Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, you, you really... come with me!"

Professor McGonagall, who was already standing next to Dumbledore, was wrapped in a brick-red dressing gown, pointing at the two boys with trembling lips, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time, and turned into a Whomping Willow.

"Oh, I think the children in our academy are not in a good condition. Let's all go to the medical wing first!" A chubby wizard that Cyril had never seen before spoke slowly, twirling his mustache, and fixed his eyes on him. Looking at the unconscious werewolf suspended in mid-air.

"So, Bobby?" Dumbledore manipulated his wand and looked at the doctor who was giving Snape emergency treatment not far away.

"There is no one in the medical wing tonight, except for this patient who should have been asleep." Madam Pomfrey understood, and glared at Snape under her hand angrily.

"That's great, I think the children are terrified." Dumbledore led the werewolf to the castle first, followed by a group of wizards.

"Hi, where did you go just now? I thought James was still looking for you just now."

"I... I was too scared just now, Remus suddenly knocked open the door of the back room, I just... went straight to the headmaster."

It was only then that Cyril realized that there was another person behind Madam Pomfrey, the thin boy huddled on the far side, explaining his whereabouts to his partner in a low voice.

"If you want me to say, you don't need to call the professor and we can solve it here." Padfoot muttered.

"Shut up! Mr. Black. Don't you think the trouble is not big enough?" Professor McGonagall snapped unbearably.

The gray-eyed boy shrank his neck, not daring to make a sound.

Cyril followed beside him, watching coldly that the "big tree branch" next to him lightly bumped into the shoulder of "Padfoot", and the two exchanged silently with each other winking.

A group of people entered the medical wing, and Dumbledore first opened up a closed space and placed the werewolf in it.Pomfrey directed a group of bottles and cans to line up and fly out of the medicine cabinet, silently treating the injured students.

"Bobby, after the treatment is over, I want to say a few words to these young gentlemen." Dumbledore conjured up three high-back chairs, and sat down with the two professors himself.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, as if she didn't agree with taking up the patient's rest and recovery time.But when he saw the three Gryffindor children sitting on the other bed, and thought of the werewolf who was still in a coma, he fell silent without any objection.

The older female doctor had excellent medical skills, and within a short while he cured all the injuries on the four children (the little Wormtail was actually not injured much), and finally left two bottles of strangely colored potions on little Snape's bedside table. Potion, told him to drink it before going to bed and left.

Dumbledore took out his wand, made a closed partition, and signaled for the conversation to officially begin.

Potter, Black, and Petro stood on one side, and Snape sat on the other side, half leaning against the head of the bed due to his physical condition.

"So, who will start first?" Dumbledore said lightly, without expression.

"We just want to help Professor Remus." James spoke first, with a righteous look on his face.

"How to help? Animagus?"

"They even secretly learned Animagus themselves!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, with a shocked expression on his face.It seems that he really wants to pack the three bears from his academy in front of him and send them home with owls.

"Take it easy...let them continue, Minerva." Dumbledore folded his hands and lifted his chin.

"Because James found out that we won't be bitten in the Animagus state, we just feel that Remus is very uncomfortable every time he comes to this time, and being a good friend to accompany him is the only thing we can do."

"Interesting discovery, but not absolutely safe. How long have you been with this?"

"It started after I learned Animagus in the first half of the school year..." James answered while scratching his messy hair like a bird's nest.

Cyril found that little Snape's expression was blank the whole time, sitting on the edge of the bed with his mouth tightly shut, and he didn't intend to join in the speech.

"So, you have been like this for at least 5 months, so can I know why Mr. Snape is here?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the silent and pale boy.

"I saw it from the window of the medical wing, so I followed it." Snape's explanation was concise and to the point.

Dumbledore nodded, indicating that he understood.

The old wizard turned to the three bear children of Gryffindor again, and spoke slowly:

"The actions of you guys tonight have violated at least 12 school rules, including reading books you don't have permission to see, practicing high-risk magic without permission, damaging school property, going out at night many times, trespassing in the forbidden forest, and not running on time Leaving the school...Of course, I think Mr. Snape also has a part in the night excursion. When you see something outside the window, the correct way is: you should inform the school teacher at the first time instead of following it yourself."

Snape nodded wordlessly, with a look of reluctance to say more.

"So, what's your question?"

"Professor, we are wrong for night tours and training Animagus, but what is destroying school property and leaving school?" "Big Tree Branch" looked confused.

"The Whomping Willow whose branches and leaves were knocked off by you was specially transplanted by the school the year you entered school. It is a very precious plant. It took a lot of effort for Hagrid to take care of it. Also, the Whomping Willow It leads directly to the outside of the school, it is very dangerous, don't tell me that you don't know after half a semester."

"..." The trio who couldn't refute.

"Since there are no doubts, let's talk about how to deal with it." Dumbledore lowered his arms, sat up a bit, and said with a serious expression.

"10 points from Slytherin for night walks. 100 points from Gryffindor for breaking multiple school rules."

Cyril saw that James and the others stiffened their backs and looked dull, not daring to look back at the head of Gryffindor who was sitting aside.

"Everyone." Dumbledore added indisputably, staring into the students' eyes.

The expressions on the faces of the Gryffindor trio directly shattered.Cyril thought about the usual situation, and felt that Gryffindor's gems might not be enough to buckle at all.

But even if the gems are deducted, what is the use?

Sure enough, Dumbledore has more to say.

"Mr. Porter, Mr. Black, and Mr. Petru have served until the end of the fourth grade. I will send a letter to your family as a notification. Besides... I hope that no one else will know what happened tonight." Dumbledore Lido's blue eyes watched each student through half-moon lenses until he was sure they all nodded.

"So Mr. Potter, do you have anything else to say?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." The big tree branch was completely wilted, and he shook his head slightly.

Headmaster Dumbledore tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his finger, was silent for a few seconds, thought for a while and continued to speak:

"I think you may not have figured it out yet. The person you should really say sorry to is definitely not me."

The old headmaster with white beard has been very serious tonight, especially when he said this.James is just a 13-year-old boy at the moment, obviously frightened, and he and his friends are looking up in disbelief at the loving old principal whom he admires the most.

"The ones you should really feel sorry for are the classmates who sat across from you, the friends who were lying there, the dean who was called up in the middle of the night, and the Gryffindors who saw the bottom of the gem when they woke up tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again, and picked up the teacup that appeared at some point.

"There must always be a limit to joking. You are already 13 years old. You should be able to discern this kind of joke that may be life-threatening. If we don't arrive in time, Snape and each of you may be killed." The angry werewolf was torn apart, or bitten... You all have seen what happened to Mr. Lupine. I don't need me to describe how painful it is for an innocent person to become a werewolf. And, as your friend, What will Mr. Lupine think when he wakes up tomorrow morning and realizes that his best friend has set himself out as a monster to scare the other students?"

The Gryffindor trio stood blankly opposite the principal, shocked by the principal's words, and remained silent for a long time.

"Think about it for yourself." Dumbledore stood up, and the two deans followed suit.

"Professor Dumbledore." The young Slytherin who hadn't spoken all this time suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the old headmaster who was about to leave.

"Yes, Mr. Snape?"

"Why are there werewolves in the school?"

"..."

A simple question froze the air in the entire medical wing.

The black-haired boy didn't seem to care about his own problems, and the conversation that could have ended returned to the starting point in an instant. He just raised his head stubbornly, stared at his principal with obsidian-like eyes, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"I think... every little wizard with magical powers should not be abandoned by Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied word by word.

"Even if it might bring danger to other students?"

Cyril felt that his heart, which had finally calmed down, was grabbed again, but he didn't realize that the professor was also an upright boy...

"It is my duty as the principal to protect the rights of every teacher and student from being violated." Dumbledore replied softly, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Then I have no problem. I will keep the matter private. Thank you, Professor."

A pair of immature and stubborn obsidian eyes and azure blue eyes with starlight looked at each other for a moment, and everything returned to calm.

Cyril sat beside Snape's bed, watching the young boy lay down slowly, with his dark eyes wide open, he didn't know what to think.

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Since I opened the memory section, I found that I no longer have to worry about what the title is called...