Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Led by Dumbledore, the satiated crowd went to the eighth floor.

After Cyril's accident, this place has been closed by the principal in a small area, and Cyril once again stood in this familiar and unfamiliar corridor as if it had been a lifetime.He was in a trance, and stood beside the professor without saying a word.

Cyril's mind was a little messed up at the moment, feeling like he was going in to make potions for a while, and feeling like he was waiting for someone to arrive in the Room of Requirement for a while.

This feeling is very similar to being in a dream.

"Teach...professor." The boy tremblingly grabbed the corner of the clothes of the person beside him.

The wizard who was about to pull back his sleeve brought him in front of him the moment he turned his head and touched the boy's face.The dry and warm palm lifted the boy's bangs, feeling his cold sweat.

"Albus, there's something wrong with little Mr. McLean."

Snape bent down and touched Cyril's cheek again.The boy's complexion was a little ugly, and his usually pink lips were too pale.

"Monster! Something is attacking my grandson's soul!"

Mr. Lin rushed over immediately, took out a metal bowl from his sleeve, magnified it, put it on his grandson and began to cast spells on him.

Dumbledore also became nervous, waving his wand continuously towards the sealed Room of Response.

"Mr. Lin, what's the problem?" The unexpected happened, and everyone present was a little flustered.

"There should be something like a horcrux here. Our white fox clan's yin yuan physique is naturally easy to perceive the surrounding spirits. This bastard has repeatedly provoked me because of my grandson's underage foundation. !"

The old man explained while cooperating with his daughter to perform the capture and expulsion spell.

Another Horcrux! ! !Everyone looked at each other in horror, exchanging shocked expressions.

"Grandpa...cough! Grandpa, wait!" Cyril's weak voice came from the metal isolation bowl.

"Syril, how are you feeling?" Benny asked anxiously, lying on the edge of the isolation hood.

"I'm fine, Dad! Tell Grandpa, that thing is different from the crown, it's not malicious, let me out first!" The boy replied, slapping the wall inside.

Mr. Lin put away the metal bowl cover with a gesture, took his grandson into his arms, felt his pulse, and looked serious: "What did you want to tell me just now?"

"Grandpa, I'm sure it's not that kind of evil thing, I feel it is asking me for help..."

Cyril coughed lightly, pointed at the sealed wall, and continued: "It's inside, I think it's very weak now."

Snape was the first to walk towards the wall blocked by Dumbledore before, and glanced back at the headmaster.Dumbledore nodded, still holding his elder wand in his hand.

"Fractured."

The low, magnetic voice softly uttered the spell, and the powerful magic power caused the wall to collapse, revealing the ruins inside.

Cyril was picked up by her father and walked into the ruins.There were two inconspicuous blushes on the boy's pale cheeks. It was so embarrassing to be hugged by his father at such a young age, and in front of all the teachers.

"You judge, where is that thing?"

Dumbledore used his wand to move away the debris in front of him little by little, and asked gently.

Cyril closed her eyes, slowly feeling the fluctuation just now.

"It seems to be there." The boy closed his eyes and pointed to a corner of the room, where there was a collapsed shelf and a wooden cabinet stacked high.

Snape heard the words and stepped forward, using his wand to remove the things on it bit by bit, Benny hugged his son and got closer.

Splintered boards, torn books, dirty parchment, shirts of unrecognizable color, only half boxes left and a lot of seemingly useless sundries.

"What's that?" Cyril asked, pointing to a white stone statue.

"It looks like a sculpture." Benny squatted down, put his son on the ground and observed closely together.Snape removed the object with his wand, and a strangely shaped sculpture floated out.

The sculpture, which does not look strong, is unexpectedly strong, and it has not been damaged at all in the big bang, which already seems a bit abnormal.

"Don't touch it." Mr. Lin and Dumbledore stopped Cyril's outstretched hand at the same time.

"There is an obsession in it, which is very similar to the Horcrux you mentioned, but not the same."

Mr. Lin observed it, and said to Dumbledore beside him.

"Wisdom Boda." Cyril murmured when he saw the whole picture of the sculpture.

"What? What did you say?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Wisdom Boda, this is the sculpture brought back by Lord Gryffindor. It was found in the Room of Requirement because Lord Slytherin thought it ugly."

"So you're saying this thing is calling you?"

Dumbledore floated the sculpture a little higher from the debris, a simple cleansing spell, and a ferocious stone sculpture of four shapes appeared in front of everyone.

A few testing spells hit the sculpture, and the sculpture glowed with green light, making its appearance even more sinister against the light.

Cyril slowly approached the sculpture, tilted his head, and looked at it seriously.

Snape withdrew the curse and exchanged a look with Dumbledore, raised his bar slightly to signal Cyril to approach, this sculpture is indeed just like Cyril said, there is no curse on it, but it is full of mystery.

Cyril stretched out a hand, slowly covered the top of Boda's head, and closed his eyes.

A miraculous thing happened: the green light on the sculpture became brighter and brighter, and slowly condensed into a three-dimensional image of a portrait. Cyril opened his eyes and stared at this image silently with everyone.

Those who have seen Cyril’s memories are no strangers to this figure—at least they are not unfamiliar with his attire, Rococo-style clothing, green narrow sleeves with exaggerated lace cuffs, and intricate silver patterns embroidered on it .In his hand, he was playing with a black wand with silver stripes.

The wizard has meticulously combed black hair, gray-green eyes, delicate face, slightly raised chin, and an expression that is unique to aristocrats. (Snape now casts a suspicious glance at Benny with grey-green eyes, and then at Cyril, who has the same hair and eyes)

"Gory, I hope you don't find out this message I left you too late. After all, you vowed to visit your ugly sculpture friend every year. Yes, I left Hogwarts just as you thought. Here, but not because of our quarrel last night. Tonight I received a distress letter from Holvisin County. There was a large-scale wizarding crime there. I heard that goblins were also involved. I need to go there myself Come on, leave the message and leave immediately.

You know, my father used to be the leader there, he loved that land all his life, and as his only descendant, I have an obligation to do my part when it needs me. "

His Excellency Slytherin paused slightly when he said this, as if he was brewing a difficult word, so that he silently lowered his head and fiddled with the wand in his hand for a while.

In the end, he looked up again as if he had strengthened some beliefs, and continued: "Don't blame me for leaving you a message in this way, after all, no one understands your dog temper better than me. You have nothing to do if you don't calm down." Will listen, won't you? Maybe you still don't want to hear it now, but I will say it anyway. I have my own reasons for insisting on not letting those little wizards go to school. There are many reasons, but it is definitely not blood discrimination as you said. Magic The dilution of blood, texture, bones, and blood vessels will definitely bring immeasurable losses. The break of a family's inheritance will dry up those unique sources of magic power. Don't rush to get angry, I am not alarmist, all kinds of interests You think carefully.

In short, I speculate that according to your habits, you will come here at the end of December to clean your wisdom sculpture. After reading my reply, I hope you can forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.Things are going well, and I'll be back next spring. "

After His Excellency Slytherin said this, he stopped talking, and looked ahead as if he was thinking about something again.After a while, he sighed faintly, and his tone became light and slow: "If I never come back, promise me not to come to me. The situation there may be more complicated than I imagined, but I can definitely solve it by myself. Protect Huo Gvoz, with Rowena and Helga."

At this point in the video, his message completely ended, the picture froze, and the portrait slowly blurred.

Everyone present did not say a word, and fell into a kind of heavy silence.Even Professor Dumbledore, who usually likes to come out to adjust the atmosphere the most, didn't say a word, and stared at a corner of Boda in a daze.

"Click"

A crisp voice is particularly obvious in the silence.