Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore returned to his principal's office with a mighty group of people, and moved out a closed 12-inch picture frame from a huge locker.

"Look. This is it." Dumbledore took out a handkerchief and wiped it lovingly, then opened the outer protective case.

It is a landscape oil painting, green lawn, mountains in the distance, a lake and a tree or two.The most corner of the painting is titled G·G.

"Could this be Lord Gryffindor's oil painting?" Professor McGonagall lifted his glasses up, leaned closer and asked respectfully, and even covered his mouth to block the exhaled moisture.

"Yes. The real thing. It's one of the paintings he left behind, and it's rumored that he painted himself in it."

"Huh? It looks like a black lake. I thought it was a landscape painting."

"Mr. McLean's observation skills are amazing. It is indeed the Black Lake thousands of years ago. It was recorded at that time that after Lord Gryffindor painted himself in this painting, his portrait walked into the depths of the scenery. , and will never come out again..." Dumbledore sighed with emotion.

"So you want to fuse Lord Slytherin's memory crystal into it."

Snape spoke in a declarative tone.

"That's right." Dumbledore glanced at Head Slytherin appreciatively.

"I think this is probably the only way we can help him. The deceased is dead. Fortunately, the portrait also carries on part of the thoughts and feelings of the living."

As Dumbledore said, he turned the oil painting over, exposing the back, and touched the canvas behind cherishingly.

"I think you have to do this spell. I'm no better than you at superimposing magic spaces." Dumbledore said briskly, and handed the spar to Snape to make room.

Snape solemnly took this small but extremely precious memory spar, walked to the oil painting and stood still.

Cyril's eyes widened - this was the first time he had seen Professor Snape cast a space spell.

Wendy was still whispering in her ear before that the dean once represented the school in the five-school alliance competition. At that time, a space superimposed life-like magic technique shocked everyone and overwhelmed the audience. The dean of the Kensatt Wizarding Academy in the United States was Came to poach the wall, but was rejected by the professor with air-conditioning.

Snape pulled the cuffs of his robe, together with the cuffs of his black shirt underneath, firmly to a position close to the elbow.Then brushed the hair on the side of the face behind the ears.A full forehead and well-defined facial features were revealed.

I don't know why, usually men would look very girly when doing this action, but when it comes to the professor, it has a domineering effect.

Snape adjusted his state and gently held up the green spar in his palm, tapped it lightly with his black wand, and the green spar slowly rose into mid-air and spun rapidly.

The wizard has a straight back, slender fingers, and a serious expression when viewed from the side, and his smooth movements are like a textbook-level movement demonstration picture.Cyril felt his heart beating faster, it must be because he was too excited about the upcoming display of the magic spell.

Snape moved his jaw and chanted a series of very difficult spells quickly.The magic wand in his right hand made several complicated gestures, his obsidian-like eyes fixedly stared at the spar in front of him, and the green light reflected in his eyes, reflecting a magnificent brilliance.

Everyone was silent, looking at the wizard who cast the spell for a moment.

Slowly, the oil painting on the table also floated up, facing the green spar two by two, and began to rotate together on the same plane.

Snape swung his vacant left arm and made a snatching motion. All the light sources in the principal's room disappeared instantly, and the surroundings became pitch black. All the light was concentrated on the wizard and the two items. Three The two light sources are connected to form a vertical triangle, and everyone feels that the wind is starting to blow in the closed room.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whistling around the light source, Cyril was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak, he could only stare at the professor's knife-like face and serious expression under the light and shadow.

Handsome... so handsome...!

If possible, Cyril would like to film this scene for the whole world to see, this is their dean, professor of Potions! ! !

After the strong wind passed, blue-purple diamond-like light began to flash in the dark space. From far or near, it was so beautiful, just like the summer night sky.

A star flies from a distance, slowly turning into a picture, in which a blond boy is sleeping on the lawn, his white rococo shirt makes him look like a carefree little prince.Although he had his eyes closed at the moment, Cyril knew that if those eyes were opened, they would be more beautiful than the color of the sky above his head.

This is Gryffindor in his youth, no doubt.

The picture turned to one side, and this time a black-haired young man wearing the same green silk shirt appeared out of nowhere in the darkness. His neckline was slightly open, his gray-green eyes were squinted, and a small emerald green snake was coiled in his hand.As he approached, he grinned and "hissed" to talk to the little snake in his hand.

This must be Lord Slytherin and his pet snake.

All the little stars around Slytherin began to change their positions following his arrival. The stars gathered more and more and merged into a bright belt of light, which connected the road under his feet with the previous scene.

The young man walked step by step along the light belt into the space with lawn and lake water, and his figure gradually became smaller until he completely merged into the painting.

The picture zoomed in, and the young Slytherin woke up Gryffindor, who was sleeping on the ground, and the two walked away together talking and laughing.

The light in the room was restored in an instant, and everything just now seemed like a magnificent dream, and everyone felt like they were just waking up from a dream.

The oil painting on the table has been turned upside down, and it is still the sky, the lawn, the lake and the mountains.But the memory stone is gone.

Successful.

"Papa!" I don't know who took the lead to applaud, and the rest of the people joined in the applause one after another.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore patted Snape's shoulder in relief, and the latter bowed his head uncomfortably and began to straighten his sleeves.

"If Hogwarts didn't offer space magic as an elective for the time being, I would definitely find you another part-time job."

Dumbledore picked up the oil painting with great care, and blinked mischievously.

"Thank you for not saying one more thing about not letting me be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts even if you let me be a professor of space magic." Snape curled his lips mockingly.

"Oh! That's exactly what I want to say next, and now that you know it, I won't be annoying! Where are we going to hang this picture? Let's see..."

Dumbledore didn't care about Snape's sneer, and walked around the room with the painting in his arms.

"Just here!"

Finally, in the middle of the portraits of previous Hogwarts principals, an idyllic landscape painting is extremely conspicuous.

The "former principals" in the portraits who usually yell loudly when they are touched are all silent, and have no objection to this at all.Cyril even saw the figures in several portraits covertly tidy up their clothes, took out the mirror and smoothed their crooked beards and bow ties.

When everything was settled, Cyril, Snape and the teachers at the school all said a short farewell, and went back with their parents.

"Professor, I'm going back...thank you for taking care of me."

Cyril obediently stood in front of Snape and bowed deeply.The eye sockets are still a little red due to the previous reasons, and they look a little pitiful.

Snape habitually reached out his hand, helped the boy up, was silent for a moment, and replied dryly: "I hope Mr. McLean will not forget his studies, and I regret to inform you that you will be the first detention in the new third grade A person who makes up lessons."

"I must study on my own before school starts, and I will trouble you again."

The boy's eyes were shining, and the slightly drooping corners made him look like a puppy begging for bones.

"I have to agree with you."

"Then it's settled! The professor wishes you a happy holiday!" The boy's mood was obviously much higher.

Everyone left through the fireplace in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts and temporarily returned to the house in Charing Street.

"Mom, how is Ivan doing?"

"Ivan is fine, and misses you very much. A while ago, I often ran to look for you in the pile of plush toys. He will not easily change back to his original shape now. Your Uncle Wu Thirty is helping to take care of him."

"Uncle Wu Thirty? The uncle who has the blood of Bai Ze to be a blessing for Ivan?"

"Yeah, Yiwen's latest new hobby is to force your Uncle Wu Thirty to transform, and then he himself turns into a little fox, playing wildly on other people. I didn't know it before, but one day I suddenly saw a monster on the mountain behind my yard. Only Bai Ze was taken aback...Of course, the other party is probably more embarrassed than me." Lin Jiu blinked playfully.

"...Uncle Wu Sa has a really good temper. I thought he wouldn't stay in Suzhou for a long time. Didn't Dad say that his family is in Beijing?"

"I thought so before, but it seems that he is quite free...and he is really nice!" Lin Jiu shrugged nonchalantly, and walked upstairs with his son in his arms.

"It's still the original room, go to bed early dear. We will go back tomorrow by the Dapeng at home. Go and say good night to grandpa and grandma."

"Okay. Good night, Mommy."

"Good night, baby."

Lin Jiu watched with a smile on his lively son running away.

that's nice!