Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore immediately made a mark, and then signaled to Cyril that it was okay.

"Success." Snape murmured.

"Baby did it." Benny was also a little dazed.

Mr. Lin lifted his grandson who had made the "receive" gesture from above, touched his little head, and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Go, go back and have a rest." As he said that, he took the lead in pulling Xi Ruier, who was a little physically weak, down the rooftop.

"Mixed races are indeed more talented. No wonder it is said that the farther the geographical distance is, the better..." Mr. Lin sighed again.

"..." Cyril was so tired that he didn't want to talk at all.

"..." The topic changed a little too quickly for everyone who couldn't keep up.

After returning to the principal's office, Cyril obediently hugged a cup of hot chocolate and curled up in the soft sofa chair, watching a group of adults mark the directions drawn by Dumbledore.

"5 lines, it means there are 5 more." Dumbledore said in a low voice, pressing the lines on the parchment.

"Old Deng, look here, this line is extra thick, can we think that..."

"I understand what you mean, Old Lin. I think so, and this is what I have always guessed. For so many years, I insisted that he did not die at all, including the broken soul in his body..."

"That's exactly what I wanted to do. This is going to be troublesome... You said that one hair will affect the whole body. If he feels it when we destroy his Horcrux, he will make a dozen or twenty more in a fit of anger..."

Cyril couldn't help shivering, and Snape's face paled visibly, as if he had been struck by the dozen or so Horcrux scenes in his mind.

At that time, it will become a search for Horcruxes by the whole people. It would be better for the Ministry of Magic to hold a "Where are the Horcruxes?" event... Thinking about it, it will be thunderous and sour...

"Ahem!" Dumbledore choked on a mouthful of milk tea at Lao Lin's words, and at the moment he was stuck in his throat, and almost lost his breath.

"You're right...ahem...and Horcruxes are extremely dangerous. The crown is an example. It lures people who don't know the truth to go up and touch it, and then find any chance to replace it. Tom must not be allowed to make more Horcruxes Yes. According to the thinking just now, the light in this grid is extremely weak, and we can preliminarily judge that it is a semi-finished product, or a small piece of soul, but the light appears and disappears from time to time, which is very troublesome."

"Well, it's like this." Lao Lin stroked his beard, picked out a piece of red, auspicious-looking candy from Dumbledore's candy box, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh! Bah, bah, bah!!! How can there be candies that smell like chili peppers!" Mr. Lin walked around the room for a long time and finally spit the candy into the trash can.

"Oh! New summer product, it is said to be your SICHUAN hot pot flavor, which can remove moisture..." Dumbledore glanced at his trash can regretfully, showing off his newly learned Chinese terminology.

"Dad, let's discuss Horcruxes. How do we get so many..." Lin Jiu changed back to her original form at some point, jumped to her son's side, and sat firmly on his son's lap. Impatiently wagging its big tail.

"Hi! Mom, you can talk in a fox state!" Cyril was astonished holding the cup.

"Your dad has newly developed a spell, you can learn it when you come back!" Lin Jiu swiped his son's chin with his big fluffy tail, and replied cheerfully.

"Mmmmmmm!"

"Mrs. McLean is right, let's take a look at these horcruxes first. I suggest starting with the normal three, which is more experienced. My idea is that before we find a way to eliminate the horcruxes, we still Put away what you find first. In case Voldemort finds out."

Everyone agreed.

"Let me take a look and make a number. Let's start with A. This time, I will go to find out the news. When I have further clues, considering the powerful black magic on the Horcrux, we will solve it together. Cyril, You performed extremely well tonight, go back and have a good rest. Of course, if you want, your family will stay overnight at Hogwarts tonight, and you can talk to them."

Dumbledore blinked and smiled at Cyril in a friendly manner.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore. Good night."

"Good night, my child."

After Xi Ruier bid farewell to the dean, he followed his family and walked towards the guest room.

Since the last meeting, when the number of Horcruxes was tentatively determined, Professor Dumbledore has become busy. He can be seen at the teacher's table less than twice a week, and grandpa and his parents also returned When I arrived in China, I heard from my mother that my grandfather was studying the method of destroying Horcruxes recently, and said that I would go back to discuss with some senior acquaintances.

The summer vacation of the third grade came in a blink of an eye. Cyril didn't go to the fireplace with the professor this time, but met Benny's father who picked him up at King's Railway Station.

"Hey, dad, why are you here, I can go back by myself!" Cyril smiled and jumped on his dad's back.Benny still looks handsome, no change from the way he sent his son to Hogwarts three years ago, but Cyril has grown from a soft bun to a little boy, the baby cheeks have become fatter, The overall height has also grown a lot, the only thing that remains the same is the pair of round gray-green eyes and the upturned corners of the mouth.

"Son, I want to take you to a good place. Go, follow!" Benny patted his son on the shoulder, and happily pulled his son to the outside of the platform.

It wasn't until sitting in the carriage that Cyril believed that he didn't need to go back to China this time. No wonder when he asked the professor if he would go to the Ministry of Magic together the night before the holiday, the professor replied "we'll talk about it later".

"Is this a rented carriage?"

Cyril and his father were not as restrained as they were when they went to the Ministry of Magic last time in the carriage.Touching, touching, and grabbing a cushion to carefully look at the words embroidered on it.

"McLean"—my family name emblazoned on the velvet cushions.

"Dad, is the rental industry so caring now? And there are exclusive pillows?"

"This is my son in a carriage, so quickly put down your raised feet. Please sympathize with the fruits of the biscuit's labor!"

"Who's Biscuit?"

"My house elf is more...emmm...reasonable."

"Cool! Where shall we go then?"

"You'll know when we get there." Benny hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a handsome smile.

The carriage drove for about an hour, and after three sleeps, Cyril was finally woken up by Benny.The two got off the carriage and stood on a bare hilltop to enjoy the breeze silently.

"Where is this?" Cyril was shocked.

"Cough, welcome to your home, McLean Manor." Benny looked a little nervous, coughed lightly, and took out his wand.

Inexplicably, a lyrics appeared in Xi Ruier's mind, "My family lives on the loess high slope... oh~~"

The top of the mountain is windy, just in line with the atmosphere of this song...

I saw Benny making a small cut on his fingertip with his wand, walking to an ordinary stone, and dripping blood on it. Suddenly, the stone shone brightly, and then pulled up a... manor on the ground.

In front of Cyril and Benny, there was a wrought iron gate, and an old elf opened the gate and bowed deeply to them.

"The biscuit welcomes the young master and the young master back home! The biscuit is so excited, the young master finally remembered the biscuit!"

The elf who called himself Biscuit closed his mouth firmly after saying these few words dryly, and then looked at Benny silently with a pair of big amber eyes filled with tears.

"Biscuit, I haven't forgotten you. I haven't seen you for a few years, but I talk more. This is my son, Cyril McLean."

Benny stepped forward and gave Biscuit a friendly hug. Cyril noticed that Biscuit's ears drooped instantly, and the corners of his eyes narrowed into happy arcs.

Kind of cute!

"Hello, young master Cyril."

"Hi Biscuit, you can just call me Cyril." Cyril was a little unaccustomed to being called the young master, so he interrupted hastily.

"Okay, Cyril." The biscuit's answer was just like its name, crunchy.

"..." The inertia of thinking made Cyril think that the other party would refuse, but he didn't.

The cold elf walked in first, and by the way introduced with precious words: "The paperwork has been done over the years; the hygiene is as good as ever; you and your wife sleep in the master bedroom, and your in-laws sleep on the east side, Cyril Sleep in the west; eat French for dinner. What do you think?"

"can."

"Well. The bath water has been put away. I just received the news that my wife and the family will arrive in an hour. During this time, we can provide your favorite snacks. Do you think it's okay?"

"Row."

"Well, let's arrange it like this. The back yard and the front yard have been taken care of, and some rare potions sent by the master and wife have been planted. If Cyril is interested, you can go and have a look at it later, or you can do it yourself Plant something you like, and when the time comes, just call for the biscuit, and the biscuit will help."

Said that the amber eyes looked back at Cyril, and Cyril inexplicably felt that the house elf in front of him was [-] meters tall.

"...Thank you, okay."

"You don't need to say thank you to me, I'll be sorry." Biscuit replied in a calm tone.

"..."

It's hard to imagine that Papa Benny was brought up by such a different elf.I feel that my father didn't develop into the second disease, it is Meilin's blessing!

Biscuits are not only crunchy in speech, but also crunchy in work.In less than 10 minutes, all the luggage brought by Cyril and Benny was packed away. There was an ocean series of bubble baths in the bathroom, and exquisite afternoon tea was placed on the balcony outside. It looks dark and dilapidated because it has not been lived in for a long time, but it is full of vitality. The windows are bright and clean, bright and fresh.

From the window, you can see all kinds of colorful magical plants in the backyard, and there are a few small animals that are running and climbing vaguely. It seems that they are well taken care of by Biscuit.

The room Cyril now lives in is specially prepared for him. Benny said that whenever there is a new member in the family, McLean’s old house will have an extra room, and the next door to his room is a tender green baby room. The master is obvious.

I thought I would live in a Gothic castle, but it turned into a small fairytale manor, and I couldn't be happier physically and mentally.