Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore paused here, looked at the students waiting with bated breath, and said happily, "It's really a very outstanding achievement, very amazing. Cyril McLean!..."

Two more Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors followed, but Cyril couldn't care about those at the moment, because Slytherin was already blowing up.

The little snakes stood up reservedly and warmly to applaud their prefects. Gene even led all the members of the Quidditch team to stand on chairs and whistle. The champion not just entered the retest.

"I knew it!!! What a good Cyril!!!" John patted the boy's shoulder arrogantly, completely different from the one who was so nervous that he shook his legs just now.

"Low-key. Man, low-key." Cyril smiled and brought the people around him back to their seats.

"Your re-examination will be at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Please go to the classroom on the west side on time. So, Madam Maxim, are you coming?"

"Okay, Albus." Madame Maxime stood up slowly, standing there conspicuously - because of her height.Elegantly picking up the parchment in her hand read: "Roland St-Pierre, Julie Durand and Lucy Sommer. Congratulations."  …

Each school selected three students one after another, and there was a warm atmosphere at the scene.

"Students, don't be discouraged if you are not selected. We will announce the time of the first competition when the finalists are selected, but I promise that this competition will not conflict with any of your learning activities, and there is no restriction on viewing, and there will even be some The interactive session, so keep an eye on it, and everyone can rest assured to eat!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, and all kinds of delicious food appeared on the four long tables in an instant, and even because there were foreign students, there were many that he hadn't seen before The dishes.

"Try our fish soup, I think you will like it. And congratulations, we have all passed the re-examination." Roland ignored Professor Snape's frozen gaze from afar, and sat beside Cyril persistently, even Considerately helping him scoop a bowl of soup.

"Oh, thanks, I can come by myself. You are also great, hope we can play together."

Xi Ruier happily finished the soup bowl, and continued: "The plant you mentioned last time, I just have its leaves in my hand. It is in my dormitory. I will bring it to you tomorrow morning..."

"Don't take it back and forth, it won't be good if it gets damaged. If it's convenient, of course I know this request is a bit presumptuous. Can I go to your dormitory to take a look directly? Of course, if it's not convenient for you, I completely understand." Roland was a little bit uncomfortable. Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, an inconspicuous blush appeared on his fair face, and one or two inconspicuous small freckles appeared on the bridge of his nose, which was a little less expensive and more cute like the big boy next door.

"Oh, it's very convenient, just wait a moment, I'll ask my roommate John, we share a dormitory."

"John? Can you let Roland come into our bedroom to look at a plant leaf specimen later?"

John was having a good chat with the seat beside him, and he agreed without looking back: "No problem!"

"Let's go together after dinner."

"That would be great, thank you."

After the dinner was over, Roland explained a few words to his French classmates, and followed Cyril to the Slytherin lounge. Along the way, the big French boy seemed a little embarrassed and happy, and he talked more: "Siryl Er, a personal question, do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?" The corridor was too dark, and Cyril couldn't see Roland's expression clearly, but the two were very close, and he could feel Roland's hurry breath.

A slight, strange feeling permeated the boy's heart, the boy froze for a moment, and did not answer for a while.

"Oh, did I ask a little badly? I just said something casually, because I think an excellent person like you should have many suitors..."

Roland added anxiously, and then scratched the back of his head vigorously again.

"No...I mean, there is no such...friend, and no suitor. There is nothing wrong with the question you ask, I just can't react at the moment." Cyril replied stupidly.

Roland's seemingly unintentional question caused a lot of waves in Cyril's heart.

A lot of things popped up in the boy's mind. He suddenly remembered that John always went to the library recently and told himself a story about a Ravenclaw senior; Gene and Wendy were already discussing graduation engagement; a few days ago There were two unnamed envelopes in his book, and he was anxious to go to the library to find information about a magical plant, so he dropped the book on Professor Snape's desk...

Where did the book go afterward?

It seems that I took it back to the dormitory and finished watching it.

But those two letters... He was sure there were two letters before, but they seemed to be missing when he brought them back...

Cyril felt that her life seemed to have opened a door to a new world, at least a window to a new world...

Shaking his head vigorously, Cyril put the strange feeling behind him and asked politely, "What about you?"

"Me? Me neither." Roland seemed surprised that he was asked, and answered happily.

Then the topic of the chat was dragged to tomorrow's re-examination, and the atmosphere was slowly withdrawn from the strangeness.

The two talked and laughed all the way, turned a corner, and they were about to reach the door of the Slytherin lounge.

"Mr. McLean!"

Professor Snape did not know when he appeared in front of the door of the Slytherin common room. Like a night walker, he slowly walked out of the darkness, his voice full of sullenness.

Cyril, who had just turned over, was taken aback. In fact, Roland was also terrified. The two of them took two steps back and almost knocked each other down.

"Dean, good evening." Cyril managed to regain his composure and greeted politely.Because of the excessive fright, it was as if there was a rabbit in his chest.

"Good evening, Professor Snape." Roland hurriedly said hello.

However, Professor Snape's mood did not improve because of the politeness of the two. He hissed the question almost in a whisper: "Excuse me... may I know why we, the Slytherin prefects, put non-Slytherin Lin's students lead in the direction of the Slytherin lounge?"

Cyril clearly heard Professor Snape repeating the word "Slytherin".It was so miserable in my heart.

"Sorry professor, it's not staying overnight, just showing him a plant..."

"Stay overnight?" Snape interrupted with a sneer as if he had heard some fantasy.

"I..." Cyril opened his mouth, and was finally scared away by Snape's black face, and stood there silently without making a sound.

"Professor, it's all my problem. I made Cyril..." Roland spoke out at this moment, explaining the current situation gently.

"I didn't ask you, sir from France. I was obviously talking to my students. Also, please take care of yourself in a foreign country and focus on the game." Snape directly interrupted the big tail wolf's explanation .

God knows that he kindly wanted to tell Cyril about tomorrow's re-examination at night, and Flint said that Cyril was already on his way back to the dormitory.

He took a short cut all the way, and didn't even have time to return to his office for a sip of tea and wait at the door of the Slytherin common room.

The results of it?Instead of a silly little monster waiting, a pair of mandarin ducks talking to each other in the dark corridor? !

Look, it's only been a few days, and they've started exchanging Christian names with each other!Do you have a boyfriend?No, How about you?

hehe!There are prodigal sons everywhere in France, and now a desperate man has put his wolf claws under my nose!very good!

It's all the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore, who has eaten too much sugar and is tired of his brain, what activities are held? !Are they not busy enough?Have the Horcruxes been collected? !

Snape felt like he was going to laugh.

"I'm sorry, Dean." Cyril stood aside with his head drooping and apologized softly, and tugged Roland who wanted to explain again.

Snape watched inscrutably as he stretched his claws towards the other's cuff, his eyes were like two bottomless tunnels.

"Slytherin Rules, Rule [-]." Snape said blankly.

Cyril's eyes widened, he looked up at his professor, bit his lips and said, "We are Slytherins, and the dean is our leader during school."

"Keep that in mind. I don't want to hear any meaningless explanations next time." Snape patted his sleeves and walked past the two boys.

"Also. Tonight, copy the Slytherin rules 10 times. Give it to me before the retest tomorrow morning."

……

Cyril stared back blankly to watch Professor Snape disappear at the end of the corridor, pursed his lips in bewilderment, his face mixed with puzzlement, astonishment, injury and worry.

"How about... I'll go back. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble tonight, but I can help you copy." Roland's tone was also a little low.

"It's okay, no need. I should be sorry for causing you to be criticized for no reason. Let's talk about it next time. I am very good at copying, so don't mind."

"I didn't know that the dormitory requirements here are so strict...and I think your dean really doesn't like me..."

"Don't think too much, really. Professor Snape is just serious, but in fact he is very nice. He is also thinking about the safety of the students. It has nothing to do with you."

Cyril patted Roland's upper arm lightly to express his comfort.

"Then I'll go back first, don't send it away, I know the way. Don't be too late, it will affect tomorrow's retest."

"Yeah. You too." The distraught Cyril nodded casually.

Back in the dormitory and taking out a new stack of parchment, Cyril suddenly felt a little wronged.

Not because of being punished for copying, but because of the professor's attitude towards himself.

No matter what face or tone the professor used to treat others since he was enrolled, he definitely treated him differently.Whether it was because he was his friend's child at the beginning, or because he was his closest student later.

I have never been picked on and attacked so inexplicably.

Has he done anything wrong lately?Cyril silently reflected on her recent behavior.no idea.

He's not a girl, and he can't cry and cry, he can only sit at the table depressed and copy the Slytherin rules at a high speed.

Tomorrow morning, he thought, he must have a good chat with the professor.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, Cyril, who hadn't slept for a few hours, stood in front of Professor Snape's door like an enemy, staring at Medusa.

"Honey, you've been standing for a minute. I'm sleepy. If I want to go in, I go in. If I don't, I go back to sleep." Medusa yawned delicately and said lazily.

"I'm actually hesitant. It's a little early now. The professor probably just woke up, but I can't sleep." Cyril replied hesitantly with black eyes.

"Oh, he didn't sleep, he stayed in the house all night. You can look for it whenever you want, but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood." Medusa said.

"Just let me know, I'll go in." Cyril said with a sigh when he heard that the professor hadn't slept all night.

"Okay."

After a while, the door opened by itself, and Cyril walked in.