Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

There was no one in the office, the potions laboratory on the right was open, and Cyril went straight to the right.

Professor Snape stood straight in front of the cauldron in his shirt and trousers, boiling the potion with his back turned to him.Judging by the stiff posture, it is estimated that it has been like this for a long time.

Xi Ruier approached lightly, and called out aloud: "Professor..."

The stirring motion of Snape's hands froze for a second, then continued.

"Put the copied parchment on the table, and you can go."

"...Professor, are you busy now? Can you have breakfast with me?"

"As you can see. Very busy."

"Then let me make potions for you!"

Cyril found out how hypocritical he was outside the office door, and now he is more willing to let it out.

It's amazing, Professor Snape seems to have a magical bonus, as long as he sees him, it seems that the previous confusion and resentment have disappeared, and he just wants to get close to him, humming and expressing his little grievances .

What's more, standing in front of him was the man he admired the most and the person he trusted the most in school, so they shouldn't be so awkward.

Since the professor refused to talk to him, he had to come to the professor.

Cyril walked up to Professor Snape in two steps, and looked down at the potion in his hand.

"Scald potion? It's almost finished...then what are you going to do next?" Cyril nonchalantly started to unbutton his coat and adjust the cuffs by the way.

"No need. You go back." Snape was like a tightly closed clam, firmly defending his territory.

"Let me look at the ingredients, you want to make Monan Gel next? But what is this weeping rose petal used for?" Cyril was selectively deaf, put on dragon leather gloves, and checked the contents of the potion material box .

Snape turned around ferociously, staring at the bloodshot obsidian eyes, his lips trembling for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

Cyril looked at the professor's dark and pale face, which was more obvious than his own, and felt stuffy in his heart, and his stomach sank a little.

"Professor, don't be angry, okay? I did something wrong, you tell me, I will definitely change..." The words of apology blurted out, and even Cyril himself didn't expect that he would be so resigned.

Snape looked at Cyril fixedly, his eyes were deep, his lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Cyril felt uneasy in his heart, feeling his cheeks were hot and cold, as if under a color-changing spell.

Finally Snape turned his head away, and said softly as if sighing: "Cyril...you didn't do anything wrong, those are not important. Just forget what happened yesterday."

This was the first time the professor called him by his Christian name in front of him (Cyril was unconscious before).But Cyril felt that he couldn't be happy. The professor didn't tell him something, or the professor's current state was very strange.

"Professor, please don't do this. Is it because of safety issues? I know I shouldn't take people back to the dormitory casually, and you are right. As a prefect, I should lead by example. I care about your thoughts... because you I'm really important...if you want to talk to me anytime, feel free to find me."

Cyril lowered the corners of her eyes a little sadly, and even her big gray-green eyes looked a little pitiful and listless.

The boy stared at the toes of his leather shoes, and hesitantly rubbed the ground, feeling frustrated.

Snape stared at the boy opposite without saying a word - the little troll who made him worry so much that he was even inexplicably unstable.

The fingertips hanging beside the wizard trembled slightly, and his eyes fluctuated a little.

After a while, Cyril raised his head, blinked his eyes forcefully, and said cheerfully: "Then professor, let's make Mo Nan gel quickly, and have breakfast together after we finish, and then I will Go to the retest."

Snape looked at the boy opposite with complicated eyes, nodded imperceptibly, clenched the hand by his side, and then slowly let go after a few seconds.

"Don't make gel for now, let's go to eat."

"it is good."

The two ate breakfast in silence, maybe because they didn't have a good rest, they both had a poor appetite.

"You should eat all the scrambled eggs, and there shouldn't be any leftover tomatoes," Snape said flatly.

"En." Cyril responded in a low voice, and took a mouthful of food.

"..." The atmosphere fell into stagnation again.

Until Cyril went out, the taciturn wizard just said dryly, "Good luck."

In fact, it was not bad, at least it was good luck that the professor said specifically, Cyril Ah Q shrugged and walked west.

When Cyril arrived at the classroom on the west side, he thought it would be another exam with tables and chairs, but the reality was the opposite. The classroom on the west side was very large, and it was now arranged as an exhibition hall.

Cyril found that each display cabinet simulated a different ecological environment with corresponding small animals and plants.

No teacher was found in the classroom. Seeing that the retest time was about to start, the students who came to take the retest looked at each other in blank dismay.

In this way, it lasted minute by minute until 9:00 in the morning, and a piece of parchment appeared in front of everyone, and it was written: "I personally send it"

Cyril unwrapped the half-folded parchment in front of him and flattened it.

A line of words slowly appeared on the blank paper: "HELP——When I beholdthevioletpastprime, Andsablecurlsallsilver'do'erwithwhite"

("Help—as I watch the violets grow old and their curly hair flecked with snow")

Cyril looked at the words in front of him silently, and read the poem word by word, feeling a little dizzy.

Why use poetry instead of words?So bullying!

The gray-green-eyed boy turned into a puffer fish.

The boy grabbed the parchment angrily, walked back and forth twice, and looked up at the people around him, most of them looked blank.

I feel a little more balanced in my heart. It seems that people from other countries can't understand it well...

Adhering to the feeling of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Cyril decided to translate this poem word by word...

Violet, snow... or help? ? ?

snowy...

First go to see if there is a showcase. It is winter, or a cold place. He vaguely remembers seeing a showcase with an Icelandic fox just now.Although I have no idea what he wants me to do...

Cyril went around and finally found a silver-clad display case with a very winter atmosphere. Inside, there was a snow-covered hillside, a pine tree and a small lake, and several Icelandic snow foxes were lying at the foot of the hillside. Licking paws leisurely.

It doesn't look any different... Cyril checked the poem again, and lay down on the showcase carefully to look at the scene inside.

This small lake is very interesting, and there is a circle of beautiful plants around it. What kind of plants are these?It looks like a winter lily of the valley...

Cyril was slowly immersed in a kind of complete and happy appreciation, as if he forgot that he was still participating in the inexplicable re-examination, and observed the scene inside with relish.

Suddenly, a small lily-of-the-valley plant that was very similar to it caught his attention. It was darker in color than the lily-of-the-valley, and it was a little purple. It was very inconspicuous among a cluster of lily-of-the-valley. Can't find it.

this is not……

Cyril narrowed his eyes and looked carefully for a while.After confirming something, the boy raised his wand and clicked on the plant in the air, a soft gleam flashed in an instant, and a trembling little-leaf Rolandia jumped out from the winter lily of the valley, circled in the air, flew I went outside the display cabinet and went to the innermost part of the classroom.

The writing on the parchment also changed color—from the original black to dark green.

This is... a mistake? ? ?

Cyril felt unreal, and hurriedly raised the parchment in his hand, only to see two new lines of words on it: "WHY——Andsummer'sgreen, allgirdedupinsheaves, Bornonthebierwithwhiteandbristlybeard"

(Summer's greenery is tied up in bunches, with a strong white beard and is put on the coffin bed)

Cyril read this twisted sentence back and forth five times, and wanted to laugh a little.

Parchment asked me why? ? ?He still wants to know why, this sentence is more incomprehensible than the last game?At least he knew that he was offering help in the last sentence. Should he reason with a plant or small animal this time?

With the experience of the previous question, even though the future is uncertain, you must face the difficulties.He started looking for the key words in the sentence to see if there was a corresponding showcase.

Summer...Emerald...Bound...

Cyril slowly locked two showcases, both of which are lush in summer, one of which should be from the Amazon magic forest, which has typical tropical plants, and the other is a virgin forest, which is also lush with trees, anyway, there is nothing to look at. Lush...

What's more, the two showcases are next to each other.

Which one is it?

Cyril wandered between the two showcases, observing the plants and trees inside.

Literally speaking, the bondage and white beard are more in line with the Amazon Magic Forest, because there are many vines in the Magic Forest, and he just saw a macaque swinging over the thick vines... Moreover, the Amazon Magic Forest has a sign The sexiest species—the Reporting Demon Crow.How it fits this poem!

But Cyril stared at the forest display case on the right for a long time and could not make a decision, a voice in his heart told him that it was not that simple.

What does this poem mean?

Is it just a simple description of the bundles of green shoots and white beard mortuary beds?

Certainly not!

He is lamenting that time flies and his face ages easily.The changing of the years...

The Amazon Magic Forest is a place where you can't see the years, because it is always lush and green and young.

Only the virgin forest with four seasons can see spring, summer, autumn and winter, the years change... For some reason, Cyril has a strong desire, he wants to touch the primitive forest with the pulsation and cycle of life and the traces of time. The forest, where countless wealth and inestimable magical creatures are bred, they live, grow old, sick and die here, live endlessly, and multiply.

In fact, Cyril thought so, and did so.

The moment he touched the glass, he recited the poem on the parchment just now.

The moment he didn't notice, the handwriting on the parchment changed from black to dark green again. This time, there were no new handwriting, but the display case in front of him disappeared, and the scene changed.

Cyril was dumbfounded.He felt he had taken a fake test.

At this moment, he was standing in an empty hall, and there was a door in front of him that said "reexamination examination room", and there was a countdown sign hanging beside it, showing that there were only 3 minutes left.

Cyril walked quickly to the door, thank God he still had time!

At this moment, an unusual movement behind him caught his attention.

It sounded like something hard hitting the ground.

Cyril turned around and saw an immature duck-billed dog in the corner.

The little one appeared to be dying of thirst, and the dry conditions made him dying.

The boy didn't hesitate much, walked over quickly, gently hugged the poor little guy, and muttered to himself: "How did you come here? The display cabinet is broken? Where's your family?"

A platypus is a harmless magical creature that isn't even aggressive.They like to live in groups and fish in the water for a living. Although they have the body of a dog, they cannot live without water.Especially for this kind of pre-adult baby, it is very dangerous to appear on land so abruptly.

Cyril tried to conjure a small pond with his wand, but failed. It is estimated that a closed ban was imposed here for the sake of fairness.Cyril looked up at the time, there was one minute and 47 seconds left, and then at the baby platypus who was already coughing in his arms, gritted his teeth, turned around and walked to the exit in the other direction, and at a running speed.

Forget it, no more retests.This kind of duck-billed dog-body beast is difficult to reproduce, not to mention that he can't bear any little life to disappear in his own hands...

To Cyril's surprise, after rushing through the exit, the familiar corridor did not appear, but entered a closed cabin again.

There was a row of tables and chairs facing him in the hut, and wizards of different ages and clothes sat neatly.They all looked at the boy who appeared with a sweaty platypus in his arms, with a mixture of relief and anticipation.

"Nice job! Boy."