Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Benny and his party entered from the bar between the record store and the bookstore on the corner of Charing Cross.

Cyril didn't realize it was a bar at first, because there was only a rusty iron cauldron hanging on the dilapidated and dark doorway, and a line of inconspicuous "LeakyCauldron" was suspended on the cauldron, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a high-risk architecture.

It needs a red paintbrush to put it in the country, write "demolition" and then draw a circle, it will be very harmonious...

Moreover, in Cyril's limited vocabulary, only the place where Bar is directly written is the real bar, and he just doesn't know any of these two words.

So when the old bartender invited his father and grandfather to have a drink, Cyril was taken aback.

There are quite a lot of people in this little "fly house"!

Looking at the hunched old man with a shriveled face, the dirty rag and the opaque glass in his hands, Cyril's young mind had one more comment on his father's "Wizard World": a bit unhygienic .

Comrade Lao Ben must have come to China to join Ma Ma because the British wizarding world was too backward, and he must treat Dad better in the future.Cyril was full of sympathy for her father.

"What a rare visitor, look who this is? I thought I would never see the McLean family again. I heard that you have gone to a distant and mysterious eastern country. The old McLean couple has traveled far away." The old bartender muttered endlessly , the eyes are a little malicious.

"Children will come back when they go to school. Every wizard should not miss Hogwarts... Shouldn't it? Some things have changed... Some things will never change... It seems that you are doing well, old Tom. How is the weather lately?" Sample?"

Benny's chin was raised slightly, his tone and pronunciation were arrogant and careless that Cyril had never seen before, his voice was drawn out, and his expression appeared lazy.

I don't know if it's an illusion, it seems that the attitude is a little contemptuous? ? ?

It's hard to imagine that this man is still frying eggs in a floral apron in the morning!

Cyril looked back at the gentle and elegant Ms. Lin Jiu, and saw that her mother was curiously looking at the wooden board on the wall of the tavern with her grandparents. .No one noticed Dad's transformation, except himself!

Really sad.

Cyril had never seen such a dad in 11 years, and he looked like a big greasy villain.

The bartender known as Old Tom took a deep look at "Villain Benny" and was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, he sighed slowly, put the glass that he had been wiping in his hand on the table in slow motion, turned around and took a small glass of smoking wine, bowed his head (it seemed that he was already deformed) The body is even more stooped), the palm of the hand gestured gracefully upwards, and the tone became unprecedentedly humble:

"Honorable Mr. McLean, the weather in London is as rainy as ever and there is no sunshine, but... it is better than a few years ago. Welcome back, take it lightly."

Benny took off one of the gloves (Syril was surprised to find that his father had put on the glove quietly at some point), slowly picked up the small wine glass on the table, drank it, and put the glass back on the bar .

Raising one eyebrow lightly, the tone of the villain was still the same:

"The wine you mix is ​​the same as always, see you later."

"It's my honor, I wish the young master a happy school."

Old Tom didn't stand up until Cyril was taken away by his father. The people in the bar were very quiet from the covert observation just now, and then returned to whispering.

Tsk!The magical and incomprehensible magic world.

Diagon Alley was still the same Diagon Alley, the bright and convivial atmosphere was in stark contrast to the bar just now.

Maybe school hasn't started yet, and there are more adults on the road.Cyril was dragged away by Benny, stepping on the cobblestones under his feet, looking at the lively and strange shops on both sides, his eyes were full of novelty.

"Benny, is that dead bat hanging on a string?"

"It's a live bat, my son." As if to confirm his words, one of the bats hung upside down, shook its wings, wrapped itself up and stopped still.

"Benny, what's Brara's house?"

"Sells decorations."

"Benny..."

"Don't open your mouth in a hurry, pay attention to the road under your feet, don't wrestle my child."

……

"Where shall we go first?"

"Go to Gringotts first."

"What is Grange?"

"Gringotts is not Grunge. Merlin's socks! You have a Scotch accent, and it's a bank... Where's your grandfather?"

"They entered the shop where the bat was hanging just now..."

Benny looked back at the small shop that was hundreds of meters away from the entrance of Diagon Alley and they could hardly see clearly, feeling a little helpless.

"Why didn't you remind me to wait for them just now?"

"I want to say, you tell me to walk obediently and not fall..."

...I really wronged you, child... Benny rolled his eyes to the sky, which is not aristocratic.

After Benny and Cyril brought back their lagging grandfather, grandmother, and mother, they had several more packets of potion ingredients in their hands.

In the words of my grandfather, being idle at home is also idle recently, why not study the medicinal herbs of the foreign mages for any merits.

Gringotts is at the end of Diagon Alley, standing in front of the gleaming bronze gate under the crooked white building, Cyril stared intently at the goblin guard in the scarlet gold-encrusted uniform at the gate, unable to move footsteps.

"What are they, Benny?" Cyril asked Dad in a low voice.

"They are goblins, don't stare at them like this, they are not friendly...not polite." Benny took his son to answer in Chinese, and pushed open the first door.

The second door of Gringotts is silver, with a few lines of cursive characters engraved on the door. Cyril took his father's hand and fell behind, trying to read the words on the door in a low voice.

Benny stopped patiently. Considering his son's English learning, he led him to the side where the door was not blocked and carefully explained to him:

"Enter, stranger, buttake heed.

Ofwhatawaitsthesinofgreed,

Forthose who take, but do note,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

Soifyousseekbeneathourfloors,

Atreasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware.

Offinding more than treasure there.”

"So do these words contain some kind of words or curses, anti-theft or something?"

"Gringotts isn't the safest bank because of the words, there are dragons watching over the ground. And we call the formulas spells here, baby."

Benny laughed at his son's words, and stroked his curly head.

Several people walked through the second silver door and entered the spacious marble hall. There were about a hundred goblins in the same clothes as the door, sitting behind the long counter. Some use eyepieces to detect gemstones.

"Put something in the McLean vault, and open a separate account for this little gentleman." Benny stood in front of one of the counters, pulled his son in front of him, and put his hands on his shoulders, with the same tone. The bar is so arrogant.

At their feet was the "Starry·Starry noble suitcase".

Cyril felt that Dad was infected with a mental illness called split personality.Treat it early.

The goblin behind the counter adjusted his thin-rimmed glasses with gold chains, slowly stood up and looked down at Cyril with sharp eyes.Then he sat down slowly, stared into Benny's eyes, and said with a long voice:

"Of course, our pleasure...but first show me the key, sir."

Its voice is not shrill, on the contrary very deep.A mouth reveals a mouthful of small, sharp teeth.

It must hurt to be bitten... Cyril continued to lose her mind.