Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After washing white, Cyril comfortably changed into pure cotton home clothes and wandered around the room wearing fur slippers. Although it was summer, the temperature in McLean Manor might be suitable or even a bit cool because it was on the top of the mountain or the magic circle.

Cyril stepped on his slippers and walked around the third floor of the manor, just in time to see his father who was processing documents in the study.

"Benny, look at my Pikachu fur slippers! Biscuit knows Pikachu!"

"Son, blow dry your hair. I asked the biscuit to buy it." Benny said without looking up.

"In the Muggle Emporium." Biscuit added succinctly, with resentful eyes.

"Um...Thank you for your hard work. Biscuits."

"My honor." Biscuit still had a dry tone, revealing the mood of "not an honor" from the inside out.

Cyril immediately let go of this topic, turned around and asked, "When will Mom and the others come back?"

Benny glanced at the time with his wand, and said, "It's probably about ten minutes."

"Then I'll wait for them in the garden!"

"Bring the biscuits with you."

"Ok."

Benny was expected to be on time, and 10 minutes later a carriage that was exactly the same as they had arrived pulled up at the gate, and this time Biscuit opened the gate directly, so they didn't get to see the bare top of the mountain, and they didn't enjoy the wind on the top.

Cyril jumped up to say hello cheerfully.

Surprisingly, Wu Thirty also came, a gentle and elegant man with a white fur hat on his head—Ivan.

"Hello, Uncle Wu." Cyril said hello obediently, and then hugged his younger brother who was screaming at him.

"Mom, grandpa and grandma, I'll take Ivan to the back to see capuchin monkeys and velvet."

"Go, take it easy." Bai Zhi smiled and patted her eldest grandson's head.

The dinner was just like the biscuits said, pure French dishes, Ivan's special case, in front of me was a plate of gossip made with green beans and carrots, which was very eye-catching.

The whole family is very proficient with knives and forks, and even Mr. Wu Sao's movements are very standard.The happiest thing about this is Cookies, who snapped his fingers happily (with no expression) and set out an oversized ice cream cake.

Cyril's birthday came as scheduled, and on his birthday, Cyril invited all his friends in England.

This was the first informal public meeting at McLean Manor, and many parents came to congratulate with their children's invitation letters.

"Hi, little prince! You look great today!" Wendy walked with Gene from the lawn fountain and handed him a birthday present.

"Thank you, Wendy. You look brilliant today!" Cyril never stinged with sweet words when facing the beautiful young lady.He was wearing a pair of creamy white suspenders and a silk short-sleeved shirt today, and his hair was forcibly done by biscuit. He was indeed as beautiful as a little prince.

"Brother Cyril, happy birthday!" Little Baozi Draco came to Cyril's side at some point, pursed his lips and handed over the two gift boxes in his hand.

"Thank you, baby." Cyril couldn't hold back and squatted down to kiss the other's soft little cheek—just like he did to Ivan every time.

There were two blushes on Draco's fair face, he tugged at the hem of his clothes, and straightened his back even more.

"Why are there two gifts?" Cyril deliberately teased him.

"One is for Ping An. It is the small enamel pot that my father and I bought from France last time. It can just be used as a holiday cottage for Ping An."

"...I thank you for Ping An, okay?"

This side is peaceful, and the other side of the manor garden is also very harmonious. The Slytherin trio is gathered together!

Benny, Lucius and Snape stood aside with a glass of red wine, watching the noisy children and chatting in low voices.

"It's hard to imagine that you would be willing to come. I always thought you couldn't avoid this kind of gathering." Lucius looked at his friend's silent profile and began to tease.

"I'm here because I have business to do." The black-haired wizard gently swirled the red wine in his glass, took a sip, and said.

"What's the matter? A birthday present? What did you prepare for the children of Senior McLean's family?"

"Shut up your gossip, Lucius. I'm bringing a letter for Dumbledore. His old man is far away in the United States and won't be back for a while. He wants me to give this to you. He said personally The delivery is more sincere." The tone of the last few words is obviously aggravated.

Benny took the thick letter and asked in puzzlement, "What is this? Don't keep it up."

"There's a big event next semester, didn't Lucius tell you?"

"Hey! I just found out, why didn't I tell Benny?" Lucius immediately came out to protest.

Snape hooked the corners of his lips, and continued: "Five Schools Alliance. Don't say you are surprised by this news."

"Wait, what does the five-school alliance have to do with us?" Benny was at a loss.

"The subject of this year is - where are the magical creatures. So..." Snape looked at his old senior meaningfully and sympathetically.

"No, you can't invite..." Benny protested weakly.

"Actually, we've already been invited. It's just a note and instructions." Snape smirked.

"Well, it's getting late, I'll go over and say hello, see you back at school." Snape easily put down the crystal goblet in his hand, straightened the hem of his robe, and walked in the direction of a large group of little trolls.

"Here. Happy birthday." The black-haired wizard dryly stuffed a small velvet box into Cyril's hand.

The wizard seemed to have thought of something, and took out a colorful packing box from his pocket and threw it into Cyril's arms, curling his lips in disgust: "Dumbledore gave it to you. He can't come."

"Thank you, Professor." Cyril grabbed the gift box in full view, feeling a little dazed for a moment.And all the "little animals" around him didn't dare to make a sound, including the little bun Draco.

Snape watched the big boy put away the gift box he had given him (automatically ignoring the one Dumbledore gave him), turned around in satisfaction, and strode away, leaving behind a handsome figure and the passage like Moses dividing the sea in the crowd.

In the evening, I packed a wave of gifts first.There was also an envelope in Dumbledore's gift box, which contained a medal with P written on it.

Cyril excitedly grabbed the medal and showed it up and down the entire McLean Manor, including the grandfather who had fallen asleep and was awakened by him and the biscuit who was cleaning the piano.

"I'm proud of you, son. Two years later, the chairman of the student council will be yours. Back then, I was the prefect of the 4th grade and the chairman of the 6th grade." Benny patted his son's shoulder in his nightgown, looking very eager to give He came to give a kiss and hug and hold him high—he restrained himself completely.

Excited until midnight, the boy dawdled back to his room.

After taking a shower, Cyril sat on the bed in her pajamas and picked up the velvet gift box on the bedside table.He held his breath and opened it, and an unexpected and expected small thing came into view.

It was the Medal of Merlin, Second Class, which he finally returned to Professor Snape.

A note was pressed under the medal and unfolded carefully. On it was a familiar domineering font: "We hope to encourage each other.——SS"

The boy tightly held the sharp-edged medal in his hand, and he didn't feel any pain in his hands. He rolled happily on the bed, and accidentally turned into a white fox.

Although he can already change his body freely, but when he is emotionally excited, he prefers to stay in the prototype, which makes him feel more relaxed, such as now.

The little white fox happily twirled, jumped and rolled on the bed, making creaking sounds.

The news of the five-school alliance was announced directly at the opening dinner, when Cyril had already communicated with Antonia, the female prefect of Slytherin, on the express.

Cyril still sat next to his friends, and Gene concentrated on his own Quidditch captain after retiring - this year's student council president is Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.It seems that he himself is very satisfied with the arrangement of concentrating on being the captain, and is whispering with Cyril about his experience as a prefect while waiting for the freshman branch.

"You know the prefect's bathroom, really, it's amazing. You can make a bubble bath that mixes more than three fruit scents." Gene said to Cyril with a look of longing.

"Why do you, a straight man, want to take a fruit bubble bath?" Wendy rolled her eyes and grabbed Gene's arm.

Cyril walked past Wendy and Gene, and sighed in unison with John: "When did you get together?!"

Gene coughed dryly, with an indistinct blush on his face: "Before the holiday."

"We wanted to tell you at your birthday party..." Seeing everyone's fierce faces, Gene immediately added an explanation.

"In the end, the dean was scared and forgot." Wendy added calmly.

"..." Cyril said with a blank face.

"...Actually, I think their reasons are very good. I wanted to go to the bathroom at the time, but I drank two glasses of cider sparkling wine when I got nervous..." "Idiot" John turned his back in an instant.

"Everyone be quiet! This year our school will host the five-school alliance exhibition competition." Dumbledore announced by knocking on the crystal cup after the freshmen were all divided.

In an instant, the audience exploded. The five-school alliance has always been an inter-school exchange meeting that puts friendship first, competition second, and exchanges.Being held at Hogwarts means that this year, Hogwarts will be extremely lively.

"I know everyone is very excited, but listen to me first, children!" Dumbledore had to come out again to maintain order.

"The theme of the five-school alliance this time is "Where are the magical creatures?" So, there will be many experts in this field, and there will be many interesting magical creatures. Before everything comes, I must solemnly warn Everyone: Safety first." Dumbledore changed his serious expression.

"Representatives from the other four schools will arrive in October and stay at our school until the end of Christmas. So... I suggest that everyone stay at school for the Christmas dinner, of course it is not mandatory, after all, the opportunity is rare. In addition, about Quidditch Contest……"

When Professor Dumbledore said this, Cyril obviously felt that Gene beside him breathed a sigh of relief, and his back straightened.

"After Christmas, as usual. At the same time, I suggest that when other schools come, we hold a few more friendly matches, which will be decided by Mrs. Hooch and the captains of the various colleges."