Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Cyril appeared outside Hagrid's small courtyard on time with peace in his pocket and dots on his shoulders.

Hagrid's yard was full of giant pumpkins at the moment, not yet ripe, glowing green but already amazing in size.

All the judges, including grandparents, Fiona and Domingo, were in the yard. They used one of the particularly flat pumpkins as a table, and they were filling out forms while communicating.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Cyril greeted politely.

"Good morning dear, it seems that you and Diandian get along well." Vera dropped the parchment in her hand, and happily stepped forward to pat her grandson and scratched Diandian's chin.

Dot grabbed Cyril's collar and twisted it, giggling.

"It's so cute!" Roland came over at some point, and said with a smile after greeting the judges and experts.

"Hi! Roland. Where's your elf guide?" Cyril twitched and fell off his shoulders in fear of a little smile. He raised his arm and put one finger against the elf's body. He stretched his head to look at Roland to find him. elf.

"Here it is. It's called Sleepy."

Roland reached out and pulled his golden brown hair twice, and then a golden elf slowly grabbed a lock of hair and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"What's the matter? Roland, what time is it? Did we miss the game?" the golden elf asked sleepily in French.

"That's right, go to sleep, we still have ten minutes." Roland also replied in French.

"Okay, call me then." Sleepy fell down and disappeared into Roland's thick hair.

"Has it always been like this?"

"Well, it just looks like it's sleep deprived."

"Are you sure it's not because of the lack of energy in the magic spar?" Cyril was a little bit dumbfounded.

"I'm sure... Sleepy said that it has a few days of sleepiness every month. This is one of the character elements added when it was created." Roland also had a helpless expression.

"Oh, that's pretty cute." Cyril was a little thankful that his little elf guide was alive and kicking.

As the time progressed, the students who came to participate in the competition also arrived one after another.Domingo stepped forward to announce the first project.

"Okay cuties, I think you've had a great time with your elf guide! Now I'm going to announce the first project - raising a magical creature. A week later there will be a master and magical creature demonstration The show is divided into three parts: obeying the password, a tacit competition between the master and the magical creature, and finally a collective talent show."

Domingo paused at this point, and added calmly: "Of course, we guarantee that the magical creatures we give you are all gentle and harmless."

"I have a question, can I ask it?" The American girl named Ava raised her hand.

"Yes, ma'am." Domingo looked over gently.

"Are all magical creatures of the same species? Or do we pick them ourselves?" Ava raised her head and asked expectantly, her golden ponytail flicking in the wind.

"You got the point! We have prepared five different magical creatures this time, which are determined by drawing. It is completely random, but I want to assure you again that you don't have to worry about safety issues, they are all cute."

"Should we take it back to our own place to raise? Including night? After all, we live on our own boat, which is a bit crowded." Durmstrang's tall and strong boy asked dully.

"That's right, sir. Good thing they're all small. They definitely won't take up too much space"

"Any other questions?" Domingo looked around gently, and got a group of anxious and expectant faces.

Everyone shook their heads.

"That's good!" Domingo clapped his hands and asked everyone to move closer.

"Now let your elf guide draw lots for you!"

Cyril saw that every contestant showed a bewildered expression.

So...the elf guides are for drawing lots? ? ?Can it be even more unreliable!

After a while, the colorful elf guide was placed on the pumpkin behind Domingo by the master.

Really colorful!No exaggeration!

Ava's peach pink, dark blue for André Fehn of Durmstrang, Germany, and orange for the little Ilvermorny student named Frank Teton.

Cyril swears on her toes that this aesthetic definitely came from Grandpa Edward.

When the elves got together, they had a friendly hug first, and the little guys with thin arms and legs stuck together in surprise, you hug me, I talk to you, chatting about their new masters.

"Actually, I think it's very troublesome to bring a stupid every day, and I really can't imagine another magical creature." Frank ripped his brown curly hair and muttered sadly.

"Zhuang Zhuang wants to eat everything, can they eat?" The big German player wrinkled his face in distress as well.

"Probably not..." Ava replied hesitantly.

"They seem to have a great relationship!" Roland exclaimed in a low voice.

Xi Ruier silently watched the contestants talking to each other, feeling like a parent, waiting for the children to leave school at the gate of the kindergarten, and watching the parents around them exchange parenting experiences.

"Little guys! After exchanging feelings, let's get down to business. Come and help the master draw lots."

Domingo, like a wolf grandmother, took out a cloth bag with a smile.

All the players held their breath...

"Why don't we just smoke ourselves... feels like something's going wrong..." Frank continued to mutter.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stared at by all the players.

Roland's Sleepy went up first. It yawned a little, pulled out a note slowly, opened it, glanced at it, and read: "Tree guard pot Luo."

Cyril heard Roland exhale in relief, and felt a little jealous of his good luck.

Domingo laughed "Ha!" and repeated the result loudly behind him.I saw Fiona raised a small tree from behind the house, and looked carefully at the extra-green branch attached to it. The branch was divided into several branches and was clinging to the trunk.

The Bowtruckle is gentle in nature, and it looks more like a dancing plant, with two tender leaves on top of its head, and two black sesame-like eyes staring nervously at a group of people around it.

Roland took the tree protection pot Luo and his tree carefully, and put the sleepy in the fluffy hair.Retire after being sleepy and sleepy, and continue to catch up on sleep.

Immediately afterwards, Ava's little pink pulls out the Motra rat, a marine rat with anemone tentacles on its back.Cyril, who has been making potions all the year round, glanced enviously at the tentacles on the back of Mortra.That is really a good thing, not only can it resist bad luck, but the essence it secretes can also heal damage.

Frank, who had been muttering under his breath, drew the ball, and the poor little man looked like he was going to collapse, especially when the blue and green bird disappeared with a "boom" the moment it touched his hand.

"Will I lose it? In the first second of the game???" The boy looked at the judges in horror.

"In principle no, we actually added a positioning spell, I suggest you learn it too. Here, this is a spell." Domingo handed him a note.

"Thank you, very useful." Frank replied dryly.

"Can I go find it now?" the boy asked.

"Let's go for a while, I ask you to look for it after I give instructions." Domingo replied with a smile.

"Okay." Frank replied with a look of lovelessness.

Durmstrang's big man has reaped the extremely girly Moon Crazy Beast.The silver-blue little guy looked only as big as his palm, with big blue eyes, and silver-blue skin, and began to tremble slightly when he hit it in his hand.Moon Crazy Beasts are very shy by nature, and are only active on full moon nights.

The big Andre was very stiff, with his hands raised in the air, maintaining the original posture, and looked at Cyril next to him asking for help: "What should I do? It looks like it's scared to death. "

"You should be gentle, maybe pet it?" Cyril wasn't sure either.

Andre grinned hard, stretched out a finger, and gently touched the head of the moon idiot.

then……

The Moon Crazy Beast was completely frightened and fainted.

"..."

"..."

"It will wake up in a while, it's fine." Fiona replied habitually.

Finally when it was Dian's turn, Cyril reached into the pocket of his coat and touched two handfuls of sleeping peace.

bless bless.

Half a minute later, Doudou, who found the last note at the bottom of the bag, opened the note, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and suddenly looked up!

"Xixiu! Cyril, we have a Nixiu! We are going to get rich!" Diandian cheered heartlessly.

Cyril felt that his whole body was petrified, and he was also smashed into a piece of dregs by a thunderbolt.