Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape led Cyril straight into another atrium, which was an elevator hub, and boarded one of the horizontal elevators familiarly.

"Property Notary," Snape said coldly to the elevator.

"Okay." The mechanical female voice replied.

After nine twists and eighteen bends, the elevator finally brought the guests to their destination.At this moment, Cyril was still holding the professor's knighthood tightly in his hand.

Snape stepped out of the elevator first, and Cyril trotted after him.The two stood in front of a closed solid wood carved gold door.There is also a wooden carving with closed eyes on the door.

"Reservation number." The wood carving suddenly opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes were still closed.

"S169."

As soon as the professor finished speaking, the wood carving suddenly opened his eyes: "Room 711 has been arranged for you."

Then a small door was opened on the door on the left, and the number plate on it rolled for a long time, and turned to the position of "711".The doorknob turned down by itself, and the door opened a crack.

Snape directly reached out and opened the door, and walked in.

"professor?"

"What's the matter?" The wizard raised his eyebrows while holding the door.

"Your medal."

Cyril stretched out his sweaty palm, and in the palm of his hand was the precious mithril knight medal.

"You put it away first." Snape turned his head and walked into the room.

"Ah? Oh! Okay." Cyril put the medal into the innermost side of his Qiankun bag in a daze.

The room 711 is completely different from the office that Cyril imagined. There is no window, no counter, and there is a small table in the middle of the room surrounded by several soft-looking sofas.

A tall, thin, brown-haired young man hurried in with a huge folder under his arm.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snape. Good afternoon, little gentleman."

Snape briefly shook hands with each other, and the three sat down at the small table.

"As for the inheritance of the Prince Manor last time, it is almost done now. The relevant information is here. Please take a look."

Snape took a stack of parchment sandwiched in black leather and flipped through it lightly.Cyril stood at the side helplessly, his mind full of question marks.

Prince Manor? ? ?inherit? ? ?professor? ? ?

"No problem, let's deal with it as soon as possible."

"Okay. Thank you for your cooperation. There is another question, which is what I mentioned to you before... because of the reasons you know..."

"I brought the man, Mr. McLean."

"Oh! Good, good. Then things will be much simpler!" The brown-haired young man put his hands together and let out a long breath. Cyril found that the other party was very nervous when facing the professor.

"Then Mr. McLean's relationship with you is...?"

"Master and apprentice, he is my apprentice. So he is very suitable."

"Oh! Congratulations, Mr. Snape! This little gentleman looks very smart, and you are going to have someone to succeed you."

"Hmm." Snape took the teacup lightly without objecting to the flattery.

"Then Mr. Mclean, you will be the tentative successor of the Prince Manor. Here are the documents you need to sign. Please have a look." The brown-haired wizard turned around and smiled and put another black wallet in his hand Handed over.

Cyril took the document with a blank face (in fact, he was dazed), and looked at the professor beside him begging for help.

Snape returned a meaningful gaze and continued to drink his tea with his head down.

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Cyril took the document in his hand with tears streaming down his face, and read it carefully.

After a while, the boy closed the folder with a snap, and raised his head in disbelief: "Professor! You... this is not true, is it? I am the designated heir???"

"I think the document is very clear."

"This is inappropriate... this..." Cyril's delicate face was full of astonishment.

"This is the result of discussing with your father."

In the end, Cyril signed the document specifying the only heir, and the words that the professor said to himself echoed in his ears: "As my apprentice, I don't need you to have extraordinary talent or unconstrained inspiration, but you must be pragmatic. , Be truthful, and respect what you are facing, whether it is a spell or a potion. The reason why I wrote you as the tentative heir of the entire Prince Manor is because, in my eyes, those knowledge and inheritance are more important than the actual A manor with a few domes is much more meaningful. Many formulas and medicines should not be buried in the long river of history because of the so-called family glory, which violates the original intention of a potion being created..."

From the professor's refusal to say a word at the beginning, to his flat but meaningful statement after he signed, it was like a boulder that slammed into Cyril's heart, and he was already in Jazz. The determination made at the medal awarding meeting was more deeply poked in the bottom of my heart.

There is a comfortable warm current circling in the stomach, it is a feeling of being valued and trusted.

Cyril spent the remainder of the holiday trying to achieve the rise and clear the mark from the Professor's arm.Snape secretly looked at the figure of the boy studying hard, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and immediately returned to his indifference.

If you want to destroy something, you first need to understand what it is.Fortunately, the professor's collection of books is astonishingly large, so far he has not encountered the problem of insufficient materials.

"Soul contract, one-way..." This is Cyril's biggest guess recently, because it is not easy for the professor to expose his arm for him to observe, so Cyril's research is slowly advancing.

The start of school is coming in a blink of an eye, and when Cyril boarded the Hogwarts Express, he already had a similar idea in his mind.

Purification - Purification of the soul.

This is a lost spell of the White Fox Clan. Voldemort's Dark Mark acts on the soul of a person, so ordinary white magic or purification potions will not have such power at all, but an ancient White Fox Clan Spells should work.

According to legend, the purification spell was prepared for those white foxes who went down the mountain to practice.There will always be one or two members of the white fox clan who accidentally learn heresy in the process of training, and their souls will be tarnished.Elder Baihu simply created such a spell to give everyone a chance.

Thinking about it now, do you think this is simply tailor-made for the professor? !The more Xi Ruier thought about it, the more excited he became, and he wished he could go back to Suzhou immediately to check the information.

"Hey, buddy. This way!" John grabbed Cyril's neck from the side and patted him on the shoulder happily.

"How is your health? Are you tired from training?"

"...that's all, you've grown!" "Yeah, you look a little longer too. How was your vacation?"

"Very fulfilling, how about you?"

"I went to Italy with my parents, and my aunt was there. Just took a vacation."

Cyril and John chatted excitedly all the way through the corridor of the carriage to find an empty box.At this time, a box next to him suddenly opened the door from the inside, and Gene greeted the two boys in the corridor enthusiastically: "Hey, guys, come in and sit!"

Apart from him, there were several senior members of the Quidditch team in Gene's compartment. When they saw Cyril, who was "recovering from a serious illness", they all cast caring eyes.

Cyril and John sat down and chatted with everyone.I haven't seen my classmates for a long time, and I still miss them very much.

"Oh, by the way, little prince. Can I borrow some safety?" Senior Fermat suddenly approached mysteriously.

"Uh... sorry, what do you need to be safe?"