Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

As Cyril expected, this scene didn't last long.In a blink of an eye, it was on the lawn of the Black Lake.

This time, Cyril didn't find the professor at first, but saw the Gryffindor trio, to be precise, the foursome, who had grown a lot taller, and the werewolf friends were also together.

"Dude, what's the matter with your face?" Sirius sneered at James' cat-scratched cheek.

James touched the painful scar, and grinned and complained: "Last night, I went to the Forbidden and Books section to look for map information. I met a snot in Yuanjia Road, so the two of us had a fight there."

"Tsk, why is he there in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

"I seem to be looking for some potion book, who knows? I was wearing an invisibility cloak and didn't want to make trouble with him, but I accidentally bumped into one of the cabinets. He was startled, and all kinds of messy spells greeted me. "

"So that's why you're like this?" Sirius looked at the "big tree branch" full of sympathy, it would have been better if the smile wasn't so obvious.

"No, I'm not a vegetarian either. To be fair, I took off the invisibility cloak and confronted him head-on." James made a knight's gesture and gestured arrogantly.

"So who wins?" Wormtail asked curiously.

James looked tangled: "Filch is here, so let's run away."

"It sounds obvious that the snotluck has the upper hand." Sirius whispered to Remus.

Remus nodded with a broad smile.

James ignored his brother's ridicule, he had more important things to do at the moment - not far away Lily came over, her red-haired goddess was chatting and walking this way with the annoying snot.

"Lily, come here! We brought sandwiches!" James turned into a gibbon, waving his arms excitedly.

Cyril had already approached the two people who were chatting for the first time, and his mind was full of questions that were almost scared away by the werewolf before: Are they in love? ? ?

However, what the two of them were talking about together was obviously not a topic that Cyril was interested in.

"I think the Ampulus effect is definitely not as magical as you said. Over the years, in countless potion books, there are only a few records."

"But as one of the four major effects, its existence and status are definitely meaningful. I think the reason why there are few records is because the power of ordinary potions is not that great, just like some magic spells. People who are related Casting spells on each other will definitely have an effect, and the reason why it's not obvious is that the spell itself is not powerful enough." Lily pinned her red hair behind her ears, and explained sternly.

The little Snape next to him was much taller, still white and thin, holding a book and walking beside Lily. When Lily was talking, he couldn't help but look sideways at the red-haired girl beside him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Seeing Snape's small movements, Cyril felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.Like drinking the lemon black tea provided for breakfast at Hogwarts, it is a bit sour and bitter.

"So, I think that point of view you put forward is too negative, what do you think?"

"Hmm... The Amprus effect book means that in the process of making some potions, the imprint belonging to the potion maker will be unconsciously produced. This kind of imprint can only be activated under special circumstances. For example, potion users and The producer had a strong blood relationship or a destined partner before." Little Snape turned his face away and repeated the original words in the textbook.

"And the effect can be pure induction or protection, all of which are positive." Lily blinked playfully and completed the rest of the content.

Snape didn't say anything to refute, although his expression was full of disdain for this effect.

"Destined mate, how do you find a destined mate..." Lily didn't care about Snape's expression, and was immersed in her own small world.

"There will be." Little Snape looked away dryly. At this time, James, the gibbon on the lawn of the Black Lake, was calling his goddess, which made the two boys and girls who were talking frowned.

The speed of things was a little unpredictable, and Cyril didn't know when he was distracted, but Lily's scream made him jump.

The two of them who were standing on each other's sides just now had already fought, and the spells flew in the air, causing quite a commotion on the lawn of the Black Lake.

Cyril reflected for a second, he might have been distracted by the way little Snape was peeping at Lily just now, the boy is now at the age of first love, with such a beautiful and lovely friend by his side, who treats him very well, it is inevitable that he will Be excited...

"Say it again if you have the ability!" It was young Snape's voice, sharper than usual.

"I said you toad wants to eat swan meat! Don't say it once, I can say it a hundred times, snot-nosed!" James' voice was not too much.

"The front tooth race is great! There are many obstacles! Tarantella dance!" Little Snape threw three spells in a row angrily.

James dodged in a panic, and Cyril felt that the skill of "Big Branch" definitely belonged to the Quidditch team, and the way of dodging spells was no different from that of dodging Quaffles.

But the classmates behind him were not so lucky. A "tarantella dance" hit Peter Petruu who was trying to escape, and the little boy immediately began to wriggle wildly with his feet on the dance steps.

"Damn it! Grinning! Stop dead leg! Stop dead leg!" James repeated the leg-locking spell while dodging.

"The fire is hot!" Snape hid behind a tree, leaned out half of his body and cast another spell.The two of you come and go, and more and more students around you suffer.

"Fuchsia!" Suddenly, a spell appeared diagonally from behind and hit the little Snape who was casting the spell.

Cyril watched little Snape pause for a moment, and then, as if in slow motion, an invisible force caused him to be lifted up by one foot out of thin air.The voluminous black robe instantly covered Snape's head from below, probably because of the summer, Snape wore only a pair of boxers with his bare legs, revealing two extremely thin white legs.

Everything happened so fast that Cyril had no time to tell whether the spell caster diagonally behind was James or Sirius.Just like that, little Snape was covered by the fallen school robe, unable to see anything, struggling in mid-air, and a furious voice came out of the robe.

"Potter! You scumbag! How dare you! How dare you steal my spell!!!"

Cyril stood at the nearest place to the professor at a loss, watching him struggling and screaming helplessly, but he couldn't do anything, not to mention that he had never heard of this spell, even if he had, as a bystander Also powerless.

"How about a snot? It doesn't feel good to be defeated by your own spell! Look at his boxers!" James appeared from behind another tree, proudly holding a wand flower, and slowly approached the struggling man in midair. snape.

Cyril stood aside nervously, his nose sore for a while.The person he admires the most is being insulted and bullied. This feeling is more difficult for him to accept than scolding himself.

"That's enough Potter! Put him down quickly! If you do this again, I'm going to find the professor." Lily rushed over in a panic, scolding her classmates sharply.

"You still want to speak for him when he's like this? Can't you see Lily? He has bad intentions for you!" James lost his momentum for an instant, but he still didn't forget to persuade his favorite witch.

"Shut up, Potter! The spell stops! Why didn't it work? What spell did you use?!" Lily's emerald eyes almost burst into flames, and she glared at Potter ferociously.

"It's useless, this needs a special spell, Lily, I advise you to stay away from him, you come to see his pants, is this the person???" James folded his arms unmoved.

Hearing this sentence, Cyril felt that he wanted to directly Avada the "big tree branch" in front of him.

Because of poor family conditions, the professor hardly has any decent clothes, and even half of his clothes before school are remade from his mother's old shirts.The boxer pants he was wearing at this moment should have been white, but due to time and poor quality, the original color could no longer be washed, and it was gray.

Originally, Cyril didn't have the heart to look at the image of little Snape carefully, but he had to watch the hanging professor being humiliated again and again because of the "big tree branch".Tears fell silently down the corners of his eyes.The boy felt that in the professor's memory he had shed all the tears he had accumulated since coming to Hogwarts.

Cyril was like this, and so were the students around him. Everyone pointed at the boy who was hung upside down because of James' words, and their buzzing voices almost overwhelmed the roar of the person involved.

If only an adult could show up and stop this...

This time Merlin didn't hear the prayer from Cyril more than ten years later.