Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Little Snape had been hung upside down from the tree for more than 5 minutes, and more and more people watched.

At this time, the red-haired Lily rushed to James like a female warrior, pushed him hard, and poked his wand on James' neck.

"Undo the curse, NOW!" Lily yelled hysterically.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Sirius and Lu Ping walked up to their good brothers and tried to persuade them to fight in a low voice.Although the boys are young and energetic, they don't want to invite the teacher to cause trouble for themselves.

James stared blankly at the head of the willow wand on his neck, and hurt flashed in his brown eyes.

"Lily, are you pointing your wand at me for such a slovenly, sinister, unscrupulous, greasy snot?" James asked slowly and softly.

"Undo the curse." Lily's eyes flashed, and the emerald eyes flashed, and she insisted on every word.

"Then... as you wish. Snotty, remember! This is Lily who saved you!" James stared at Lily for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head and shouted at the little Snape who was hanging in mid-air road.

The little Snape hanging on the tree was motionless, like a discarded marionette, even if he was yelled at by his opponent, he seemed dead.

"The golden clock hits the ground."

Accompanied by the incantation, little Snape fell in response to the sound, a black flower bulged in the wind in his baggy school uniform, and fell back to the ground heavily with a whistling sound.

Cyril stood by the side blankly, watching all this happen, the first thought that popped up in his mind was that the professor's fall must have hurt.

Lily immediately let go of her wand and rushed over.I want to help my friends who are in distress on the ground.

Little Snape got up slowly and expressionlessly, and gently blocked the red-haired girl's hand.

"Severus...you..."

"I'm fine." Little Snape interrupted coldly with a hoarse voice.

"Do you want to go to the infirmary..." Lily bit her lower lip helplessly.

"Need not."

Little Snape picked up the black birch wand on the ground, and stood up with a twisted posture.He adjusted his standing posture, and after straightening his back, the muscles on his face trembled convulsively.

Cyril stuck next to the boy and watched carefully.

The little professor seems to have sprained his foot, or his leg cramped...

"Lily, look at his attitude! Come to my side." James also had a hard time on his face, and still called out without giving up.

"Shut up, Potter! It's all your fault!" Lily yelled viciously, turning her head.

"Ha! It's all my fault?! I really don't understand what you think, such a wretched person... ah!"

James' words were hit hard by a glowing red spell, and the power of the spell instantly hit the tree trunk behind him, and the leaves on the tree rustled to the ground.

Little Snape twisted his face and held up his wand, as if he wanted to continue casting spells, when Lily stood in front of him.

"You can't attack Severus anymore! You stop too!"

"Don't worry about it, get out of the way of Lily." Little Snape's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and black clouds rolled in his black eyes, brewing monstrous anger.

"No, you can't!" Lily's stubbornness also came up, like a little red-haired lion, standing motionless in front of little Snape.

"I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

"I'll say it again, listen to my advice, put down the magic wand!"

The two confronted each other silently. This was the first time they pointed their wands at each other.

The onlookers at the scene gradually quieted down, and the students who had been watching the excitement just now were infected by the atmosphere of the scene and did not even dare to breathe loudly.

James was helped up by his partner, and the Gryffindor quartet all raised their wands and stood behind James.

Snape turned his eyes, stared at the five wands pointing at him one by one, curled his lips mockingly, and finally took a deep look at the girl he loved in front of him: "Leave me alone, Mudblood."

A light sentence, but like a drop of water thrown into the frying pan.

The calmness of everyone on the scene was blown away.

"Wow!"

The surroundings exploded in an instant, and James jumped out first, regardless of his aching body, looking like he was going to fight little Snape to the death.

"Snotling, how dare you...how dare you say that word..."

Lily stood in the middle of the lawn in a daze, unable to recover.

She slowly put down the wand in her hand, the blood on her face faded, her pale pink lips moved her jaw for a long time, and she said tremblingly: "You...what did you call me?"

Little Snape also put down his wand, without saying a word, with a blank expression on his face, bent down awkwardly, and picked up the books on the ground one by one, as if picking up his own scattered dignity.

Eventually, he limped and turned away.

Seeing her best childhood playmate leave without looking back, Lily's big emerald eyes filled with tears instantly, facing the young boy's slender back, she said hoarsely, "Snape! We break off friendship! We break off friendship forever!"

After Lily yelled the last two words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and finally leaned on her best friend who had heard the news, crying bitterly.

As if he didn't hear it, little Snape walked slowly and step by step towards the man's Hogwarts castle, away from the bright Black Lake lawn in the afternoon and everyone living on the Black Lake lawn.

"Bones to pieces!" A glowing red curse shot straight at the boy's back.

The boy walking back raised his wand and hurled a spell back without looking back.A silver spell and a red spell collided in the air, and the bright light scattered for a while, and a huge cracking sound exploded above the students' heads, like a gorgeous firework blooming in midair, fleeting.

After the brilliance, there is only a piece of ashes of magic particles after the collision of strong magic power, which is gray and slowly drifts away with the wind.

Cyril didn't chase after him, he thought maybe the little professor at this moment would prefer to be alone, even if he couldn't see himself.

He himself knew the idea was silly.

Cyril actually understood little Snape's approach. What a person with such strong self-esteem needs at this time is not comfort, but a space where no one can find himself and can be completely alone.

He wanted to lick the wound silently by himself until the bloody wound scabbed and fell off.

But he couldn't help feeling sorry for such a little professor, what kind of mood he was in, so that he could resolutely tear the love buried in his heart to pieces with his own hands.

Cyril watched little Snape drifting away, and the picture in front of him gradually blurred.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a very dark and chaotic scene.Time seemed to be pushed back many years, and Snape, who was already a young man, walked quickly on a dark stone road.There are many houses on both sides, and it is dark. I don’t know if it is a cloudy day or this memory itself is gloomy. In short, it is very different from the tone of the campus life memory, and it is very depressing.

Cyril trotted behind him, looking around from time to time.

The young Snape was wearing a black wizard robe, and he had grown a bit taller. He looked about the same height as he was now. He was still very thin, with one or two locks of black hair occasionally protruding from under the hood.The young man was very cautious, looked back and forth from time to time, turned into a small intersection, and lightly knocked on the inconspicuous black wooden door three times.

The black wooden door slowly opened a crack, and the young Snape stepped inside.

This is a tavern, smaller than the Leaky Cauldron, but in terms of decoration style and cleanliness, the two pubs can compete with each other.

Presumably this is a strange tradition for wizards?The boy who calmed down a little bit complained inwardly.

The young Snape passed through the scattered small wooden tables without looking sideways, nodded to the bartender, then went upstairs and turned into a small room.

A wizard with platinum blonde hair was already sitting inside. The wizard's facial features were very delicate, and he was holding a scepter in both hands.Seeing Snape come in, he nodded reservedly.

"It's 3 minutes late, my dear junior. I hope my wait was worth it." The platinum-blonde hair opened his mouth, and by the way, he locked the door at the back and released a dozen of various secrecy spells.

Cyril felt that the voice of this strange wizard was very familiar.Sounds exactly the same as Benny's chin-throwing, greasy villain from his first-year trip to Diagon Alley!Although Benny emphasized that it was called an aria.

"A little trouble on the way. Here is the thing, my lord..." The young Snape took out a potion box.

"Put it there, thank you for your hard work. The Lord has noticed you, and he even... looks forward to your graduation." Platinum handed a cup of tequila to the black-haired junior opposite.

"My pleasure."

Cyril noticed that the young Snape's right hand trembled convulsively, his obsidian eyes burst into an indescribable light, and his low voice was trembling undetectably.

This memory is very short, and the picture goes to Spider's End Alley in a blink of an eye.It looks like the layout here is almost the same as it is now. The old furniture and daily necessities are gone, leaving only a sofa that looks very ugly to Cyril. The light is very dim, and the curtains are closed, only opened once. a small lamp.

Cyril was a little surprised by the image of the young Snape. He looked like he hadn't slept for a long time, with heavy bags under his eyes, his obsidian eyes were clouded, and there was still stubble on his chin, making him very haggard.At the moment he is writing a letter, writing on and off, tearing up and rewriting from time to time.

Cyril stood beside him looking at the letter paper on the table.It is Professor Snape's current handwriting, sharp and vigorous.

The youth wrote too fast, even a little messy.So that Cyril only had time to see some clips.

"Senior, you don't want to come back anytime soon. I saw Regulus at the party a few days ago, the youngest son of the Black family, who is still in the sixth grade..."

"My lord's mood is very unstable recently, and the amount of medicine taken has increased..."

"The subordinates gathered a group of mobs to wantonly kill Muggles and Muggle wizards..."

"Lily is married."

What is abrupt is the last sentence, which has only three words.But a few pauses allowed the ink on the quill to almost smear the entire parchment.