Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Benny took a little golden key from his body pocket and handed it to the goblin, who took the key with an outstretched hand with long, pointed nails.

Ms. Lin Jiu had to sit in the rest area and wait, otherwise she would scream when she saw such nails, and then her obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness would attack together, and she frantically pulled her hand to cut her nails.

Cyril stood obediently in front of Benny and continued to think about it... I don't know if ordinary nail scissors can cut their nails, maybe the one that cut Laobao's nails at home can...

In the end, Cyril did not get his wish to see the giant dragon guarding the treasure underground.Because he didn't go down with Benny in the minecart at all.

He didn't even see his own small coffers, he just followed Benny's instructions and handed over half of the Galleons in the purse to the goblin.

The only memorable thing is that Cyril stood on the raised bench holding a special golden magic quill and signed the first "magic signature" in his life.

Looking at the crooked English signature "Cyril McLean" on the parchment and "68.46 Galleons" written in the lower right corner, I thought of the exchange rate between Galleons and British Pounds I just accidentally learned, and then secretly multiplied it by 10, Cyril Suddenly, I deeply felt that I was also a person with a small fortune.

"Every McLean will have a treasury before entering school, which is completely your own." Mr. Benny said softly, touching his son's fluffy hair.

"Is the treasury you withdraw money from just now your own?" Cyril looked up.

"...That belongs to the family. The key to my own vault was given to your mother before I got married. In retrospect, my own vault was also opened by my father, your grandfather, when I was 11 years old."

Benny looked farther away, full of nostalgia.

"Grandpa gave you a sum of money too?"

"Yes. The bag with money in your hand is the one from back then. According to legend, it was given to him by your grandfather's father. So take good care of it."

Cyril grabbed the velvet purse in his pocket, looked at the somewhat old and dull tassel pendant on it, his eyes were entangled.

"Benny."

"Ok?"

"Will this money bag last until my son is 11 years old? I feel...forget it, I will try to protect it as much as possible."

"..."

So a creature like a son can't really hold on to warmth for 3 minutes.

Benny was silent for a few seconds, and replied dryly: "This is a space bag, very strong. If you dare to lose it, I will definitely spank your ass, hard."

"Oh."

Cyril made up his mind to go back and stuffed the money bag into the bottom of the box.

(non-responsible extras:

"Every McLean Has a Money Bag Tucked in the Bottom of the Box"

Great-Grandpa Albert [Loving Face]: Son, this is the purse my father gave me back then, and it belongs to you now, so keep it safe, or you will be spanked.

Grandpa Edward [cute face]: Oh.

Edward's inner OS: Put it in the bottom of the box when you get home!

Grandpa Edward [Lovely Face]: Son, this is the precious purse that my father gave me back then, it is very meaningful!It's yours now, keep it safe or you'll get a spanking.

Benny [beautiful face]: Good dad.

Benny's inner OS: Put it in the bottom of the box when you get home!

Benny [Loving face]: "The money bag in your hand is the one I used back then. According to legend, it was given to him by your grandfather's father, so keep it safe."

Cyril [frustrated face]: Daddy, it looks like it's dying.

Benny [Loving Face]: If it breaks, spank it.

Cyril's inner OS: Put it in the bottom of the box when you get home!

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It was already noon when we came out of Gringotts. It was a rare good day in London today. The sun shone on the smooth cobblestone streets, reflecting the light like jewels.

Grandpa Lin Qi resolutely took the whole family into a pastoral-style restaurant called "Goblin", and ordered fish and chips and a series of meals that sounded unhealthy but felt delicious.

The position by the window is half-surrounded by a circle of hanging vines, maintaining a certain degree of privacy.

Cyril looked at the little wizards in small robes riding brooms and the adult wizards with pointed wizard hats on the street through the window, very curious.

(Most of the robes of these people are still of normal color, and the "traffic lights" rarely appear again, which is really gratifying!)

Across the window, the little witch who was riding a child's broom suddenly tilted her body in mid-air as she slid close to the ground, and was about to fall. The mother witch who followed behind drew out her wand and waved it skillfully. It froze in the air for a moment and landed slowly—like a feather that doesn't reach the ground.

Benny followed his son's gaze and saw this scene, and comforted him:

"You can bring a broom in the second grade. Dad will buy you the latest comet then."

"Thank you, Benny." Cyril agreed, still staring at the mother and daughter outside.

"Benny?" Cyril turned around and called out to his father who was cutting steak for his mother.

"what happened, Babe?"

"When will I have a wand of my own?"

A smug smile of "finally waiting for you to ask" appeared on Benny's face, and he said briskly to his son:

"at any time."

"Is it okay now?! I mean, after dinner?"

"Yes, we'll go to Ollivander after dinner."

"Oh! My God! I love you Dad!"(^o^)//

Knowing that he could buy his own wand later, Cyril almost devoured the salad and hamburger in front of him, and then watched his grandpa and grandma slowly drinking the creamy mushroom soup in front of him, wishing to go forward Help them drink together.

"Baby, you don't need to be so anxious at all, your wand won't run away by itself." Lin Jiu picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gracefully.

"But Mom, what if someone picks you up late?"

"That is impossible. The wand is the companion of the wizard. The wand that fits each person is unique, and the one that is taken away by others only means that it is not the most suitable for you."

Ollivander's storefront is small and dilapidated, with mottled wooden door frames and rusted metal doorknobs except for the frequently touched ones. A magic wand stands alone on a faded purple velvet cushion in the window.

The gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivander, fine wand maker since 380 BC".

Cyril stared at the wand in the window, then at the crooked door, and turned to look pitifully at Benny beside him.

"Does this mean it's closed?"

"...Push the door and go straight in."

Benny pinched the bridge of his nose, and pushed his son directly into the door.

Why do you always receive inexplicable sympathetic looks when you take your son back to the motherland? ? ?