Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After tidying up, Cyril sat obediently in Professor Snape's office and had lunch. The professor didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and was very focused on writing the report in his hand, sometimes writing magic calculations on the draft paper beside him.

The boy picked up the glass on the table, took a sip of the orange juice in it, and tentatively asked, "Professor? Aren't you going to eat...?"

Snape refused without looking up, "For a while."

Cyril lowered her head and silently chewed the lamb chops on her plate.

Why do I always feel that I become indifferent as soon as I recover as a personal professor? ? ?

After eating, one of them dared to walk up to Snape softly, wanting to take a sneak peek at what the professor was doing.

Maybe it's because of the fox's attitude that he has been with the professor for a long time.Cyril felt that the distance and boundary between himself and the professor were getting blurred, and he always had the illusion that the professor would pick him up from the ground and put him on his lap in the next second.

Snape felt the little troll approaching, but at the moment he was so absorbed in his report that he had no time to care about the little troll's "out of bounds" behavior.

Cyril watched in silence for a while, and finally couldn't hold back his words: "Professor, are you studying the space magic circle?"

After asking Cyril, he felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have peeked at the professor's writing... and even bothered ORZ.

Sure enough, Snape stopped the quill "as he wished", and frowned impatiently: "What's your problem?"

"Uh... I thought you were researching potions."

Seeing Cyril's little aggrieved expression, the professor felt even more irritable. He also knew that he was not in the right shape, but he hadn't recovered from his awkwardness in the morning.

It seems that it is one thing to face the fox version of Cyril, but another thing to face the real version of Cyril, and he himself has no idea which attitude he should take to treat Cyril now.

This kind of emotion was inexplicable, as if he couldn't stand the little troll dangling in front of his eyes, but at the same time, he wouldn't be very happy if he threw Cyril out.

Snape tried hard to get rid of his strange emotions, took a deep breath, and added calmly: "The Room of Requirement is still broken, and we are all trying to find a way."

Snape finished speaking just in time to see Cyril's even more dejected little face, and those big gray-green foggy eyes with drooping corners.He swallowed the remaining sarcastic words back into his stomach.

After turning his brain around three times, the wizard finally found a compromise, and said coldly: "In fact, the repair is simple and simple. It is a problem with the magic circle and the magic pattern. But some magic patterns are very old, and the current needs Only some information can give us ideas, but this is the business of us adults."

"Magic pattern? Do you mean the kind of magic pattern painted on the wall?" Cyril suddenly looked up.

"Painted on the wall? Yes...how did you know it was painted on the wall?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Professor, I'm not sure, but I should have seen the magic lines painted on the wall, really... At that time, I fell asleep in the Room of Response, and had a strange dream, and there was a crown in the dream... ..."

Cyril described while recalling, without seeing Snape's increasingly gloomy expression.

"If what you say is true, come with me now, we need to see the headmaster now." Snape threw the quill into the pen holder, pushed aside the chair and stood up.

After finishing his clothes habitually, the wizard opened his arms to Cyril, and Cyril habitually took a step towards the professor's arms.

"..."

"..."

The two of them looked at each other with big eyes, and they were a little speechless for a moment.Snape stood up first and turned around, vaguely telling Cyril that his clothes had been taken to the bedroom by the house elf, and he had to go in and change by himself.

Cyril glanced at the back of the professor, blinked, and walked back to the room obediently.

Habit is really a scary thing... He almost jumped into the professor's arms just now.Cyril thought with lingering fear.

Five minutes later, Cyril, who was ready to go, followed his headmaster out of the cellar and walked towards the headmaster's office.

Snape didn't say a word the whole time, and walked thoughtfully, with long strides.Cyril quickly followed behind, also losing her mind.

In the principal's office, Cyril was surprised to see his family members, and instantly jumped into the arms of his parents and grandparents like a little animal.I have been bored with my family for a while.

"Praise Merlin, our little Cyril has recovered. This is really good news! Would you like a piece of toffee, the new product of the Duke of Bee this year."

"Oh, thank you, I haven't eaten candy for a long time, it tastes so good!" Cyril took a piece with a smile, and couldn't wait to stuff it whole into his mouth.

The rich milky aroma exploded on the tip of the tongue, instantly touching the boy's taste buds.

"So Severus said that Cyril has a very important clue here, Cyril, can you please tell us in detail what happened to you?"

"Well...that's how it is. I annoyed the professor at the time, but I thought it would be best to do the Bahrain reagent alone, so I thought of the Response Room..."

Having said that, the boy glanced at the professor guiltily.Professor Snape was doing it attentively, frowning habitually, completely unresponsive. Benny was sitting next to Snape, with a cloudy face at the moment, and the boy turned back immediately in fright.

"The brewing of the potion went smoothly. I waited for a long time, so I fell asleep... Then I had a dream. I dreamed of Slytherin and Lord Gryffindor. The dream... I was standing From Lord Slytherin's point of view, or as if I were Slytherin himself, talking to Lord Gryffindor. They happened to be working on the Room of Requirement... by the way..."

When the boy said this, his expression was a little tangled.

"Continue to talk about the child, what to say, don't worry." Dumbledore encouraged.

"Actually, Slytherin and Gryffindor have a very good relationship and are good friends. I don't know that the relationship between our two colleges will become like this at the school..."

"Oh... I think this is a historical issue, and it may be a bit complicated." Dumbledore pondered for a while, and wiped his glasses with a headache.

"In short, the two of them drew magic lines on the wall of the room together, and made a room for responding to requests."

"That is to say, you have this complete memory? With pictures?" Dumbledore put on his glasses again with interest.

"I think so, he's in the head but I don't know how to describe it."

"That's much simpler, isn't it really good news? Then, let's finish this first, and then go to the Room of Response later."

"Then I felt that I was in the Room of Requirement—that is, Lord Slytherin stood in the Room of Requirement for a long time, long enough to see the changes in the Room of Requirement, and finally saw a crown placed in the room."

Cyril also knew how unbelievable what he said, but Dumbledore didn't interrupt, even Benny, who usually liked to educate him, didn't make a sound, and Professor Snape sat silently with a dead face. in the shadows.

"Then the crown seemed particularly attractive, all the changing images stopped, I seemed to only see the crown, and when I woke up again, the crown just appeared in my hand... "

Cyril leaned back, but tripped over a chair, and was caught in time by a powerful hand behind him.The hand holding him didn't leave immediately.

Cyril felt the thin calluses on the thumb and index finger on the palm of his hand—the hands of a potions master who used to hold a knife.

"I found that there was a guardian spirit living in that crown, which should be Ms. Ravenclaw's crown. The guardian spirit said that he knew a lot, and people who wore it would become wiser. I didn't pay attention to it at first, I was anxious Make the second dose of Bahrain's reagent. It's almost ready... I suddenly couldn't remember which direction to stir thirteen times. Seeing that the time was running out, I put on the crown..."

Cyril stopped talking, he felt the big hand supporting him tremble slightly, and then squeezed his arm fiercely.

The boy lowered his eyes at a loss, did not dare to look back and did not dare to look at the reaction of his parents. After a few seconds, he continued to narrate: "The crown told me that there are two ways, one is to stir clockwise 13 times, and the other is to add 7 Stir a piece of nightmare petal clockwise for 3 circles... He said that the second method can save time, so I just..."

Cyril felt that the hand holding him was loosened in vain, and the sharp and harsh sound of chairs mopping the floor came from behind.

"Nightmare petals!!! He said you just added it? You just to save that little time?? If that's the case, why don't you use this method?! You know it's a miracle that you can still stand here! Powerful separation catalyst, I give Where have you read all your books? Huh?" Snape's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was almost inaudible at the back, but Cyril found it difficult to breathe, as if he was holding his neck.

"You may be directly blasted to death, your soul will be wiped out, or you may become an unconscious walking dead, no matter what kind..." Snape tightly closed his mouth when he said this, his Adam's apple slid up and down several times, and his chest heaved violently.

Xi Ruier's mouth was a little salty, and he wiped his face to feel the wetness... When he realized that he was crying, Lin Jiu had already stuffed him with a handkerchief.