Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Cough, you know. I've liked Natasha Parkinson for a long time...every time I hand out a love letter, it always sinks into the sea. I think I must try again before graduation..."

There was an inconspicuous blush on Fermat's dark cheeks, which looked black and red, just like Cyril's scorched and tender heart at the moment.

The 1.9-meter, 180-jin senior Fermat squatted in front of Cyril like a giant, almost blocking all the light coming in from the car window.Cyril looked against the light and looked at the "Warrior" who usually swung the opponent off the broom with a single club on the court. At this moment, he was rubbing his hands shyly and embarrassingly.

Tremblingly said: "You want Ping An to deliver the letter...? Ping An may not..."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood! How can I use a beast to send a letter! I just want your magical little pet to smell and step on my love letter. It's good luck!"

"...???"

Cyril was dumbfounded.When did his Little Ao·Pixiu·His Highness Ping An have this function? ? ?Why doesn't he know? ? ?

"It doesn't take much effort. I promise you just need to stay on my letter safely for a while." Seeing Cyril's troubled face, Fermat added hastily.

"It's okay to lend it to you... But, I can know where you know that Ping An has this function?... I'm really not sure that Ping An can help you confess your success..." Cyril replied weakly.

"Uh...the last time Malfoy's house had a summer ball, his young master told everyone he met. The evidence is convincing. Now the whole Slytherin should know, as well as some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs."

Fermat looked at the junior opposite with a look of "Okay, everyone knows, you don't need to keep a low profile anymore", and his face was full of expressions of "You can't be too stingy, everyone is a teammate".

"Oh... here..." Cyril took out Ping An from his pocket with a dreamy face, and handed it to Senior Fermat.The latter carefully took Xiao Ao who was still asleep with both hands, happily returned to his seat, took out a pink envelope from his robe, and put Xiao Ao on it solemnly.Hands together.

I just couldn't see it!Cyril felt a bit of a stomachache, and turned his head unbearably.

"Ahem, baby." After witnessing the whole process, Gene tried his best to tear his longing gaze away from Fermat's hand, and solemnly looked at the student opposite with a deep expression on his face. , After thinking about it for a long time, I called him an extremely nasty title.

Cyril was in a daze, not paying attention to the fact that he was called "Baby" at all, and turned to look at Gene blankly.

"On behalf of the whole team, I present to you... Your Highness Ping An, an honorary letter of appointment."

? ? ?Cyril said "what the hell is that".

A bronzing parchment appeared in his hand at the right time, on which it was written in beautiful cursive script: The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and all the team members solemnly invite His Royal Highness Ping An to be Cyril McClain's teammate during his school days. team mascot.

During this period, His Royal Highness Ping An enjoys the supreme treatment in the team, with full board and lodging throughout the year, and an additional allowance of 5 Galleons per season.

The responsibilities are that you only need to sit in the town during the Slytherin team's game, and enjoy the company of a special caretaker, massage and walk, and unlimited water supply.

The signatures are from all the team members except Cyril.

Cyril turned his head and looked at John, who had an innocent face, with an accusation, and the latter spread his hands: "I also want the team to win the game."

The boy had to take a deep breath, opposite Gene was staring at the stars with a group of players.

Eventually the refusal was swallowed back in the throat.

The Hogwarts Express episode was just the beginning, and it was only after Cyril returned to school that she realized that Ping An had completely become an "Internet celebrity".This is something for later, let's not mention it for now.

Cyril's life at Hogwarts is back on track.Go to class on weekdays, go to the professor's office at night or do odd jobs or tutoring, sweat profusely on the Quidditch pitch on weekends or compete with Gryffindor to the death.Take time every day to learn the spells and elixirs of the White Fox Clan.The extraordinarily fulfilling days passed quickly, and 5 months passed in the blink of an eye.

The Quidditch match was held as scheduled, and this time Slytherin faced Gryffindor in the first match.

The weather on the day of the race was sunny, which was a rare good weather.The players who had been drilled hard by Gene for two months had red eyes before going on the field. They wanted to end the game immediately to relieve each other's nervous tension. Yesterday's Hufflepuff upset killed Ravenclaw's golden seeker. The golfers catalyzed the heat of the game.

"It's probably shit luck." Senior Parkinson shrugged while chewing Honeydukes' new rose bubble gum.

The Slytherins who knew a lot about the Hufflepuff team knew that as long as whoever wins the game before them, it is equivalent to winning the Quidditch Cup for the entire school year.

But what the Slytherins knew, so did the Gryffindors, and Bill Weasley's cheering chants from across the pitch sounded like a Expendables pep rally.

"Is our mascot here?" Gene rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Here it is, here it is." Cyril changed the broom to the other hand, and took out "Internet Celebrity Ping An" from his pocket.

"Where's our mascot escort?" Gene took Xiaoao Pixiu His Highness Ping'an devoutly, and yelled at the tent behind him.

"Here we come. Stop shouting!" A familiar female voice came from the tent.

"Hi! Wendy. It's you. I'm so glad to see you!" Cyril was very happy to see an acquaintance in the backcourt.

"Me too, little prince. That big fool of Gene said he wouldn't feel at ease handing over the mascot to anyone, so I'm here." Wendy exaggeratedly rolled her eyes towards the sky, and then stretched out her hands.

"Hi, how are you! The little mascot is safe." He became gentle with the little animal Wendy.

Gene glanced at Wendy twice, and after confirming that there seemed to be no problem, he summoned everyone to prepare for the battle.

"Listen to me, Gryffindor's slut Weasley has recruited two new big guys this year. They have good physical strength, but not enough flexibility. So we have to make a quick decision, and we can't drag it into a protracted battle."

To distinguish between Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley - both of whom happen to be on the team.Gene unilaterally nicknamed the two of them Slutty Weasley and Silly Baby Weasley respectively.

This is probably also a tradition. The two teams have never called each other's players by their real names in a serious manner.Like the last time Cyril overheard a Gryffindor suitor named Gene Flint the Chimpanzee.

Cyril immediately moved away from that Gryffindor after hearing Gene's address, because he didn't want to hear his nickname.

Even if he already knew - the "evil little prince" or something really deserves to be damned!Especially when he called it in a mocking tone, he looked like the slick son of the villain in the movie!

And no matter how it sounds, it's not serious!

vomit!

Fortunately, as soon as he stepped on the broom, the "little prince" left these blood-vomiting things behind him.Cyril and John have cooperated well in the past two months of training, and the absence of half a semester has not caused the pair of partners to lose their due tacit understanding.

Everyone strictly implemented the captain's policy of "quick battle and quick decision", and the score was pulled to 15:70 in the first 20 minutes.

Cyril was riding on the broom and blowing the wind, enjoying the fun of knocking the wanderer into the air time and time again, feeling that he had grown on the broom and merged with the sky and the club.

The game went off without a hitch, with the Slytherin Seekers picking up the Snitch within 45 minutes and Mrs Hooch blowing the whistle for the end of the game.

"Did you see the face of silly baby Weasley? It's the same color as his hair! Hahaha!"

Fermat made a loud voice and laughed like a bell with its own echo. At this moment, he was hugging his new girlfriend, Parkinson-senpai and bent over with a smile.

Yes, he succeeded in his quest.After handing out the 43rd love letter.At that time, he almost gave Ping An a tongue kiss, but Xi Ruier sternly rejected it.Although Xi Ruier still does not think that this is the credit of Ping An.

"Honey, let go of your iron-like arms!" Senior Parkinson probably felt good after winning the game, so she didn't let go of her male ticket's thick arms for the first time.

"Oh! I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Baby, you're so handsome today! Those few goals are amazing!!" Fermat turned into a "girlfriend slave" in a second, let go of his arm, He bowed his head and kissed his girlfriend's hair hard.

"I think our success today is not only related to everyone's hard training, but also has a lot to do with the blessing of our great mascot!" Gene excitedly lifted up his robe and wiped the sweat from his face, shouting loudly.

"..." - Cyril who stared at the dog belt.

"Yes! Ping An is great!" ——All the teammates headed by Fermat agreed.

Somebody moved a case of butterbeer, and the team members excitedly stood in the tents in the backcourt and began to celebrate.

"To Slytherin! To Ping An! To everyone!" Gene held up the wine bottle in his hand, and embraced Wendy, who was holding Ping An and smiling, with a very happy smile.

"To Slytherin! To safety! To everyone!" The team members raised their butter beer one after another, and Cyril happily clinked glasses with everyone. Although it was strange to respect one's own pets, nothing mattered if they won the game. It doesn't matter anymore, does it!

Cyril hadn't attended the whole Slytherin common room celebration that night because Snape called him away suddenly in the middle.

"Professor, what's the matter?" Cyril had grown taller recently and no longer had to trot to chase after Professor Snape, although he still needed to walk quickly to keep up.

"Your grandfather, Mr. Lin, is back, and we have a meeting tonight." Snape walked ahead in a long-legged black robe.

"Wow! I can see grandpa tonight! Are my parents coming?"

"Ah."

"Professor..." Cyril followed Snape around a corner and continued walking upstairs.

"Ok?"

"We won the game today."

"..."

"Hey, I mean, we won pretty well, without accident..."

"Mr. McLean."

"Yes!"

"If you spend your precious time every weekend and end up playing like Gryffindor...then I think it's better to just disband." Snape turned around suddenly, staring at the boy with obsidian-like eyes With big gray-green eyes, he said expressionlessly.

"Uh...you're right." Cyril lowered his invisible big fox tail.

"The result of the competition can only be said to be unsatisfactory. If I ask you to think about your poor dean next time, it's best to finish it within half an hour, so as not to delay making a dose of cold medicine."

A light word floated out of Snape's mouth and dissipated in Cyril's ears. After the words fell, Snape turned around again and strode upstairs, faster than before.