Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The waves slapped the beach and brushed past the tangled dog one after another, leaving inconspicuous fine sand and some sticky aquatic plants.

The dog was thrown there like a black garbage bag, breathing weakly, with half of its blue tongue drooping around its mouth.

Charles promises that if he leaves it alone now, within four hours the poor big guy will be tanning on the sands of Westchester before the sun rises.

Charles maneuvered his wheelchair and rowed directly over.

If it was just an ordinary dog, he might ask Eric to come over and help move it back to save it, but he felt that he heard the mental activity of a dog just for a moment.

This really is an incredible discovery.He has heard too many people's psychological activities, or telepathy.But, he never noticed that he could feel a dog.

Whether his ability was strengthened after the battle with En Sabah Nur or this dog is very unusual, Charles was a little puzzled.

He looked down at the big dog curiously, feeling the big dog's thoughts with a good eye.

Incredible!This dog is from England.Charles' gray-blue eyes widened. This place is across the Atlantic Ocean from England. How did it get here?Got caught in a tornado?

Look what the dog is still saying?

Askaban...traitor...Death Eater...Harry.

Charles was struck by the complex vocabulary and depth of thought of a dog.

and many more!

what is this?

Charles suddenly saw an unbelievable picture, a dark and cold sea island, desolate and cold buildings, rusty railings and chains, a haggard person and a dark creature like a hell messenger.

One of the dark creatures seemed to have noticed his gaze, and slowly flew over. As it approached, Charles felt the boundless cold and darkness. The terrifying creature with no face slowly took off its hood...

Charles pulled away from the picture in an instant, and took a step back with the wheelchair in shock.

The big black dog that showed him the picture twitched violently, and passed out completely, unconscious.

"So you told me you wanted to get this wild dog back. And you wanted me to believe that it might have been a human being." Eric folded his arms and looked at the dog at his feet, using his boots where Charles couldn't see it. He kicked the black dog's drooping tail.

"Hurry up and pick it up. This poor guy should have crossed the entire Atlantic Ocean. I suspect it is our unknown companion." Charles urged gently.

"I think it has lice." Eric remained unmoved.

"My friend, it's time..."

"Okay, Professor. Follow." Eric made a pause gesture, and resignedly picked up the "dead dog" on the ground and strode towards Xavier College.

"Please be gentle, my friend. Send it to Hank." Charles' wheelchair followed closely behind Magneto Eric, and walked along the trail all the way back to a building that looked like a private manor not far from the sea.

The dark iron gate is surrounded by stone walls covered by trees on both sides. The most eye-catching thing on the stone wall is a dark green oval gate with gold edges.The golden words on the top read: "The Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters"

(Xavier School for Gifted Teens, "X Academy")

A bold "X" is just above the line.

"It is initially suspected that this is a shapeshifter who can turn into an animal, but due to his poor physical condition or some other unknown reasons, he cannot return to his original shape." Hank pushed his glasses and removed the medical examination equipment from the big dog .

"I haven't seen one that can directly transform into an animal before. And it is completely deformed, which is very rare... His blood composition is also very strange, there is a very active substance... I tried it, but I can't extract it for the time being."

Hank shook the test tube by his hand, there was a faint drop of blood in it.

"So can't you make it worse and help him restore his human form?" Charles asked with some concern.

"Not yet," Hank replied.

Eric put his hand on Charles' shoulder, squeezed it and said, "I think everyone may have made a mistake. This is an ordinary dog. We should send him to an adoption agency now."

"Eric, this is a man, I can even feel him having a nightmare now."

"The bone was taken away?" Eric bared a row of white teeth, deliberately arguing with Professor X.

"My friend..." Charles drooped his eyebrows, looking helpless.

"Okay, okay... that's great, congratulations on picking up another poor boy by the sea." Eric laughed at himself with a serious face.

"Xavier welcomes every needy person who shows up here. Xavier will not abandon them, and neither will I." Charles turned and stared at the big dog lying on the bed in the medical room and whispered.

"You know, I said that I will be here with you, and your choice is my direction." Eric also regained his dignity, and put his hands gently on the back of Charles' wheelchair.

"You clearly said that I was under mind control." Charles chuckled.

"That's just... teasing you. You know." Eric Xianrang was not used to saying such words, pursed his lips and shrugged.

Hank couldn't bear to see a dog (human) but was inexplicably stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, so he interrupted.Putting his hands on both sides of the bed, he asked curiously: "I suggest letting him recover slowly. I can at most heal a few inflamed wounds on his body. You said he crossed the Atlantic Ocean by himself?"

"What I see in his nightmares is England."

"Then his physical fitness must be very strong, or his mind must be very firm." Hank sighed softly with some admiration, and scratched his head shyly.

At the same time, it was already noon in London.

Cyril and Snape came out from Slytherin, leading a group of snuffers and two 5-star missions back to the office where they lived temporarily.

This time Snape came forward and re-fortified a bigger and stronger sniffing fence, and by the way, he called the house elf Doudou to prepare lunch for the dozen or so "members".

Fortunately, neither of them had class in the morning.

"Oh, Cyril, what are we going to do with so many sniffs?" Dian Dian asked belatedly.

"You finally spoke, I thought you lost energy after seeing Slytherin and Lord Gryffindor." Cyril teased.

He still remembers when Salazar first appeared, how quickly Diandian slipped from his shoulder into his pocket, and since then he cossed a handkerchief and never made a sound.

"I'm just a little shy." Diandian emphasized solemnly.

"Okay, whatever you want. But Professor, I'm going to find a pet...?" Cyril asked with some uncertainty.

"I'm with you, after your first project."

"Okay."

"And about the pendant, don't act rashly, I have some guesses. Go to the principal's office for a meeting tonight." Snape put down the black tea in his hand and said flatly.

"okay."

"Also, take good care of your group of demolition households. This fence has its own protection and isolation spell. As long as you don't open it desperately, there will be no problem."

"...Okay, thank you for reminding me."

"Then you take your...these first, and rehearse well. I will inform you of the meeting time in the afternoon."

Snape put down his teacup and waved his sleeves, not taking a single cloud with him.

In the evening, the Hogwarts headmaster's office.

"Your news is very useful, Severus." Dumbledore folded his hands on the desk, his eyes behind half-moon lenses were dim.

"I very much doubt it's the thing we're looking for. Regulus Black was deeply favored by that man for a period of time. It's very likely that the thing was entrusted to him for safekeeping." Snape stated slowly. "

"It seems that it is imperative to enter Black's old house, but we need a way to open it. I think I need to go to Azkaban in the near future."

Cyril looked nervously at the professor sitting beside him, and found that Snape just retracted his chin, and did not lose control of his emotions like he did in the morning.

Early the next morning, Dumbledore had just submitted his application to the Ministry of Magic to go to Azkaban when he saw the headline of the Daily Prophet on the breakfast table.

4. Except for the newspaper's name and logo, the rest of the page was covered with a huge photo. A haggard, thin, unshaven man glared fiercely at everyone who read the newspaper.

Scarlet capitals scroll across the photo: Felon Escaped - Sirius Black.

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, the weather in New York was fine today. The man who appeared in the British newspaper woke up in the shape of a black dog from the medical room of Xavier School for Gifted Youth, looking at this completely strange world with a bewildered expression.

Without a wand, he was horrified to find that his body seemed unable to return to human form due to some reasons similar to physical exhaustion.

Lying on the bed, Sirius seriously began to recall what happened before he passed out.

He only remembered that the family of the felon next door came to visit and brought recent newspapers.While chatting, he glanced at the newspaper, and was shocked to find that the traitor Peter Pettigrew was on the newspaper.

Then he decided to escape from prison in a fit of rage.

He evaded the guards in the Animagus form, and then snatched the Mo Nan magic gel that was sneaked in from a murderer's house next door, and healed his wound scratched by the stone behind a sheltered reef. leg.

And then it's like swimming in the direction of London...

You Ayou, he swam for a long time, experienced storms and small tsunamis, took a freighter, was pushed by waves all the way and finally reached the shore...exhausted.

And here we are, in a place that doesn't look familiar at all.

"Ah, you're awake! Is there anything uncomfortable? I'll call the professor." A shy young man wearing glasses suddenly appeared, and hurriedly closed the door and ran out.

Before Sirius had time to panic, three people appeared in front of him this time.

A man sitting on a strange chair with wheels greeted him gently: "Hello? Do you understand what I'm saying now?"

Sirius raised the dog's head, flicked his tail weakly, and complained in his heart: "So what if you understand, do you want me to give you a bark?"

"Cough, you don't need to bark, I can hear what's in your heart." Charles chuckled kindly.

"What?! Isn't this a Muggle??? It even has Legilimency!" Sirius squatted up nervously, and took two steps back.

"What's a Muggle? And Legilimency? Is that what you British mutants call?"

Charles asked curiously.

"God... what are British mutants?" Sirius pricked up his ears.

"Our side...is the United States. People with special abilities are called mutants."

"WHAT??!! America???"

Sirius the whole dog was stunned.

(Who of you still remembers Mo Nan Gel—Guidance: 22.23, what are its characteristics? Shout out~)