Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"The award of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, is now underway. Mr. Severus Tobias Snape, please come to the stage."

The host on the glittering podium in front of him suddenly announced the winners of the second-class jazz medal. Cyril, who had been in a daze, woke up suddenly, and found that the professor sitting beside him suddenly stood up and walked forward.

!!!

Cyril, who always thought they were here to watch the ceremony, felt a little dreamy, especially when he saw the tall and tall professor standing under the magic lights.

"Young and promising...extraordinary bearing...the blue is better than the blue...the second time I got...the first stage of the wolf drug and the improved wolf drug...donated my own formula for free...great... Milestones... Contributions..."

Cyril was dazed when he heard the inarticulate award speech, and suddenly felt that the wizard on the award platform was far away from him, obviously the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters just now.

Of course he knows that the professor is very powerful, and of course he knows how rare and precious the Medal of Merlin is. Many people have never seen what a real medal looks like in their entire lives. Only those who have made outstanding contributions or made great sacrifices can get it get.

"Is he the youngest Head of Slytherin?"

"It seems to be. When my son graduated, he just joined the job. I heard it was very serious."

"How old is this boy?"

"The introduction said that he was 27 years old. He became the dean at the age of 22. This is the second time he has won the Medal of Merlin. The last time he was a wolf drug, but I heard that he has made major reforms this time, and the effect is multiplied. improvement, so the Sir Merlin made an exception and awarded him two awards for the same achievement."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a terrifying talent."

"Talented wizards abound. Among the families that have been handed down, which one is not a bit talented? But those who can do this..."

"Malfoy also said at the last reception that he belongs to the type of person who strives for himself. There are really too few people who do not receive the shadow of their ancestors these days..."

"The future is terrifying..."

The two old wizards in front of Cyril were really whispering. In fact, they were not the only ones whispering below. Almost everyone in the audience was shocked by the professor's youth and his second medal.

"Why did he give it a second level? I remember that he was given a second level last time, which obviously underestimated his contribution. I thought he should be promoted to a first level after finding it this time!"

A small whisper pierced Cyril's ear.The built-in small radar in Cyril's body was full of signals in an instant, and turned to the source of the sound, focusing on capturing information.

"It's still the same reason. His identity is unclear. Some people say that he has a relationship with that person...Dumbledore was released on bail back then. It is rumored that there were only a few people who didn't identify their real identities—that's the terrible mark. So There have always been people who criticized this matter.”

Another voice explained to the questioner just now in a low voice, referring to "some people" in a contemptuous tone, obviously very displeased with the behavior of the decision maker.

Cyril saw the memory of the professor and the broken arm with strange black tattoos in front of his eyes. He looked straight ahead at the shining wizard at the moment, and tightly pursed the corners of his mouth.

Cyril sat in the back and watched intently as the professor gave a brief speech on it, and then he couldn't hear what the people around him said.

At this moment, he had a strong desire that he had never had before. He wanted to help the professor get rid of the mark on his body, the mark that he hated and was criticized by others.

He believes that the professor who has reached the pinnacle in potion must have thought of many ways to solve it, but he has his own unique advantages. He is a member of the White Fox tribe, and the White Fox tribe is good at elixir and spells.These are all aspects that he can consider and start with.

He hasn't tried the spells and elixir that he inherited from Elder White Fox. Many of them are the most basic things, but the inspiration often comes from this, and he may be able to look for them from these most basic things.

There are also spells that can be combined in it, both internal and external, to treat symptoms and root causes... emmm... It sounds like the "Mrs. Oral Pill" sold by Grandpa Pharmacy.

Forcibly pulling back his thoughts, Cyril continued to look at the wizard standing straight in front of him.

The professor was already tall, but now he was wearing a straight dress and formal attire, making his waist thinner and legs longer. He exuded an indescribable aura and handsomeness.

Especially when the second-level magician representative of the Merlin Order hung the medal on his chest, Cyril felt his eyes were wet.At that moment, the boy suddenly felt that he should fight with practical actions. His professor is so good, and the students he leads should not be inferior!

Go back and start researching the white fox's inherited spells and elixir!That's it.Cyril's villain clenched his fist.

After Snape gave a brief speech, he walked down from the awards platform and sat down neatly.Cyril stared straight at his professor and the Order of Merlin on his chest with a mixture of star eyes and dog eyes.

It was a mithril medal, in the shape of a shield, and the pattern on it was a cross formed by the intersection of a magic wand and a sword.It looks very refined and atmospheric.Especially considering that the Medal of the Order of Merlin is a highly honored medal in the magic world, with a value bonus of MAX.

After sitting down, Snape let out his breath, and naturally felt the gaze beside him that could not be ignored.The wizard curled his lips at an angle that Cyril couldn't see. Obviously, he was very pleased with the boy's attitude. The wizard, who was in a good mood, turned slightly sideways and blocked the precious medal.

……blocked……

Cyril didn't notice it, and turned his body sideways like a conditioned reflex, and resolutely changed the angle to continue to observe the precious medal at a close distance.Immediately afterwards, Snape simply adjusted his sitting posture and listened attentively to the words of a white-bearded wizard on the other side.

Snape listened carefully to the old gentleman's words, nodded from time to time or answered in a low voice, firmly blocking Cyril's sight on the other side.

Cyril felt that something was wrong, and he was a little speechless for a moment. His noble and glamorous professor was so excited because he got the medal, how could he be so childish? !After complaining in his heart, Cyril sat upright helplessly and continued to watch the next medal awarding ceremony.

"Here." A mithril medal landed firmly in Cyril's palm, and the boy stared at the medal close at hand with a pair of big eyes, unable to react.

"The eyes are almost glued to it."

Snape looked ahead, said something lightly, and followed everyone to applaud the other winner.

Cyril didn't make a sound, and looked at the small medal with red eyes that felt heavy in his hand.

It's hard to imagine that a professor who is usually so busy still has time to do potion research, and it's such a powerful result.The back of the medal bears the countless sweat and struggle of the professor.

The awards ceremony came to an end soon.The following is the dining session. For a while, the chairs in the entire awards hall disappeared, replaced by a circle of tables around the hall. Delicious self-service cold meals were placed on the tables, and waiters came in one after another carrying champagne and red wine. .

"Let's go, we won't stay if time is tight." Snape grabbed Cyril's arm, pulled him out of the noisy hall, came out from the entrance just now, and walked to the other side.