Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Hogwarts has already exploded because of Cyril's performance.

"Principal Dumbledore, does your school still offer courses related to elf spells?" Principal Kennedy came over.

"Yes, Albus. Hasn't the British Ministry of Magic been clamoring to reduce the teaching burden?" Mrs. Maxim of Beauxbatons was also surprised.

"Tsk! The burden of magic education is reduced, and you can directly set up a housekeeping magic training class... So you not only withstood the pressure, but also increased the difficulty?"

"It's unbelievable that a fourth-year student has such magical qualities..."

"Yeah yeah, 14 years old..."

"The younger generation is terrifying..."

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

……

There was a buzzing voice below, and Dumbledore dealt with wave after wave of "magic educators", stroking his beard with a smile, and his smile was inscrutable.

Even the usually low-key grandparents—Edward and Vera, were instantly surrounded by several gossip old buddies.Some people even exaggeratedly and secretly inquired whether Cyril had an engagement partner.

"My granddaughter is in the 2nd grade at Ilvermorny School in North America. This time she was too young to come with me. I brought your grandson to the United States to play during the holidays...you can develop and develop if you see the right eye...hahaha !"

Here, as Cyril's dean, Snape didn't have many people around to inquire because of his aura.But even if there are one or two people who are not afraid of the air-conditioning, he has no time to take care of them at the moment.

The shock that erupted from his heart just now was not an illusion; the momentary induction between the two people, or he unilaterally felt Cyril’s magic fluctuations was not an illusion; and the elf that suddenly appeared on his chest Textures are not an illusion...

The last time Cyril had an accident in the Response Room, he had doubts about it, but he was too worried and anxious, and the mess in his head made him reluctant to think about other directions.

At that time, he simply comforted himself that this was just a little fetter of the blessing potion, like the sixth sense that Muggles often say, the magical induction between relatives.

As a topic of potion, even a topic that is closely related to himself, he is interested in researching it.Even in order to obtain more information, he thought of specifically inheriting the Prince Manor, which he had never looked down upon, and he was unwilling to use it as a talking point after he became an adult.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though the population is dying now, the Prince Manor is still coveted by many parties. Under pressure, with the help of friends, he can barely complete the procedure, waiting for the liquidation and handover.

I thought that after getting the right to use the Prince Manor soon, he would be able to reveal the secrets hidden under the veil of the "Blessing Potion" from the thousands of collections, and then figure out the various bonds between himself and Cyril, and confirm Is it what you think it is.

Everything was going according to plan, and he had a chance to win.Before Cyril reaches adulthood, all the truth will be revealed, but now...

Just 10 minutes earlier, something else had happened that was different and completely unaccounted for, and reality was as obvious as a book that had been turned and held up to one's nostrils.

Caught him off guard.

If one thing is not clear, another will follow.And this time it also involves elf magic...

I remembered what Lord Slytherin said before, the Prince family first originated from the potion elves, and their ancestors, the potion elves, almost single-handedly created potion science, which is the origin of potion science in the wizarding world.

It's ridiculous, he never believed in blood, didn't before, because he didn't think he had that in him.

As a Slytherin through and through, he certainly knew exactly what it meant to have a good and noble blood.

But he could stand upright and swear with his wand.From childhood to adulthood, all my gains are due to paying a huge price.He never got anything extra for being half Prince.

reputation?nonexistent.

When someone pointed his wand at the nose in the Slytherin common room and shouted "Dirty half-blood, get out!", he knew that people always focus on the part of your relative inferiority, which is the inferiority of human beings.

wealth?never seen.

Poverty has always troubled him throughout his youth and youth. For a long time, he often refused to open his eyes in the morning, because waking up meant a new day, which meant that he was about to face the embarrassment of being hungry and My father blamed me for not getting the money to buy wine.

Even the seemingly extraordinary talent and achievements in potions are only known to him, without studying hard and practicing day and night, it is impossible for him to come to this point.Being mediocre and becoming the dregs of society seems to be more in line with my origin.

Mother Ms. Irene Prince Snape, preferring to be called Irene Snape or Mrs. Snape.She abandoned her family, her surname... In the end, before she left, she left only her only son, a few broken books and a rusty badge necklace.

Speaking of the necklace, I seem to have lost it myself...

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, laughing at himself.

It's really sad to think about it, even if the Prince Manor is about to belong to him... He is very sure that if it is not for the social status he already has and the full support of his old friends, it will never be in his hands.

This was all the wealth this bloodline gave him.

Ten minutes ago, he thought he was very firm in all the above ideas, and he would not change until the day he died.But he was poked in the heart by Cyril's elf magic.

For the first time he became aware of a new, utterly absurd possibility.

Excluding the "blessing potion" that made him scratch his head before, the blood of the elves seems to have been flowing in Prince's blood, maybe this is a secret of their family and his mother's family.

Perhaps everything will be verified the moment the Prince Manor is opened...

Snape frowned, touched the tip of his nose lightly, and turned his gaze back to the "live broadcast".He completely ignored the audience who had already fried the pot around him.

In other words... the little troll secretly learned elf magic in a place he couldn't see...

Ah!It seems that after the Bahrain reagent accident last time, if there was no spanking, there would be sequelae.

Just as the scar was healed, he started jumping around. Elven magic is directly related to the soul, and practicing it in private is no less dangerous than him going to the Room of Requirement to create a potion explosion!

It seems that after the competition is over, it is necessary to start the dean's heart-to-heart talk with the students, and one session per day may be considered...

Snape hooked the right corner of his mouth, and tidied up the cuff buttons around his wrists that had just been hastily untied.

Meanwhile, here at Kensington Palace Gardens.

Satisfied, Cyril put away her belongings, crawled out of the grass, patted the grass clippings on her knees and elbows, and pulled Dot off her shoulders.

"How many times have I said, don't climb your shoulders where there are many Muggles, I will forget to cast an ignore spell on you!" Cyril said with a smile on the "blue and green" little guy on his hand.

"Uh huh, when are we going to the next destination? Or is it possible to end the competition directly? I just took a look. You have already scored much higher than other students. If you are sure, you can go back now and wait to be No.1." .”

"Oh! So good? Then wait a little longer, we'll go back when Sherlock finishes his case." Cyril straightened his tie again and replied cheerfully.

Cyril walked back humming a little tune in a good mood, probably because he had completed the task and saw the elf, at this moment the boy was exuding excitement and happiness from the inside out.

Suddenly, a small black figure galloping past close to the road caught Cyril's attention instantly.

"Fortune!" Cyril stopped in shock.

"..." Diandian got out of his pocket directly, stretched his neck and looked out while lying on his stomach.

"...Oh, I just...just..." Cyril stammered to the green head on his pocket.

"I heard..." Diandian also hesitated.

"Fortune! My God! There's a Nixiu here!!!" Cyril seemed to have finally come to his senses, and ran after him.

"...Add 95 points?" Diandian quickly slipped back into his pocket because of the oncoming wind.

"..."

"That's true!! My God! Why did the organizing committee release Xixiu!" Cyril exclaimed while running.

Sniffing and Zhaocai moved very nimbly, and jumped over Diana's rose bushes in a few strokes, and ran towards the center of the garden where the crowd was the densest...

"Oh! No!" Cyril muttered and followed.

Niuxi nimbly passed between the high-heeled leather shoes, Cyril squeezed through the crowd all the way, said sorry and walked forward with difficulty, turning around to attract money, and finally stopped by a marble fountain.

Sniffing's little black head turned left and right, and locked on Cyril who was more than ten steps away.

The little guy's black bean-like eyes lit up, he stood on his hind feet, stretched out a front paw, and scratched it from the air with his small paw.

Cyril knew it was a greeting to himself, that's how he had trained them more than a week ago.

"Hi! Lucky! Don't run away... Come to me, I have gold coins here!" Cyril calmed the little animal in a low voice, and looked around, lest the crowd would notice its existence.

There were too many people, and he didn't dare to take out his wand for a moment. Casting spells in front of so many Muggles was no joke!

Zhaocai seemed to understand, hesitantly and eagerly took a small step in his direction...

Seeing that it seemed to be effective, Cyril immediately fumbled for a Galleon from the hidden Qiankun bag, and handed it forward.

"Look! I didn't lie to you, come here!"

Xixiu stretched her neck, took two more steps, and was about to jump off the marble platform of the fountain.

"Oh! Mr. Xavier! Welcome, you are full of splendor! I never thought that you would be in England on the dog's birthday! It is our greatest fate to have you here!"

A loud voice appeared out of nowhere, interrupting the "emotional eye contact" between Xi Ruier and Zhaocai, and the two, one big and one small, both turned their heads.

A short man in a white suit and a thick gold necklace around his neck, with a round belly and champagne, was saying hello to a man sitting in a strange chair.

The standing man combed his shiny hair, took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray, bent slightly and handed it to the man in a silver-gray suit.

Cyril guessed that the latter had something wrong with his legs, since his unique chair had wheels.

The man with the gold necklace stretched out his hand and instantly revealed a 5 cm wide diamond gold watch on his arm. The surface of the gemstone almost blinded Cyril's eyes in the sunlight.

Not only is it a gold watch, but the number of rings on the opponent's hand is also frightening. On the short and fat fingers, there are four rings interlaced left, right, left, right, up and down. They are colorful, jeweled, and very lively...

to suffer...

Cyril turned his head to look back, and sure enough, Zhaocai took back the steps he had taken before, and had already focused all his attention on the man in the white suit...

Cyril seems to have seen the "intense desire" that Xixiu exudes from the inside out...

My whole body hurts.

Zhaocai started to move, slowly, gently, step by step, crawling towards the man in the suit.

"..."

Cyril's brain began to work rapidly, and he had to find a way to get Zhao Cai away before the group of Muggles found out...

Considering that the Muggles who appeared here are either rich or expensive, and the jewelry on their bodies is absolutely impressive, Cyril strengthened his belief even more!

Probably because the "Muggles" chatted too happily and devotedly, no one found a creeping little black guy for the time being, except...

That big black dog called Mr. Xavier's feet.

The big black dog that was lying at his feet suddenly stood up vigilantly, pricked up its ears, looked around, and locked on the unknown creature that appeared in the defense zone at a glance.

The big guy lowered his body...and gritted his teeth.

"Woo... woof woof woof!!!"

The sleek, big dog suddenly burst into earth-shattering barks, startling the singing and dancing people around.

When Cyril had no time to react, the huge black figure flew out like an arrow from the string in an instant, and went straight to Xixiu, who was halfway stalking.

Zhaocai was obviously taken aback, and the whole cat's hair was blown up.

Xi Ruier didn't care about whether he would be discovered, so he rushed towards Xixiu, probably because the big black dog was too aggressive and turned around to escape, and the big black dog was chasing after him.

"Blake! Stop it!!!"

"Don't run away to attract money!!! Come to me!"

"My God! Where is the dog!"

"Ah! My dress!"

"Watch out for the parasols! Oh my god they're coming towards the table!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, here is the champagne tower..."

"..."

The screams at the scene overwhelmed the music and the fountain for a moment, and there was a panic.

In a corner of the dessert area in the garden, two men in dark suits turned around and watched.

"What's the matter, Mycroft?"

"I don't know... Looks like someone's dog got out of control there? What do you think, Benny my friend."