Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Professor Sprout looked back with red eyes, just in time to see Principal Dumbledore who had rushed back.Behind him were Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey who came back in a hurry.

Professor McGonagall took two steps forward with difficulty, patted Professor Sprout on the shoulder comfortingly, the corners of his lips were straightened, his brown eyes were wide open, and he muttered comfortingly: "It'll be fine, the students are all back in the common room, nothing will happen..."

"Oh, Minerva! Severus said there might be a student in it who wasn't in third year, it's horrible..."

"Albus, is there any way for us to go in and help her?" Professor McGonagall asked the principal beside him softly, with trembling lips.

"At present, it seems that the magic power here is out of balance. We can only let Severus bring out the wounded first. Otherwise, every action we make may bring immeasurable and terrible consequences..." The white-bearded headmaster replied solemnly.

……

Step by step, Snape stepped on the debris all over the floor, and got into this place that was once known as the Room of Requirement through a hole in the wall.

There are gravel and sawdust under his feet, and stepping on it is like stepping on his own broken heart. The words "full of devastation" are hard for him to describe the scene in front of him.

The room seemed to have experienced the most ferocious tornado or a huge magic riot, and everything was smashed to pieces.

"Ding", a piece of metal was kicked under his feet.

Snape recognized it as part of a copper cauldron, and not far from the fragment was a half scale and a twisted silver knife.

It was indeed a potion experiment.

This realization chilled the wizard's heart more than half.

As a potion master, he fully understands the unpredictable and tragic consequences of a failed potion experiment.

Carefully picked up the half piece of unburned parchment next to the knife, familiar handwriting, familiar formula.

"Processed Sansevieria Root... 12 oz Beetle Eyes..."

"The second dose of Balin Potion..."

Snape murmured, his voice was dry, and every time he said a word, his throat felt as if it was being cut by a blade.It was as if being strangled by an invisible hand, unprecedentedly hoarse.

All the clues revealed to him the result he least wanted to see...

and so……

Where is Cyril? !

It was as if all the air had been sucked out at once, and Snape felt it was difficult to breathe.

Snape was stunned for a few seconds holding the parchment, then suddenly dropped the things in his hands, and frantically began to dig through the ruins with his bare hands.

When was the last time you felt like you were gutted?

—Godric's Hollow, Potter House.

At that time, he stepped up the stairs and walked softly to the end of the corridor, and saw Lily lying on the ground as if asleep, her red hair scattered like a seductive rose blooming on the lifeless floor.

No!At this moment, he is ten thousand times more heart-piercing than Godric's Hollow!

In Godric's Hollow, he felt empty, as if his soul had been sucked out, and there was nothing worse than death.

But now he knows that the most painful thing is not to lose a person's entire soul, but to tear the soul in the body apart, and then smash it into pieces.

The soul is broken and scattered in the body. Seeing it is in front of you but can never be recovered, it is more desperate than losing it.

Lily had never belonged to him, he had always known it.It's like looking up at a tall fruit tree, the reddest and largest fruit on the top of the tree - beautiful but untouchable.

At that time, he would be happy for a long time if he could forget a glance every day, which was a luxury.

However, Cyril is different, that little monster-like boy is the one he has always held in his palm and carefully cared for.

Watching him grow up, watching him be naughty, watching him slowly change from a brat to a little calm...

No matter green or young, it is a small fruit cultivated by himself.

From Cyril, he felt for the first time the true meaning of being a teacher and education.

He himself couldn't explain how this relationship was established, which was deeper than the relationship between master and student, and narrower than that between father and son.

But it is undeniable that this little fruit also admires and gets close to himself from the bottom of his heart, and he is also willing to give him as much attention and love as he can during this period of days that may end at any time, to cover up Keep out the wind and rain and watch him grow.

But why hasn't he changed?Especially as a boring guy who has never known what it means to be likable.

Now he throws his little fruit away with his own hands...

"Syril!" The rough voice slid through the dead silence in the room.

This was the first time Snape called the brat's name to his face, but unfortunately he didn't get any response.

The magic fluctuations in the space were still violently oscillating. Only then did the wizard with bloody fingers remember the wand he had thrown aside. He picked it up tremblingly, and cast a floating spell tentatively, trying to remove a large piece of magic wand in front of him. obstacle.

The slight fluctuation of magic was like a fuse, which instantly detonated a corner of the room, and the wizard barely escaped on the ground.

Yes.In such a place where the magic elements are rich and the magic fluctuates violently, a slight change in the magic will break the precarious balance.Snape gently wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and put away his wand.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.This is full of obstacles, and manual digging is definitely not a good choice.

One thing he has been ignoring is why he can feel that Cyril is in danger from his soul.

A faint wave of familiar magic power suddenly caught Snape's attention in the frenzied environment. The wizard opened his bloodshot eyes, stared fixedly at a corner, jumped up and rushed over.

In the half of the hill that looked like sofas and coffee tables, Snape began to move without hesitation.

Cold sweat covered the wizard's forehead, the white shirt had long lost its original appearance, and the trousers were torn. Since he was in school, he has never been in such a mess.

After removing a large piece of wood from the experimental table, the wizard finally saw a corner of the fabric that was suspected to be a school uniform.Hope is at hand!Snape hastened his movements tirelessly.

Only the last piece left!The wizard cheered himself up, and gently moved the debris away...

then……

The wizard was terribly stunned.

In the vacated space, there are piles of tattered rags and school uniforms.

All that could be recognized was a crumpled school uniform gown.

The wizard threw himself to the ground as if he lost his strength, his eyes glazed over.

What about Cyril?He clearly felt that it was here...

"Chi -" a small scream interrupted the wizard's contemplation.

A white fluffy pointed head slowly emerged from under the school uniform robe, with a piece of shirt cloth on the tip of its nose.

Snape's bloodshot black eyes were slowly stained with tears, he reached out tremblingly, and carefully picked up the little white beast.

The little white fox has two big pointed ears, with a little beige fluff on the tips of the ears, and the eyes of the young little fox are round, familiar gray-green.Sniffing in Snape's hand, he no longer struggled anxiously, but opened his mouth and yawned, revealing the pointed canine teeth inside, and stretched out a pink tongue to lick the tip of his black nose , slowly narrowed his eyes, and stopped moving just as Snape was holding him up, with a cute face.

Snape chuckled and coughed, buried his face in the little fox's thick white fur, and wiped the overflowing tears on the fur.

At that moment, Snape felt that the hole in his soul that had been torn out was filled.

When the ragged wizard walked out of the Response Room with a small white beast in his arms, the wizards outside all heaved a sigh of relief.

"Severus, it's really good of you to bring him out safely." Dumbledore raised his wand with a look of relief, and cast a partial isolation spell on the Room of Requirement, which was still fluctuating violently.

"This is... Animagus?" Professor Flitwick adjusted his glasses, and glanced uncertainly at the small animal that had fallen asleep in Snape's arms.

"It doesn't look like it." Minerva replied rigorously, seeming to want to get closer to the little animal.

Snape tilted his body indistinctly, without making a sound.

"Oh, okay. I think you need this." The kind-hearted witch didn't mind Snape's dodge, and conjured up a woolen blanket, and handed it to her colleague.

"Thank you." Snape replied hoarsely, feeling his throat was on fire.

Pomfrey came over and began to silently give Snape and the "little beast" in his hand a physical examination and simple treatment.

"I think this explosion is not as simple as I thought before." Dumbledore, who had been manipulating the spell, suddenly said, attracting everyone's attention.

The elder white wizard quickly shook the elder wand in his hand, circles of magic power radiated golden light and gathered closer to the Room of Response, the broken walls were turned into powder layer by layer under the powerful magic, and gathered again .

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly grabbed the air with his left hand, and a dusty crown appeared in his hand out of thin air.

To be exact, it was suspended in his hand.

In the old wizard's palm, it spun around quickly, throwing out a circle of dark black metallic afterimages.

"Oh! This is black magic!" Professor Fei Liwei exclaimed.

Professor Dumbledore nodded slightly, his hands kept moving.After leaving the crown, the Room of Response seemed to have finally been drained of all its magic power, and it collapsed in an instant.

Several professors gasped and took a step back.

Dumbledore tried a few more spells, finally shaking his head regretfully.The entire collapsed room was closed and turned into a solid wall.

"Unfortunately... It seems that the Response Room can't be repaired for the time being..." Dumbledore raised his lower lip, and the corners of his mouth sank, making a regretful expression, his blue eyes dimmed.

"Then let's settle the few things at hand now!" The old wizard tried hard to regain his lively tone and broke the silence.

"Bobby, can I trouble you to come to the principal's office, I think our client may still need you..."

"Ok."