Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

John came to the auditorium with a feeling of apprehension, saying that he was not disappointed or expected that he did not see the roommate he "has been thinking about".

Along the way, he was often stopped by Hogwarts students to inquire about his roommates. He confidently dealt with the crowd with a honeyed face, while nervously running around in his heart. This kind of complicated feeling is probably the only one. The kind of person who broke the mother's heart because of his brother...

John, Gene, and Wendy sat together, and the three exchanged the latest news they had received in low voices.

"Last night, someone said that they saw someone using a strong light spell on the competition field. Although it was only for a moment, everyone was sure that it was the final rehearsal of the contestants...I suggest not to pick up so many vegetables, which will affect the taste." Jean said Saying while stuffing bacon in your mouth.

"I'm really looking forward to what they will prepare in the end. Did you find out, and Headmaster Snape didn't come to have breakfast." Wendy glanced at the teacher's seat and said mysteriously.

"Huh? So what? The professor is giving him special training?" John made a frightened expression.

"That's not true! Some people say that Cyril must have stayed in the dean's office for breakfast. I think that even if Professor Snape teaches at Hogwarts for another ten years, Cyril will be the only one who enjoys such treatment." Wen Dee said emotionally.

"Won't Cyril and the Dean have breakfast together and have more indigestion?" Genn muttered in a low voice.

"No! When did you ever see Cyril following the professor involuntarily! They look like a pair of long-lost brothers..."

Wendy took a glance at her boyfriend and then her brain was wide open. She made up an 8 o'clock witch family ethics drama, such as a talented illegitimate brother and a pampered noble brother. The two have the same potion talent and become close friends. Many years later Discovering that each other is the existence that the other hates...

"Cough cough cough...Wendy. I think that although, maybe, maybe the professor has tutored and cared for Sirel, but they are definitely not brothers. How do they look alike from head to toe except for the color of their hair??? And the professor is about to I'm 30 years old, isn't there a big gap between brothers at this age?" John looked completely unacceptable.

"I'm sorry, although the dean usually has a dark face and a fierce face, he is very unapproachable, and the irony makes people want to commit suicide. But he is only 28 years old, not 30 years old, and there is not much difference between him and Cyril as a brother. Thank you .” Wendy refuted the student’s protest domineeringly.

"I never knew...my students cared so much about the... mental state, family life and...potential siblings of a dark-faced, unapproachable, suicidal old man like me... ..."

Suddenly, a deep and elegant cello-like voice came from behind the three of them.

The closest John was so startled that he sat down on the ground.

Snape grabbed his student's arm, lifted him from the ground effortlessly, and threw him back on the chair, completely ignoring the green faces of the three below who were approaching the Slytherin emblem, and continued: "There is this It’s time to think about these boring things, why not go to the arena to help with the arrangement now, am I right? Ms. Wendy Scrimgeour?”

Snape's voice was soft enough not to go unnoticed in the din of the Great Hall.

"Yes, yes, Professor." Wendy shrank her neck, not even daring to look back at the dean who was talking.

"What do you think? Mr. Gene Flint and... Mr. John White? Go to Mrs. Hooch and say you're offering to help."

"We'll go right away, sir." The boys replied stiffly.

"Why don't you go then?! What are you waiting for? Do you need me to throw a bone?" Snape's voice suddenly rose by one degree.

The three immediately jumped up from their chairs, grabbed their schoolbags and started to run.

"Wait, the sandwich can be put down. Your prefect has eaten enough, if you don't want him to be the first person to retire due to overeating." Snape's voice became soft again, and Shi Shiran Leaving the Slytherin table in a hurry.

John dropped the sandwich full of meat in his hand, and ran out of the auditorium together with Wendy and Gene like being chased by dogs.

After leaving the auditorium, John belatedly asked the two pale-faced seniors beside him: "Has the dean deducted points?"

Gene panted and waved his hands: "No."

Wendy stood up straight, stroked her hair, and said suspiciously: "It seems that there is no punishment for terrible labor services..."

"It seems to be." John nodded with sympathy.

"Cyril is really a god-like existence. I have decided that in the future Quidditch matches, I will first pray for safety and the second for Cyril. Protests will not be accepted!" Gene said carelessly.

John and Wendy found out that what the big stupid Gene said was so reasonable that they couldn't refute it.

Arriving at the competition site, there was still more than an hour before the first event. From a distance, John saw his "heart-and-heart" roommate standing in the middle of the green grass, holding a huge piece of parchment and discussing something with four other people.

The black-haired boy looked up and saw his three good friends walking towards him, he couldn't help being very happy.Stand up and wave to them.

John hopped over and gave his buddy an encouraging hug and a shoulder touch.

"Hi, it's great to meet you!" Cyril's face was filled with sincere joy and happiness, and he continued to ask like a cannonball: "How did you come here? Didn't Mrs. Hooch not allow unrelated people to approach the competition venue? I'm actually a little nervous, but I feel so much better seeing you guys..."

John opened his mouth. In the end, he didn't have the heart to tell Cyril, who was about to compete, what happened to the three of them. He just happily patted him on the shoulder.

"You all remember to sit in the third and fourth rows. I tried it. The view there is better. Wait and see our performance!" Cyril didn't care about the strange faces of the three, and accepted the friend's cheering frankly. Cheering, he hurried back to his teammates to make final preparations.

John climbed up the stands in a daze, and Mrs. Hooch only made them check that the banners were hanging crookedly.However, the whole process was almost a symbolic walk around the field by three people.Merlin knew why the banners arranged with hanging spells and calibration spells might hang crookedly!

Slowly as time went by, the number of people in the stands increased.

Ten minutes before the start of the game, after all the principals, teachers, judges, experts and even officials from relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic entered the arena, Mr. Domingo, the referee and host, announced the opening of the game with a magic microphone.

The first was to make the magical creatures obey orders, and John saw the order of play on the big screen, with Cyril coming in third.Whether this position is good or bad depends mainly on Xi Ruier's own performance.

In fact, John is a little worried about his roommate, because compared to the French tree guard and the German moon monster, Cyril's Nixie is indeed not an obedient little creature.

Sure enough, after a brief introduction by Roland himself, the tree-guarding pot Luo became very cute and cute in the hands of the big French boy. , also maintained enough rationality, did not fly up.

During the competition, Domingo introduced more detailed information about the tree-guarding panluo, such as the source, habits and some precautions, in a loving voice.

Every spectator present can observe every move of the players and his little creatures on the field without blind spots on the huge dome opposite.

Many girls in the audience uttered nympho screams from time to time, obviously fascinated by the gentle and handsome French boy Roland.

After Roland left the field, the only female among the contestants—Ava and her Motra, behaved quite well, because Motra is not very beautiful in appearance. Rat quick response ability.

Cyril was about to play, and John took out a handkerchief from his pocket - the Ravenclaw senior sister gave him two days ago, but he was reluctant to use it, and now he raised it up without hesitation and wiped his forehead.

As soon as Cyril appeared on the stage, it caused a commotion.

The reason is very simple, he holds two Xixiu in his arms, one big and one small.Put them on the ground after entering the field.

The two snuffers swayed from side to side, like two penguins walking around the field behind the boy.It looks like two children walking with their mother penguin, full of cuteness.

Cyril rang the microphone next to his mouth, and briefly introduced Zhaocai and Zhaocai's brothers to everyone.Fiona Scamander, who had been sitting in the judges' seat, suddenly picked up the microphone: "Sorry, I'm too curious, you mean, this group of snuffers found the little guy called Zhaocai behind you, and then Zhao Cai persuaded them to stay together?"

"That's right, Ms Scamander."

"It's really amazing, let's start your performance!" Fiona sat up a bit, obviously looking forward to it.

John also adjusted his sitting position, waiting with bated breath.

This feeling is almost more nervous than playing by yourself.

I saw that the two sniffers, who were supposed to be lawless, cooperated very well and successfully completed a series of special checkpoints set by the judges. Both of them completed the task, walked slowly in front of Cyril, screamed and jumped happily There was a short dance, obviously having fun.

Although a sound barrier is set up at the game site, the sound feedback can only be transmitted through a special magic microphone.But Cyril still felt the roar of laughter from the stands.

John sat in the midst of laughter and couldn't help but relax his tense nerves. He watched his roommate shyly touch the two little guys like moles one by one, and stopped them from jumping out of the whole radio gymnastics when they got excited. revealing plot, and then one rewarded a gold coin that looked bigger than a Galleon.

Fiona was obviously also amused, and she continued to shout through the microphone with a smile: "Hi, young man. What did you give Sniff, if you don't mind, let's take a look!"

John saw Cyril take out another special gold coin from his pocket, and the magic camera flew over and transmitted the picture to the big screen in real time.

After everyone saw it clearly, the audience was in an uproar. A huge gold coin was carefully engraved with the inscription "Xixi!"

"The pattern on each coin is different, and I designed it myself. Because I found that snuffers seem to prefer gold coins with their own faces. For example, the one in my hand belongs to Sniff's father, which is another big sniff Smell. This is like an exclusive medal for them." Cyril explained with a smile.

In an instant, the judging panel exploded. Fiona Scamander never expected that her unintentional joke would lead to such a miraculous conclusion. The judges immediately wondered whether they preferred gold coins with their own portraits on them. The matter became a frenzy of discussion.

In the end, Domingo stood up and announced that Cyril could go back to rest, and the next player entered.

John has no intention of paying attention to the performance of the next two contestants. At this moment, the admiration for his roommate and the pride of being honored make him wish to stand up and sing a song.

However, after half an hour, John realized that his pride point was too low, and his roommate was a bit against the sky!