.

The transformation of animals into living beings is rare even in the wizarding world.Cyril raised an eyebrow: It's not easy, these two Gryffindors who seem to have long brains to look tall turned out to be Animagus.Cyril thought of their animal images, and had to say, "Padfoot" was quite appropriate.

So what's James' nickname?Is it a big tree branch?

Cyril felt that he was being a bit mean, but he couldn't help but get angry. If the "big tree branch" hadn't stopped him at the last moment, the professors felt in time that the consequences would be really unimaginable.