Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Professor Snape, who got up at 6 o'clock in the morning, missed his breakfast, and was almost late for the Advanced Potions class.

It sounded unbelievable, but when Snape rushed to the classroom with great power, the class bell just rang.

Snape tried his best to calm down his breathing, pulled the white fox out of the wide pocket of his robe and threw it on the desk, and told the students in the audience that their task this morning was to make a love potion.The seventh-grade students who are about to graduate have actually completed NEWT, and they are here just out of interest.

Snape couldn't believe how much trouble he had caused himself this morning with a not-so-slack move last night!

On the most beautiful morning of the day, his original state is to drink a cup of clean coffee, read a book for a while or finish a potion.

But just now, he spent two full hours grooming a troublesome fox who knows nothing about his heights!

manual!get the comb!comb!hair!

Even though he was standing on the podium expressionlessly now, the wizard couldn't help grinding his back molars when he remembered what happened in the morning.

The wizard completely forgot that many days ago he was still praising Cyril's beautiful fur with Ms. Lin Jiu, and now he was full of sinister thoughts about whether to shave this little monster bald.

snort!Don't leave anything on the tail!

So fluffy, cute, and cute are all the illusions of these hairy creatures, and hidden under the thick fur are endless troubles and disasters!

Cyril, who was squatting on the table, was in tears. He felt that he had lost at least dozens of precious white fox hairs, and it was so painful that he was pulled out. The professor didn't even let him scream...

Very wronged!

The grade 7 students in the audience were also in different moods.Because the advanced potions classes are all the "continued training" students left by Snape's assessment, so most of the time they don't need to give detailed explanations, but need a hands-on environment.

At this moment, while carefully controlling the crucible under their hands, they secretly observed the "Internet celebrity snow fox" on the podium—yes, after a night of discussion among the Ravenclaw research team, they firmly Thinking he had found the truth, Professor Snape was carrying a snow fox from Siberia with him.

It's a pity that Professor Snape didn't have much love and interaction with his pets today, and he seemed as unhuman as ever.

"Attention everyone, the last step of the love potion is very important, we must grasp the timing and operate it in place once."

Professor Snape, who had already entered the working state, wandered among the students, picking on the students' potion operations from time to time.

Cyril sat on the table bored, the view here was good, but a bit boring.

"Put a separate bottle on the small table in front after it's done, and let everyone judge whether it's successful or not."

Snape had already turned to the back of the classroom, and the voice came indistinctly.

Cyril flicked his tail uninterestedly, and just after a few movements, he suddenly remembered the test tube rack that his tail knocked over on the ground yesterday, and hung his tail down again in desperation.

A Ravenclaw girl sitting in the front row's eyes lit up. After bottled her potion, she walked silently to the front of the podium. Taking advantage of the potion time, she quickly touched Cyril's tail point.

! ! ! (⊙?⊙)! ! !

Help! ! !

The drowsy Cyril instantly puffed up the hair all over his body, and his tail stood up behind him like an iron rod. What happened? ? ! !

"Miss Anderson, if you can't control your hands, don't come to Potions class next time. After all, without an obedient and flexible hand, you can't make good potions."

Snape's voice suddenly increased, and it came from the back of the classroom, and the whole classroom fell into a dead silence.

The Ravenclaw girl named Anderson's face quickly turned pale, and she could only say sorry for a long time, and then hurried back to her seat.

Like a ghost, Snape quickly walked out from the dark corner at the back of the classroom and stood by the podium.

"Just hand it in when you're done, and don't let me see anyone making unnecessary moves."

Snape added with folded arms and a dark face.

After Cyril turned into a fox, it was difficult to concentrate. The more and more bottles in front of him made him quickly forget the episode just now. The little fox quietly approached the row of bottles and sniffed them curiously.

The first bottle was handed in by the Ravenclaw girl, and the color was the same as that requested in the book. Cyril put her nose up and smelled it, and then smelled it...

Kind of weird!

Cyril leaned over to the second bottle and smelled it again. This bottle seemed to be fine, but...

In this way, Cyril smelled all the potions in the row, except for a few potions that looked abnormal, he smelled strange, and he didn't smell any of the other love potions. special smell.

This is too strange. Didn't the book say that the love potion can make people smell what they like?Why didn't he smell anything? ? ?

Do I like to smell the air? ? ?

Cyril fell into deep doubts and couldn't extricate herself.In this way, I persisted until the end of get out of class.

Time flies, and a few more days later, the students have gone through the busy exam week and are finally about to usher in the long-lost holiday.Cyril shared the bed with the professor in Snape's bedroom for two whole weeks, and one person and one fox finally formed a harmonious and relatively adaptable living state.

On Saturday morning, the little trolls had already boarded the Hogwarts Express, and Snape finished correcting all the test papers overnight and was sleeping on the bed.

Cyril coiled himself up in a depression as usual, and slept in with the professor while he was catching up on sleep.The morning sun shone through the cracks in the curtains into the head of Slytherin's bedroom - recently, in order to cater to the habit of peace, Snape simply replaced all the windows on the ground.

Everything seemed quiet and beautiful.

Snape, who was sleeping soundly, frowned slightly, but his breathing was still long. Even in sleep, he had a serious expression, as if he was dreaming of saving the world.

The little fox in the crib changed its sleeping position and completely swung its long tail out.

Snape was not disturbed by the small movement, Cyril put his tail over in a familiar way, Snape turned his face slightly in the opposite direction, leaving a space for the big tail to lay flat .

No one disturbs anyone, and the cooperation is very tacit.

Accompanied by the sound of long breathing, at this moment, circles of moon-white light slowly swayed in the dark room, centered on Cyril, spreading radially.

The person involved was unaware and still slept soundly.

In this way, the light is getting brighter and the flicker frequency is getting higher and higher. When it is about to reach a critical point, the moon-white light disappears suddenly, and the place where the fox is lying on the small bed becomes a sleeping fox. Boy, the boy is not naked but wearing a white coat.

With black curly hair, long eyelashes, cheeks flushed from sleep and a small pouty mouth, it was Cyril.

The boy who is about to be 13 years old is more handsome than when he first entered school, and he is less immature. He wants to change his position in his sleep, but the bed is too small. Raised bedsides can be ignored.

He still looks soft and sticky.

The summer in the cellar was still a bit cold, and after a while, the boy adjusted his sleeping position again.Desperately, he began to rub the quilt in his hand.

The blanket used in the fox form was obviously not suitable, so he closed his eyes and pulled it back and forth twice, and finally fell off the bed with a "plop".

Fortunately, the crib was low enough and the carpet was very soft. The boy just groaned and didn't even wake up.

Snape almost drew his wand when he woke up.

Looking at the sleepy boy on the carpet, it took almost all of his reason and self-control not to pull out his wand.

The older single male youth almost fled from the room.

After such a lazy time for so long, he almost forgot that the fox who slept in the crib next to his bed every day was actually a little boy and not a plush toy.

Merlin's toenails!Snape stood in front of the sink and washed his face with cold water, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

Is he headed into babo tuber slime?

Everything happened too suddenly, without any psychological preparation at all.So much so that Snape couldn't be happier that the little troll was back to life.

But there was nothing to be happy about at first, the little monster who turned into a fox was staying under his nose, and now that he has recovered his human body, he will probably cause trouble everywhere...

Snape flushed the cold water again, thinking that he was probably frightened by the addition of another person in the room, which made him so abnormal!

Cyril still slept in the dark, unaware of how he had frightened his poor dean and professor.When the boy woke up, it was bright and the professor was no longer in the bedroom.

When he saw his hand, Cyril almost broke down in tears, and changed back!finally!

There was no clothes he could wear in this room, the boy stood up directly, and stepped on the plush carpet where he was lying on his stomach just now, everything in the room became dwarfed.

Thanks Merlin!He finally doesn't have to stand on all fours to be a little fox who looks up at everything.The boy pushed open the bedroom door with ease, poked his head out, and just in time saw the professor writing furiously at his desk.

The professor said without raising his head, "Wake up and wash up, and then come out to eat."

"Cough, okay, thank you." The boy who hadn't spoken for a long time was still a little hoarse.

"Drink this bottle of potion before going."

Cyril took a bottle of recovery potion that floated over, gritted his teeth, and ran back to the bathroom.