Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After the dinner, Cyril took a group of little furries across the hall for the first time as "Big Brother" to go back to the Slytherin common room.

Strutting all the way, proud of the spring breeze, it seems that he is a pony who has finally become a local snake.

Then, meet Gryffindor at the gate.

The other party's prefect is also an "old acquaintance" - silly baby Weasley.

It only took half a second for Cyril to decide to walk over first.In fact, Charlie Weasley thought so too.

The two don't even have time to be sarcastic about each other.

In the end, they were all squeezed at the wooden door...

How familiar is this scene... History is always surprisingly similar.

At that time, Prefect Andrew was fighting Gryffindor, and now Cyril was fighting Silly Baby.

"What's the matter, silly baby? This door doesn't belong to your house, please excuse me, you're so fat that I can't breathe."

Cyril swears that he is by no means such a mean person, but Weasley is like a mutated and powerful catalyst, and he can't help but want to say something when he sees him.

Charlie Weasley was really furious, and stuttered a little angrily: "You, you dark prince, this is not your castle! Also, aren't you bad at English?!"

"It's a century ago, silly baby. Dad is very busy, please let me go and play by myself."

Cyril raised his chin, showed a smirk, and unceremoniously stomped on the red-haired prefect secretly with his new leather shoes. While the other party was stunned, he walked past them with a group of little snakes .

There was a faint whisper of collapse behind him: "Didn't you say that he is Slytherin's little sweetheart? The little prince of the East? Why do you feel fierce?"

"He's on good terms with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor feud."

"I heard that he has a pet that is more powerful than Felicia!"

"I know it too!! It's called betel nut or pigeon or something, a strange name."

"His mother's language."

"..."

Cyril stalked and walked gracefully in front of the adoring eyes of his juniors, just like Andrew did back then, explaining the entrance and password, and asked the freshmen to wait for the dean's routine speech in the common room.

Sitting on the sofa chair at the side, Cyril looked at the little beans that were as quiet as chickens on the opposite side, and suddenly felt a little emotional, probably he was so scared back then.

Professor Snape stepped on the spot, and came over in all black clothes. Cyril got up, stood quietly aside, and looked at the professor in the lecture from a new angle.

……

"So, go back to the dormitory now, don't let me find out that someone violated the school rules on the first day... Believe me, you won't want to know the consequences."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone scattered, and Cyril followed Snape all the way.

"how?"

"The moon is full tonight." Cyril replied with a smile.

"I remember the prefect's bedroom has windows." Snape replied calmly, showing that he was in a good mood.

"I have withdrawn it. I don't want to be separated from my roommates. They are all very good friends. And you have also approved to sign." Cyril pushed the door open for the professor nonchalantly.

"Oh? I don't know...you two have such deep feelings?" Snape raised his eyebrows, and took off his robes as he entered the room, and Cyril took it and helped him hang it on the hanger by the door.

"It's fine if you're here, bring your timetable, and you won't have to make an extra trip tomorrow morning." Snape unbuttoned the collars of two shirts and picked up a dozen parchments on the table.

"Ok."

Cyril took the parchment and stuffed it into his wide pocket, and took out his "Internet Red Ping An" by the way, and put it in the shallow basin on Professor Snape's window sill.

There are also a few stones and a water plant in the light blue porcelain pot.Ping An found his favorite place to stay, and slowly lay flat and began to absorb the moonlight shining in with his breath.

look!Although the professor said that he didn't want to keep Ping An anymore, Ping An's small water basin was still crystal clear and full of vitality.Cyril didn't know what she was being silly about.Just happy.

Fast forward to October, and two schools in the United States—Kensart in the west and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the north—arrived as scheduled.

The principals of the two schools looked unexpectedly young, and even the principal of Kensart stylishly wore denim bell bottoms.

"Albus, old friend! I'm here to poach people again, I hope you don't mind! After all, there is a shortage of talents in my place, and that cunning ghost from Ilvermorny secretly raised the salary of teachers." Kensart's dean Had a short hug with Dumbledore, and whispered something by the way.

"Welcome, Kennedy. Although I still insist that you can't poach anyone, because Hogwarts is the home of teachers and students. Also, I suggest you have a good chat with your brother. Monopolistic competition is always bad." Deng Brido replied with a smile.

"He's not my brother, we have nothing to talk about!" Kennedy replied arrogantly, stomping the spurs on his leather boots for a while.

"Long time no see, Albus. Thank you for hosting this event, we have caused you trouble." The headmaster of Ilvermorny, dressed in a decent suit, stepped forward to shake hands with Dumbledore.

"Welcome, Splendid. Clinton. You are still in good spirits!"

"It's still the same. Kennedy is still immature. It's obvious that the school is going to fail, and he didn't cooperate with me because of anger." The principal named Clinton has a gentle face and a gentle look.

If you insist on putting these two principals in the United States in a row, and look back and forth carefully (by the way, shave off Kennedy's beard), you will find that these two people look very much alike—after all, they are twin brothers.

During the chat, French Beauxbatons also came in the carriage of Pegasus. The Pegasus was bigger than the Pegasus in the carriage that Cyril was riding in. Its smooth fur was silver-blue, very beautiful and very rare.

A group of delicate male and female students in light blue robes came down from the carriage and surrounded their principal—Madame Maxime.

Madame Maxime has a delicate and beautiful face, but she is tall and too tall.It is 2 heads taller than Dumbledore and Professor Snape standing next to Dumbledore. Visually, it is [-] meters tall, like a beautiful hill.

When Mrs. Maxim handed the backs of her hands to several principals one by one, the men who were not short in stature didn't need to bend down.

"Albus, stay safe."

"You too, Maxim, you are still beautiful."

"Heck, stop teasing me. Get someone to look after my horses, they've been flying all the way, they're exhausted, and they only drink..."

"Spring malt whiskey, I know." Hagrid, who had always been quiet, seemed to have drunk whiskey himself, blushing, and took the initiative to stand up to take care of those delicate pegasus.

"Yes, yes, you are a knowledgeable person. What's your name?" Mrs. Maxime glanced at Hagrid, who was also very tall, and asked with interest.

"Rubus Hagrid. You may call me Rubeus, fair lady."

"Nice to meet you, Ruburt."

Cyril, standing in the front row as a prefect, felt that he had witnessed the germination of a transnational love...

With the impact of the first three schools, the Germans are much more low-key.They drove up a submarine from the bottom of the black lake, and then a group of big boys in tight black T-shirts jumped off the boat one after another.

"Good afternoon, Albus, I hope I'm not late." A wizard with a goatee greeted in a high-pitched voice.

"It doesn't exist, as long as you are late today, Igor." Dumbledore replied gently.

"That's good."

Cyril was close enough to see that goatee turned to Professor Snape after greeting Dumbledore, bared his teeth at him, and showed a twisted smile, while Professor Snape He glanced at him inscrutablely, but there was no response.

Dumbledore led everyone into the auditorium, and Hogwarts was newly decorated to welcome guests from afar, with school badges and seasonal flowers hanging.

Just in time to start the dinner party.

Dumbledore made a welcome speech first, and indicated that starting tomorrow, experts would arrive one after another with their magical creatures, and he assigned brothers and sisters colleges by the way.

Sitting on the long Slytherin table were students from Beauxbatons, France. At first Cyril thought that Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be led by girls, because they seemed to have more girls, and their yin and yang were very weak.

However, it was a 6th grade French boy who came to approach the prefect.

"Hi, I'm Roland Saint-Pierre. The team leader this time, I hope to get along well in the next few months." Roland spoke with a French-specific nasal voice, not unpleasant, but a little cute.The big French boy was tall and thin, with golden-brown hair and blue-purple eyes.Is a handsome boy.

On the way he stood up and walked over, Cyril saw many girls cast veiled attention to this side.

"Hello, St. Pierre. I'm Cyril McLean, Prefect of Slytherin. You may call me Cyril."

"Cyril, you can just call me Roland." Although Roland was handsome, there was a unique small arc at the corner of his mouth when he smiled, which made him look less stable and more lively and shy like a big boy.

"Your English is really good, I thought, French, you know..." Cyril shrugged and blinked playfully.

"Oh. My grandmother was English, so..."

"That's amazing, I'm biracial too. My dad is British and my mum is Chinese."

"What a coincidence!" Roland smiled, rolled his eyes, and finally brought his own plate over, and sat down with Cyril.

Dumbledore specially separated the two American schools to sit in the college, and the atmosphere in the auditorium was harmonious.

On the teacher's seat, Professor Snape sat there the whole time, accepting interruptions from his "old acquaintance" Karkaroff from time to time, and paying attention to the audience chatting with a French wolf with a big tail in sheep's clothing I saw a little monster with no teeth but no eyes.