Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Xi Ruier carefully put away this precious snow lotus, and hugged his grandparents deeply.

"I really like it, thank you very much," the boy whispered.

"You're welcome, baby."

"By the way, I heard that your grandfather gave you a magical little creature, which is more effective than Felicia! Show us quickly." Grandpa Edward rubbed his generous palms back and forth, and said eagerly.

"That's right, is it called PINGAN? This name is really special!" Vera also became excited.

"..." Cyril was a little speechless for a while, he didn't know that his "Internet celebrity pet" was already so well-known!

"emmm...Grandpa, in fact, Ping'an is just a small animal with auspicious meaning, not as magical as the rumors..."

"Have you brought it? Take it out and have a look, you don't know much about these cute little creatures, they are all miracles!" Vera gently urged her grandson, obviously not taking what Cyril just said to heart.

"Actually...it's on the professor's windowsill right now, the full moon last night..."

The old couple followed the gaze of their grandson, and happened to see the weird-looking little guy taking a nap in the morning on the rockery in the shallow water tank.

"Oh! God!" Vera exclaimed in a low voice, made a gesture of clasping her heart with her hands, and approached the window sill carefully. Edward followed closely behind, and Cyril, who was left in the air, was a little helpless.

Although every pet owner likes to hear others marvel and praise their pets.However, when one's pet is a hundred times more famous than oneself, it is also a small distress, especially when the world places high hopes on it...

Just thinking about it makes my brain hurt.

"Can I touch it, honey?" Vera poked her head over the window sill.

"Okay." Cyril also walked over, gently picked up the little turtle that seemed to have grown up a bit, and followed the gap on its back.

Ping An stretched out his head leisurely, lightly rubbed Cyril's fingertips, and then flicked his barbed tail.

"It's so cute!" Vera looked lovingly at the blue-green little guy in his grandson's hand.

"If I'm not mistaken...it does have a strong power of protection and blessing..." Grandpa Edward took out a pair of folding glasses from his vest pocket, put it on and observed it for a long time, and said seriously.

"Protection and blessing? Is it the meaning of amulets?" Cyril raised his face and asked, if others are flattery from laymen, then the words of grandparents still carry a lot of weight.

"It can be said that its own attributes are very gentle, and it will not conflict with or affect any surrounding things in terms of attributes. At the same time, its own abilities are very strong. It is really very rare and precious..."

Cyril remembered what his grandfather said when he gave him peace back then? ——"This is the offspring of Xiaoao and Pixiu, so precious!"

The reason why he didn't take it to heart at the time was that last time grandpa used the exact same tone and adjectives to describe a blue and white porcelain vase at home that was broken by Lao Bao.

Yes, Ping An has been with him for a long time, and he always takes it with him as an ordinary pet, plus Ping An is always very quiet, only eats the petals of Xuanshu flowers, except for the full moon to bask in the moon, There is almost no sense of presence.

This directly caused him to ignore Ping An's true identity.

So...his peace is a pet with gentle attributes but strong protection and blessing power...

Gentle but strong blessings...

Cyril held peace and lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

On the other side, the conversation between Snape and Benny's father came to an end.Benny walked over, helped his son by the shoulders, and left the Slytherin head's office with his unreliable parents.

"So how long are you staying in England this time?" Benny cut to the chase.

"By the end of the competition, we still have a project in Albania, and we will go there after the competition." Edward replied with a smile.

Benny nodded casually, and said: "I told the biscuit last time, now that the fireplace in McLean Manor is connected to Severus' office, it will be much more convenient for you to go back and forth, and you don't have to go out and take a carriage. Tonight Jiu'er will be the cook, let's eat the hot pot you mentioned last time."

"Oh! Great!"

"Hi! Not fair!"

Cyril and Grandpa Edward spoke almost simultaneously.

"Our little representative is wronged to eat a few more meals at school. After all, there will be plenty of opportunities to go home to eat. Also, I haven't congratulated you yet, son. I'm proud of you! Let's compete well, in case you win a prize , I will pay three times the extra bonus!"

Benny lowered his body to be with Cyril, gently stroked his son's bangs, and encouraged him.

"Then don't you want to pay four times the bonus?"

"What? Oh. It's okay. Uncle Lucius pays for the prize money. Our family is in charge of some potions for the competition." After Benny said, he grinned unapologetically.

"Okay." Cyril nodded seriously.

After returning to the dormitory, Cyril put away the suitcase, took out a thick cowhide book from the drawer, and opened it carefully.There are densely drawn various magic circles, potion formulas and some essays in Chinese and English.

The boy turned to one of the pages, took out an ancient book from the space bag, compared it back and forth, and finally crossed out the original "Tianshan snow lotus" with a quill pen on one of the complicated formulas and changed it to "Alpine snow lotus". "Peace" is written in the middle of the formula.

"It seems that a wave of experiments is necessary." The boy muttered to himself.

After finishing writing and putting it away, Cyril remembered that there was still a small box in his pocket - the wooden box given by Mr. Domingo after confirming the contestant's identity.

Taking the small wooden box out of his pocket, he didn't rush to open it, and shook it in his hand first. There was no sound, and it felt empty.Influenced by his grandfather and Benny's education, the boy didn't want to open the seemingly empty box with his bare hands.

Who knows what's in it...

However, the organizing committee of the competition does not seem to need to install dangerous things in the box...

Thinking of this, Cyril took out a pair of thin dragon leather gloves, and carefully opened the wooden box with the hidden buckle.

"Click." The box popped open.

Then a pea pops out of it.

Cyril wanted to rub his eyes, but he was sure it was a pea, at least in appearance.

Why are the peas in a box, and then there is no sound?Cyril was puzzled.He lightly poked the peas rolling on the bed sheet with his finger.

Then, something strange happened.

The green pea began to swell, like a sponge soaked in water, and within five seconds, it became a "big fruit" the size of a baby's fist.

The green "big fruit" began to grow longer and stretched, growing strange limbs, and finally turned into a green "Cornish elf".

Sirel immediately pulled out his wand, reflexively trying to hold it in place.

The Cornish elf is too skinny to take being demolished.Benny once said that one Cornish pixie can do as much damage as ten huskies thrown around the house.

"Hey! Don't get excited, put down your wand!" the elf replied shrilly.

"You can talk?!" Cyril lowered his wand and watched the green elf stand up on his bed.

"Of course! I am your guide for this competition, Dian Dian." The elf said after tidying up the leaf clothes on her body.

"Diandian, what species are you?" Cyril looked closely at the elf's face, and found that it was indeed not the same as the Cornish elf. My favorite cartoon.

Round nose, big eyes, thin arms and legs...

Resisting the urge to rub it, Cyril asked, "Do you know Smurf?"

"What's that?"

"Smurf, you look alike. I thought you were related by blood." Cyril completely relaxed, sat on the floor facing his bed, and looked at the little elf standing on the bed at "dot-dot" level.

"I don't know, I was created by Grandpa Edward." Diandian probably got tired of standing, so she also sat down.

"Why didn't I know my grandpa had such interesting skills!"

Cyril stretched out a finger and gently rubbed Diandian's round head in a rare way. Diandian resisted symbolically at first, then the tip of her two ears gradually softened and drooped, and her eyes also narrowed into a slit .

"The organizing committee said that I can follow you all the time after the competition. You can touch my head more in the future." Diandian hummed softly.

"What do you usually eat?"

"I don't eat it, I am a product of alchemy."

"Oh, all right. So is there anything you need to take care of?"

"Don't tear me apart, the rest is easy to talk about."

"Wouldn't it be like dissecting your super-simulated appearance???" Cyril pinched the thin arms with his fingers in horror, and said.

"Yes, so, it's best not to. Although Grandpa Edward can fix me."

"How long have you been created? Do you have any other companions?" Cyril couldn't help but gossip.He was always a little curious about the grandparents he didn't see often.

"For about half a year, I have been kept in a box, and I only received intensive training for the competition a few days ago."

Diandian then stood up and jumped on the mattress, squinted his eyes and sighed: "It's so soft. It's much softer than the box I slept in!"

"If you like, I can make you a small bed and put it on my bedside table." Cyril gestured.

"Syril, you are so kind!"

"You know my name?"

"Of course, I also know the event of your first competition!" Diandian raised her chin proudly.

"Tell me quickly! I was so busy with gossip just now that I almost forgot the business."

"In your first competition, each contestant will adopt a small animal, and then you will be graded according to the physical and mental health of the small animal, as well as the tacit understanding with the owner."

"What kind of animal do you keep?" Cyril leaned forward slightly, inexplicably, Professor Snape's question from two days ago appeared in his mind, "What else have you kept?"

The professor predicted that he would be able to enter the competition early in the morning, so he is very happy to think about it!

"Everyone is different. It will depend on luck when the time comes. It's not dangerous anyway."

"That's fine. If I draw a dragon, then I'll just retire." Cyril pouted worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, they're all cute little animals. Meet in Hagrid's garden next to the Forbidden Forest at 10 am on Monday. I'll remind you then."

"it is good."

"Oh, by the way, I will accompany you throughout the game, so remember to take me with you wherever you go!"

"As ordered!"

On Monday morning, Cyril appeared at the Slytherin table with a little bit on his shoulders.After a weekend, everyone is already familiar with the state of Slytherin's prefect carrying a cute pet with him. (Other players too)

Wendy was terribly jealous about this: "I also want to be accompanied by a little guy like this. Look, he's so smart! He even helps me choose a lipstick shade!"

Cyril ate the sausage, and glanced helplessly at Diandian who was sitting on Wendy's arm reading the mail order brochure together, feeling a little tired.

"By the way, Cyril, we're going to pick up the first mission in a while, don't forget." Diandian raised her head in a sneaky order.

"Got it. Thank you, Dot."

"You're welcome. But Wendy, I think you should choose a coral-colored one, which matches your new dress better." Diandian replied casually, then turned around to comment on Wendy's mail-order order.