Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Wisdom Boda's sculpture was only cracked at first, and then quickly cracked around the gap, and within a short while, it shattered into a pool of broken stones that could not recover its shape.

"This..." the little Professor Fei Liwei screamed, and looked back at Mr. Principal in shock.

"I think it may be difficult to restore the original state." Principal Dumbledore gently squeezed out a dark green spar from the crushed stone, and looked at the light source thoughtfully for a moment.

"Memory spar?" Snape murmured from the side.

"I think so."

"What's that, Benny?" Cyril tugged lightly on his father's sleeve.

"A thing that carries part of a person's memory or emotion. It is a very profound magic prop."

"Yes...and I think it's because of Wisdom Boda's sculpture that it was not damaged in the explosion. It itself carries Lord Slytherin's powerful protection charm. But as time goes by, the magic is slowly dissipating, That's why you received the request for help." Dumbledore glanced at Cyril and nodded.

"So... did Lord Gryffindor see this message?" the boy asked softly.

"I think... probably not. Because according to the records of the history of Hogwarts and the history of magic, Lord Gryffindor left Hogwarts the year after Lord Slytherin left, and since then every year Only come back once or twice at most. So... I'm going to venture a guess... Lord Gryffindor didn't have much chance to see it."

"Did Lord Gryffindor go straight to him after Lord Slytherin left?"

"It is possible. Although there is no record in history, it is true that Lord Gryffindor resigned from the position of vice-principal in the following days. He has been active outside the school all year round."

"Your Excellency Slytherin unfortunately died in the year when the rebellion was put down..." Snape gently took the spar Dumbledore handed him, with a low tone.

"Yes."

"Oh..." Cyril drooped the corners of his eyes, his spirit was listless and his expression was sad.As the person present closest to this period of history, he felt more regretful and sad than anyone else.

"It's up to you to keep this spar, Albus. Even if it's a Slytherin thing...but maybe you have a better home."

Dumbledore looked at the memory spar in his palm like a precious gem, blinked his eyes, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said: "I suddenly thought of a good place, a painting to be exact. We will fix it in a while The Response Room can take the spar to have a look. Then Cyril, do you have any other discomforts now?"

Cyril was still immersed in her little emotions, and shook her head lazily.

"No, Mr. Headmaster. May I ask a question?"

"Excuse me." Dumbledore nodded gently.

"Why can I feel the memory of Lord Slytherin, and then get the crown inexplicably... I know that I have a stronger sense of spiritual body than others since I was a child, but..."

Dumbledore nodded and made a soothing gesture, indicating that he had understood the boy's question.

"I think Lord Slytherin's memory and the crown should be two different things. It is not entirely accurate to say that this is a crystal of memory. It itself has emotions that memory does not have—that is, the emotion of the producer. This is an ordinary crystal that carries memories. What the ball can't do is more like the crystallization of emotions. So as your father Mr. McLean said, this is a very profound magic. And it is also the only complete memory crystal I have ever seen in my life.

I even boldly speculate that the earliest idea of ​​the Horcrux should come from this.Because it was recorded in books that a slight deviation in the production of spar may cause irreparable damage to the soul.Of course, this kind of injury itself is too evil. In order to intentionally magnify the tearing wound of the soul, some dark wizards will choose more harmful actions, such as killing people.They mistakenly think of it as eternal life. "

When Dumbledore said this, he paused for a moment, as if recalling something, sighed faintly, and continued: "Your physique determines that you activated this dusty memory and obsession after entering the Room of Requirement. The spar has gone through thousands of years without completing the task it should have completed. The longer the time, the more difficult it is, and it needs to be discovered. Your appearance is a good opportunity to be discovered. And because of your The special physique gives the Horcrux an opportunity to seduce you into wearing a crown, trying to control you, confuse you, occupy your body, and make a comeback."

"It's inconvenient to ask last time... the owner of the Horcrux is..." Cyril turned pale and looked back at the professor next to him uneasily.

"I'm afraid so."

Snape didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and looked at the black wand in his hand seriously, his face sinking like water.

"Then there are no other problems to be solved, let's start repairing the Room of Requirement!" Dumbledore cheered up, clapped his hands, and waved his wand first, intending to clear the wreckage on the ground first.

Everyone seemed to have just recovered from the memory of one of the Big Four, and they all raised their wands to cooperate.

"Wait, wait! Can you help me check if there is my interspatial bag...emmm...a dark green velvet bag..." Cyril raised her hand with a blushing face.

"You said this?"

Snape handed a cloth bag with a little dust on it to Cyril.When he was looking for the stone statue, he found it and picked it up. It looked like a little monster, and it was so!

"Oh! That's right! Thank you!" Cyril took back the cloth bag with a satisfied face.

"You go and wait outside, don't block the road here to waste time. Also please rest your mother and grandma."

Snape involuntarily drove the little troll out of the dilapidated house, and by the way gentlemanly refused to let the lady join the labor.

There are many people and power is great. In less than 5 minutes, the things that can be restored are restored, and the garbage that cannot be restored is also emptied.Everyone came to the wall where Gryffindor painted the magic pattern in Cyril's dream, and took down the dusty tapestry.

Dumbledore arranged for each of the four deans to have a corner, and drew the magic pattern together according to the drawings.

The magic power gushes out along the wand, reflecting the dazzling light, hitting the wall like a golden magic pen, slowly drawing familiar patterns on the wall.

After finishing the last touch, Dumbledore stood in front of the wall of the magic pattern circle and stared for a while, then suddenly turned around and said to the people behind him: "I have an idea, let's add another guardian magic pattern on it, in the name of the four major colleges .”

The deans behind him looked at each other and agreed.

In the end, the four principals each superimposed a guardian magic pattern on the four corners of the square embedded in the perfect circle. After everything was ready, Dumbledore solemnly touched the center of the entire magic pattern circle with his elder wand.

Everyone was waiting in full battle, with solemn expressions on their faces.

It was as if a mechanical switch was pressed, centering on the point Dumbledore touched, layer after layer of magic power rippled radially on the wall, and a lot of movement came from the room behind the wall, like It was the sound of bricks and stones being piled up and moving, there was a rumbling sound, and there was a faint vibration from the floor.

The totems of each college appear and disappear in turn.

For a moment, a golden light flashed, and the entire Hogwarts Castle seemed to let out a dragon cry, and everything in the corridor on the eighth floor returned to its original appearance.

"Dracodormiensnunquamtitillandus—Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon."

Snape murmured softly.

"Was that dragon screaming just now?" Cyril looked up and asked Professor Snape.

Snape glanced briefly at the boy beside him, then nodded slightly.

"Ah! It looks like it worked! Cyril, come on! Try to see if it works."

Dumbledore smiled and pulled the boy behind him to the wall, and asked the bewildered boy to try the Room of Requirement.

Xi Ruier was still cultivating love for the school, and was pushed directly opposite the wall with a blank expression.

As a last resort, the boy forced himself to turn three times in front of the wall with multiple gazes. Almost at the same time, a dark solid wooden door appeared on the wall.

Snape stared at the familiar door frame and doorknob on the wall, suddenly had a bad feeling, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Cyril also seemed to be frightened by the door on the wall, he didn't even remember what he thought in those three circles just now, this door came out.

"Go and have a look!" Headmaster Dumbledore encouraged.

Cyril had no choice but to go forward under all kinds of pressure, pull the doorknob down, and push the door open.

Familiar with the dark background, dark green wallpaper, dark gray bedding, and carpet of the same color, the boy shut the door in shock, trying his best to block the curious eyes of the outsiders.

"emmm... I don't think there's anything wrong with the Room of Requirement. I just saw it, and the room is exactly what I want!"

Cyril laughed and explained to the people behind him.

"What? I haven't seen anything yet!" Grandpa stood a little further away, but he was still curious about this magical room.

"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary bedroom... why don't you come and try it, Grandpa."

Cyril stood in front of the door calmly, with no guilt at all.I almost made the professor's bedroom public just now... It's very exciting to think about it. A person who values ​​privacy like the professor will probably explode...

"Forget it, I'm old, and I'm not your kid."

Snape was the closest to Cyril, and seeing the whole picture of the room, he didn't want to say a word at all. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he signaled to Dumbledore if he could leave.

Dumbledore also saw the room, but the old man cheerfully showed no curiosity at all, and stepped forward to help Cyril: "Then it seems that the Room of Requirement has been completely repaired, why don't we go back, and we can put it on the way?" Take a look at Lord Slytherin's memory stone."

The crowd joined in.

Among them, the silly father, Benny, became the first person to respond. He simply thought that his son had just turned back and was tired for a day, and now he must have just turned into such a bedroom because he wanted to sleep. Thinking about it, he feels very distressed.Mom and grandma have been standing on the outermost side, seeing nothing except the repair of the room, and at this moment they have no choice but to follow them back.