Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Oh! good afternoon, my boys."

Dumbledore placed a snack box made of bamboo strips firmly on the table, and greeted the two people who came in with a natural expression, as if it wasn't him who was trembling with fright just now.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Albus." Snape nodded in greeting.

Cyril looked at the bamboo box covered with a woolen handle embroidered with purple and yellow, and instantly knew the source of the snack. (Luke 16, John's Owl)

Seeing Cyril staring directly at his snack box, Principal Dumbledore's expression froze for a second.Then he opened the lid of the box with great enthusiasm, and greeted Cyril with a sincere face to have some snacks.

"Come and have a taste, it's from your grandma. What a kind person!"

By the way, the words "your grandma" are extraordinarily slow and clear.

Cyril wanted to laugh a little, but he made an exaggerated expression on purpose, and stretched out his hand straight to the largest piece of flower cake in the middle.

From the corner of the eye, seeing Principal Dumbledore's faintly uncontrollable sincere smile, he bit off half of it in one bite with peace of mind.

The beard on Dumbledore's face trembled slightly, and then he turned his gaze to the Potions Professor standing aside.

"Do you want a piece too?" He said and picked up the smallest piece of sesame crisp on the far side.

"No thanks. We have business to do." Snape couldn't bear to look straight at him, turned his head, turned the golden-purple chair beside his legs into dark green, and sat on it.

"Well, if you insist. The business matters."

Headmaster Dumbledore immediately closed his snack box graciously, and put it in a drawer.

How serious the expression is, how fast the action is.

"see this."

Snape directly drifted the locket that had been floating not far in front of him to the headmaster, and added with a twitch of his mouth, "Conscience advises, don't touch it, it's highly poisonous."

"Oh! Is this...?"

Headmaster Dumbledore was really serious this time. He frowned, pushed his glasses, took a closer look, then retracted his chin, and through the gap above the glasses, his eyes were unobstructed. Gogou forgot the past.

"Locket?"

"Correct."

Dumbledore took out his strangely shaped wand and cast several very complicated spells, one of which had exactly the same effect as Dean Snape had cast before.

After a while the old man asked, "Where did you get it?"

"Black's old house, I went to deliver some letters from my old friend before his death today, by the way..."

"Did Cyril find it?" Dumbledore seemed to have guessed something, and asked directly.

"So to speak. To be exact, his precious pet."

"In addition to physical attacks, Pingan has such abilities after advanced?" Dumbledore looked shocked.

"Cyril?" Snape directly raised his chin to the little troll sitting beside him, motioning him to say.

Cyril understood, and gently unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, a small emerald green snake was coiled around his wrist.

"Merlin!" Dumbledore looked closely at it for a long time, and finally he could only say this word dryly.

"Although it's unbelievable, Mr. McLean's luck is always shocking. A while ago, he met Lord Slytherin in the portrait, and was... fancy..."

Xi Ruier keenly felt the slight rise in the tone of the professor's tone when he said "fancy".

"Then became the inheritor of Slytherin, and was ordered to help the founder take care of the pets."

"Wait, the pet you mentioned, if I'm not mistaken, is a... basilisk?"

"Yes. But the principal, I signed a contract with the minibus, sorry, Basilisk, and I will never hurt anyone. It is absolutely safe."

Cyril quickly stood up and expressed his opinion.

"Yes yes, you understand what I want to say. But... as head of the school, I may still have to confirm with you, yes, you have inherited Slytherin... your... minibus usually Where do you live?"

The old headmaster was a little incoherent for a while. Obviously, for a centenarian, he suddenly stuffed so much information during his leisurely tea time, even if this old man is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard in modern times, and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. ...and a little out of my mind.

"Next door to the dean's office..."

"Well, this is indeed a problem, please give me some time, I think I will think of a good place, which is convenient for you to visit your pets, and also to ensure everyone's safety...Of course, Hogwarts school rules say that one person can only Take a pet...but it's the founder's..."

Headmaster Dumbledore's mind seemed to be on many things for a split second.

"These are not the main problems, let's talk about the locket first." Dumbledore took a sip of the black tea on the table, found the point by himself, and began to examine the locket in front of him again.

"Severus, this..."

"Yes, Albus. Exactly what you think."

Principal Dumbledore brushed his cheeks with a pair of thin palms, and finally clasped his palms on the desk in front of him, and only let out a soft breath for a while: "Ah."

"Albus, the locket was intact until Cyril's pet found it. The kind of... intact. You know what I mean?"

Snape stood up from his chair suddenly, put his hands on Dumbledore's desk, obsidian eyes sparkled with a strong light.

"I understand what you mean, Severus. So... the basilisk's venom..." Principal Dumbledore was obviously also suddenly excited, stood up from his chair, and flexed his long white beard on his chest He circled the table twice.

After turning around twice, the old headmaster stopped, turned around and said to the two people in front of him, "My children. This is the best news I've heard in the past few months except for Sirius being rehabilitated! "

"Not only found a Horcrux, but also found a way to destroy the Horcrux!"

The old man seemed to be 50 years younger. He walked and chattered, then stood in front of the table, opened the drawer, and put the snack box made of bamboo strips on the desk with a "boom". His eyes sparkled, and he looked at Cyril with excitement: "Do you want two more? Cyril? The biggest one?"

"No, no, thank you."

It was the first time that Cyril saw Principal Dumbledore so excited, and he wanted to laugh. Although the old principal was very happy every day, this kind of sincere excitement and joy was rare.

Old people who have experienced too many storms are always difficult to have pure excitement and happiness. This time Dumbledore is really happy.

Think about it, yes, this "accident" of the minibus did bring infinite hope.

Headmaster Dumbledore stuffed himself with two mouthfuls of snacks, picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.I calmed down.

"By the way, Cyril, my son, just now Severus said that you became the inheritor of Slytherin?"

Cyril nodded.

Headmaster Dumbledore put the teacup back on the table and stared deeply at the boy in front of him.

Cyril looked at the old headmaster calmly, without a trace of dodge.

After a while, a skinny hand covered the top of Cyril's own head.Then knead slowly.

"Promise me a request? As an old man." Headmaster Dumbledore said softly.

"Please speak."

"At any time, please don't abandon Hogwarts. Hogwarts is the root of all wizards in the UK... Of course, if you can, you will come to the school more after you graduate. If... I just say if , you are willing to stay... It's all up to you, don't feel bound... You are only 14 years old now, let me say this..."

"Principal." Cyril took the initiative to interrupt this respectable old man for the first time.

Headmaster Dumbledore slowly calmed down from his emotions, and looked at the young boy with firm eyes in front of him.

"Hogwarts is a second home for all our little wizards. I'm a family guy. I'm very interested in apothecaries and healing, and I think in the future... there will always be a need for someone to come and help Madam Pomfrey now and then." , what do you think? Although, I may not be able to work 7 days a week... This is just my ideal, as you said, I am only 14 years old now..."

Headmaster Dumbledore's blue eyes slowly revealed sparkling colors, and the old headmaster turned around slowly, as if he had suddenly developed a strong interest in the old buddy beside him—Phoenix Fox.

The office suddenly fell silent. Snape had been quietly sitting in his chair watching everything in front of him without making a sound.

"Then please work hard. I feel sincerely honored that Hogwarts will be taken care of by a great master of medical magic and pharmacy in the future." Principal Dumbledore said in a low voice.

……

Evening, Head Slytherin's office.

Cyril, who was "serving labor", put the potion papers at hand on the table, and suddenly raised his head curiously to ask the dean who was reading.

"Dean, your letter to Sirius Black this morning..."

"His brother wrote to him."

"He actually has a younger brother?" Cyril completely stuffed the quill in his hand into the pen holder, widening his eyes curiously.

"Yes. A Slytherin two levels younger than me."

"Their relationship must be bad..." Cyril sighed sadly.

Snape pulled his eyes out of the book and glanced at the sad little troll.

"Sirius is so bearish, he must look down on Slytherin... Poor thing, what happened to his brother?"

"He...disappeared." Snape said in a low voice, considering his words.

"... Oh. Who is he from?" Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question he had been wanting to ask in a soft voice.

Then he stared nervously at the motionless dean, ready to be ridiculed at any time.

"I don't know... To be exact, I'm not sure. I rarely see him... He seems to have been favored for a while... Then he disappeared suddenly. Half a month before he disappeared, he gave me those letters ...Actually, it is said to disappear, maybe..."

Snape replied in a low voice, not angry that Cyril asked about that person, and even said it calmly and calmly like a bystander.

"Oh..." Cyril lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

……

The next day, Cyril, who was in the room next to the dean's office and feeling peaceful, suddenly heard strange movements from the corridor outside.

"Thief!!! Come out!!!"