Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"So you are best at herbalism?" Cyril watched in amazement as Roland took out a portable magnifying glass from somewhere on his wrist, as long as he put an object under the mirror, the mirror would automatically identify its type and variety Magic plants only.

Cyril's eyes seemed to glow when he saw something he was interested in, and his eyes were round, and he was looking at the magnifying glass in the French boy's hand without blinking.

Roland felt that there was a curious cat sitting beside him, and couldn't help itching in his heart. He stroked the Oriental boy's bangs lightly, and then said with a smile, "If you like it, I'll give it to you. I still have it at home."

Cyril felt a shadow sweeping across his eyes, and his hair was touched, so he couldn't help turning his head to avoid it, and replied with a smile: "No, I just want to sigh, I usually don't need it. Thank you for your kindness."

Roland saw that Cyril was not politely resigning, and he didn't insist on being considerate. He shrugged and said, "I do like herbalism, and it has something to do with my family's influence. My family participates in compiling new magical plant atlases every year. It sounds like It's boring, but I find it extremely interesting."

"I've always been interested in Potions and Herbalism, but I didn't expect that the illustrated book I'm using now is from your family! Oh my god, it's amazing!" Cyril could not wait to go back to the dormitory and take the book out for him to sign.

"Actually, it's okay, isn't your family good at potions?"

"It may be more accurate to talk about potions. My great-grandfather was the chief pharmacist of St. Mungo's. My grandfather is a stranger. He doesn't like making potions, but he likes the magic plants used to make potions. Observe them and so on. .My grandma likes magical animals, and they are a perfect match... When it comes to my dad, it's even worse. Although he is good at potions and herbs, my dad said he prefers business...I haven't yet Find my direction, but I like purely researching these or making medicines."

"I think you have great potential to be a doctor. You must work hard!" Roland looked at the delicate boy in front of him with a smile and encouraged him from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you."

In the end, each school returned to live in its own means of transportation, which is more convenient for both parties.Usually, they attend lectures with their respective partner academies, and occasionally play a game of Quidditch on weekends, and they live a happy life.

This morning, Cyril was sitting at the long table while reading an isolated herbal medicine borrowed from her grandfather, while eating the fruit salad in the bowl.

He had recently learned a new and useful little spell - from Professor Snape.It is a small-scale book protection and isolation spell.

Originally Snape didn't want to teach him the spell, because in his opinion, reading while eating was a blasphemy against books.

However, Cyril gave him an example to show him that his time was really tight, and he would only read it when he was about to finish eating breakfast, which did not affect his normal eating, but there were always some things on the table that he could not fully notice food residue.In short, the result was that Professor Snape compromised again, and taught him this little spell like Doraemon.

This afternoon, the selection of the representatives of the five-school alliance will be held. All those who want to participate are actively reviewing magical creatures and herbal medicine. Cyril is usually interested, and his grades have always been very good, so I just continue to take time to continue looking for information. Find out how to clear the professor's mark.

The selection test in the afternoon is mainly divided into the written test of the preliminary test and the interview of the re-test.All those who wanted to compete sat in the auditorium.The auditorium has been temporarily arranged as a single-person, single-seat preliminary test venue.

Because the risk factor level of the five-school league competition is relatively low, but the professional skills and knowledge level requirements are relatively high, so many interested students signed up without pressure, and the huge auditorium was almost full.

The boy got the paper and looked it over. Half of the choices and half of the subjective questions seemed to be okay.

"The following plants should be kept away from light and moisture, but they should be soaked with cat urine regularly..." Cyril was thinking casually while checking the options.

He came to sign up for this competition purely because he heard that the champion could harvest a mysterious, precious and rare magic plant.When I received a birthday gift from my professor this year, I realized that I had never celebrated his birthday or given him a gift.

Knowing from Benny that the professor's birthday is on January 1th, Cyril, who had never thought about what to give, had an idea when he saw the prize on the poster of the Five Schools Alliance.

And... Thinking of the fact that the professor has also amazed everyone in such a competition (although as a teacher, he didn't know what was going on at the time, he showed his hand anyway), Cyril eagerly wanted to prove it in such a competition. Take a look at yourself.

Although I know that there is still a disparity in strength between myself and my teacher, but after all, I am the person who is favored by the "Merlin Second Class Jazz Medal Winner" (Coconut: Are you sure???) You must not lose face!

Cyril quickly finished the objective questions, turned over a page of parchment, dipped it in ink, and started to do the subjective questions.

Time passed bit by bit, and finally the last question was reached.The boy moved his somewhat stiff neck, and peeked at the progress of the people around him. Many people had just started to do subjective questions, so they couldn't help being [-]% more sure that they could represent Hogwarts in the competition.

His eyes fell, and then he looked at the last question, and the confidence rate in his heart instantly increased to 90.00%.

Cyril stared dumbfounded at the last big question, which was a paper with a perfect score of 13.7. This question was worth [-] points.But what surprised him was not the scattered scores, but the question itself.

The boy looked at the parchment in his hand silently, as if he wanted to stare at a hole in it, and then stretched his neck blankly to observe the invigilator in front of him.Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall gave him a look of doubt and encouragement.Bow your head silently, pick up your pen...

"The paper reads: Please describe the function and characteristics of the oriental plant, Lemon shellfish strain, and your conjecture on the direction in which it can be used."

Cyril could swear by the spike on the tip of Ping'an's tail that this question was posed by his family, because in the whole of Hogwarts, except him, no one knows what a chrysanthemum is and where it comes from.

This golden finger is too obvious!A good match made it look like a game, and Cyril couldn't help laughing.

After handing in the test papers, Cyril and everyone came out of the auditorium one file at a time. Hearing the people around him talk about how abnormally difficult the test questions were, he felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.The test paper was approved in 10 minutes, and the professor said that the results of the preliminary test would be announced at dinner time.

Snape, who was grading the test papers, came out of the auditorium, just in time to see Cyril, who was chatting happily with that French boy again, and couldn't help frowning fiercely.

"Prefect McLean, come here, you have something to deal with, don't forget about business." Snape took two quick steps, grabbed the little troll who was beaming with joy, his tone was cold.

Although he didn't remember what business he hadn't done at all, he still greeted Roland obediently: "Then I'll go there first, and I'll show you that plant next time. See you later."

"See you later." Roland wore a dark silver wizard robe today, narrowed his blue-purple eyes in a good-tempered manner, and waved his hand gracefully.By the way, he bowed to Professor Snape from afar.The latter replied with a tense, reserved and inconspicuous nod.

Cyril trotted behind Snape all the way, and Snape walked very fast and anxiously today, with a tornado special effect all the way, blowing into the cellar at high speed.

"Touch!" The door closed, Snape didn't take off his robe as usual, but directly sat on the single sofa angrily, and called for a glass of ice water with his wand.

"sit."

Cyril sat down blankly.

"Have you raised other magical creatures besides your strange little turtle?"

Snape pondered for a long time, and asked a question that made people scratch their heads.

"No...does it count as an ordinary cat?" Cyril replied hesitantly, and then his mind was full of images of fighting with Laobao for slippers for so many years.

"It doesn't count." Snape snorted, his lips were tightly closed, his Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and he continued: "Listen, I suggest you start talking to Hagrid more from today, don't interrupt me .Go to the library to pick up a few books on small and medium-sized treasures of magical creatures, and ask him for advice."

"...???" Cyril was bewildered.

"..." Snape was silent for a moment, then sighed faintly.

"I can understand that... I may have performed well in the initial test just now?" The boy asked with interest, his big gray-green eyes open.

"For a test paper of this level, deducting one more point will greatly doubt your IQ. What are you expecting, Mr. McLean."

Xi Ruier forcibly flattened the corners of his upturned mouth, gently picked up the glass of water that belonged to him in front of him, and took a sip.

Today's dinner party was full of people from the school, including the French girls who often went back to their carriage for dinner, and everyone sat upright, looking expectantly at the parchment Dumbledore was holding in his hand.

Beside Dumbledore were the principals of the other four schools. They each took a card from Dumbledore and exchanged a few words in a low voice from time to time.

All the students in the audience, especially those who took the afternoon written test, were extremely nervous. Cyril was also a little nervous because of the whole atmosphere, but looking at John who was more nervous than himself, he was a little speechless.

"You didn't take the exam in the afternoon, why are you shaking your legs?"

"Huh? Did I shake my legs? Oh! God, it turned out to be true. You don't know, I always think that no one is more suitable for this competition than you! So don't be nervous." John said incoherently Said.

"I'm not very nervous, but you, calm down, here, drink some water."

John took a sip of water and continued to stretch his neck to look at the teacher's desk.

"Students, please be quiet!" Principal Dumbledore stood up and gave himself a "loud voice".

"I think everyone is impatient, and so are we. So the principals of each school will announce the three students who are shortlisted for the re-examination. I will announce first, the outstanding student representative of Hogwarts is..."