Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape went all the way down to the potions laboratory.

His body was very tired after undergoing soul healing and removal of the Dark Mark, but his mind was unusually clear.

This is a kind of sobriety that has never been seen before, or sobriety.

He felt as if he had taken a powerful elixir of refreshment and inspiration.

He wanted to make potions, and he wanted to do it urgently, especially after seeing Cyril's hideous scar on his left wrist exposed outside the quilt, he suddenly wanted to do something.

Opening the door to the basement, the familiar smell of potions came, and the air still faintly smelled of the Felicia elixir made before.

This smell makes people feel good.

Snape changed the loose robe directly into a well-fitting black shirt, rolled up the cuffs, and picked up a new piece of parchment from the experimental table, a line of fierce and domineering handwriting appeared on the top of the parchment.

"C Magic Reagent——Improvement and Thinking Based on Monan Gel"

He was suddenly very inspired, he wanted to make a brand new potion to heal wounds, and he had to overcome the huge side effect of Mo Nan Gel - lack of sense of direction.

This was also the moment when he saw the scar on Cyril's wrist, he had a sudden inspiration.

In the past, Monan Gel first sealed the wound to form a protective film, and then slowly penetrated to stop bleeding and heal.This caused the magic power and gel left in the wound blood to react, making the wizard lose his sense of direction.

But what if you jump out of this mindset?

If he designs a reagent that stops bleeding and heals first, treats the wound, and then seals it up...it is equivalent to treating the wound and then adding another layer of protection until it is completely healed...

Then there is no need for a gel, perhaps a liniment that absorbs quickly after rubbing is the ideal form.

Snape's brain was running fast, and the quill in his hand was not stopping.After writing out the preliminary ideas, Snape took out his own set of potion tools and started experimenting.

……

At four o'clock in the morning on January 1, Snape walked out of the underground laboratory with a small medicine bottle in his hand.

The door to Cyril's room was gently pushed open, and Snape did not disturb the little troll inside.

In fact, the little troll rolled the thick duvet into an egg roll and slept soundly with his arms around him.

Pikachu's pajamas were rubbed up, revealing a corner of his white and tender belly.

It was hard to imagine that five hours ago, this child designed and completed a brand new magic circle by himself, and to a certain extent defeated the black myth that the Dark Lord was almost invincible.

So far, no one has ever removed the Dark Mark, which is something no one dared to think about.

Snape suddenly remembered that Karkaroff came to him during the five-school alliance and asked him if he had corroded potions. This old slicker exchanged freedom by exposing a large number of Death Eater companions during the trial, which directly led to his Should be the most unmarked person in the world.

What had he told Karkaroff then?

"Give it up, Igor. It might only take a minute to burn it on, but you'll have to wear it for the rest of your life."

……

Snape closed the door behind him, and walked softly to the boy's bed.

He put the medicine bottle in his hand on the bedside table, then resignedly pulled the boy back, covered him with the quilt, and put his left wrist upwards on the quilt.

The wizard wiped the potion on the little giant's wrist with sterile cotton, and the gray-green potion was absorbed on the flesh, and the color of the scar became lighter and lighter visible to the naked eye.

Snape rubbed another layer on it, and the wound healed into a red line.

The effect is exactly as I imagined.

Snape took the magic bandage from his pocket and wrapped it gently around the boy.

Tomorrow morning, the little troll's wrist will be fine.

It's just that this scar is destined to stay, but it won't be so hideous anymore.

Because the mithril knife used by the little troll is a knife made by goblins.

According to legend, it is a knife that will never contaminate blood after cutting. According to an ancient book, it was given to the blood clan by the goblin.The knife now belongs to Cyril's grandma Vera, who got it from the family on the other side of Italy.

Benny had a chat with himself once, so he remembered.

Snape sat on the edge of the bed when he was done.Looking at the sleeping boy, he didn't want to leave for a while.

He was full of thoughts, looking out the window at the night sky that was no longer so dark, and he would see the sunrise in more than an hour.

Snape felt that he was doomed to sleepless nights.

……

Cyril got out of the bed, stretched her bandaged wrist, and was surprised to find that there was no pain at all.

Think about it and know who bandaged him.

I can't help but feel a little happy in my heart.

After going downstairs, Cyril saw that the whole family was downstairs, but the dean was not found.

"Good morning!" Cyril greeted, waving the lucky cat hand.

"It's noon, son," said Benny, looking up from a letter.

"Okay, good noon. I'm sorry I got up late." Cyril scratched her hair, sat at the dining table, and consciously picked up the milk glass in front of her.

"It's okay to get up late once in a while. Severus said that you helped him make the potion last night, so he slept late." Lin Jiu patted his head.

"However, I still don't recommend young people to stay up late and not grow taller." Grandpa Lin turned into a super-sized white fox, walked gracefully across the table with his tail flicking, and said in a low voice.

"Hey, grandpa, you have also learned to speak like this, teach me when you have time!"

"Let's go to the next vacation. It's still a bit troublesome to learn this. It's enough for a while."

The big fox squatted next to his grandson's dinner plate, and then pushed a piece of freshly baked fried bacon in front of Cyril.

"Eat more! Half a child, eat a poor old man, I don't see you increasing your appetite!"

"Ugh, I'm eating, I think I've eaten a lot recently!" Xiril swallowed the meat in two bites, and hurriedly defended himself.

"By the way, dad. Where's the dean?"

"I was called away by Dumbledore early in the morning. By the way, I took your safety away."

"Oh fine."

Cyril looked around, slightly disappointed, he thought he could go back to school with the dean.

……

In the blink of an eye, school started, and Cyril's life was finally on the right track.

The next semester, without the five-school league and the Quidditch competition, became a lot more dull in an instant.

Speaking of the five-school alliance, Roland secretly left a piece of their clan emblem for himself before leaving.

When Cyril saw the envelope containing the family emblem, the French brother had already boarded Beauxbaton's carriage.And I don't know what spell Roland used. This family emblem no longer accepts mail and Floo powder.

Just shove his crest in and the owl refuses to deliver it...the fireplace will spit it out...

Along with the coat of arms of the Saint-Pierre family was a note, which said some affectionate words and threatened that one day he would return to take his coat of arms and his beloved.

Cyril looked at the small shiny badge in his hand, and couldn't throw it away even if he had a headache.It seems that the family crest of their family is still very important... It is said that it is only given to the destined partner.

With a terrible headache, Cyril stuffed the family crest and envelope into the bottom of the box.I only remembered it when I was packing up at home, and moved it to the corner of the drawer again.

Find a chance to meet him face to face...

Cyril thought about it casually for a while and put the matter behind her.

In addition to Roland's "big trouble", he also received another letter before Christmas.

A letter from an owl with a Muggle stamp on it.

The envelope is an ordinary Muggle envelope, and the letter paper is ordinary Muggle letter paper. The handwriting is immature, and the visual inspection uses a ballpoint pen.

"Dear Big Brother Cyril: Zhan Xinjia.

Don't know if you remember me, I'm that boy at McDonald's that you turned into a red train for me.

my name is harry.

I'm not sure if you'll get this letter, but I just wanted to send you a Christmas present...

It can't be considered a Christmas gift, I have nothing, so I made you a Christmas card.

I made a total of two materials, one for you and one for Kuaiyin.Hope you like it!

Let me tell you secretly, what our handicraft teacher taught us is actually a birthday card. I think it would be good to make a Christmas card in advance.

Because I don't know how long it will take for this letter to reach you.Hope it arrives before Christmas!

Another thing happened in school a few days before I wrote the letter.My pencil case was thrown into the lake by my cousin Dali, and there was a spelling test in the afternoon.And guess what?The magic power in me is manifested again!

When I ran to the lake, the pencil case flew back from the lake by itself!And it's dry, it's not bad at all! —They all thought I picked it up in the lake.

But this ability is sometimes not effective, and sometimes I really want to be able to control them!

By the way, do you think I should tell my good friend Quicksilver that I have magic power?

He told me everything, and I always felt sorry for him by keeping it from him.But I'm afraid he'll be like my aunt...he's the only friend I have around...

Actually, this is the first time I've written a letter, and I have no idea if I'm going to bore you by saying so much.However, I have a small request, can you tell me more about the magic world when the time is convenient?

I really don't know anything.

You said that I went back to school at the age of 11, but if I don't know anything, will the school reject me?

I hope you are well.

Sincerely, Harry. "

When Cyril received the letter they were still discussing how to get Regulus out of the cave, but he was very surprised that Harry had written to himself so soon.

The white fox boy thought for a long time, and finally ordered a wizard children's picture book by mail and wrote a short message back.

"Dear Harry, I wish you all the best.

I was very happy and pleasantly surprised to receive your letter.But I'm sorry it took so long to reply to you. I encountered some problems a while ago, but fortunately it has been resolved.

I love your Christmas present so much I decided to use it as a bookmark.

Also, your drawing of the Christmas elk is absolutely adorable.

I'm sorry to hear about your cousin treating you like this, and I hope you're not too sad.After all it's not so sad to think you'll be a wizard and a wizard and he's just a Muggle, isn't it?

There is a famous person in my mother's country who said something, which roughly means: When you have a heavy responsibility, the sky (Merlin/God) will always give you more tests.

Regarding the issue of magic power control, I still suggest that you do not try it in private, because you will receive systematic training and learning after you enter school.It is very dangerous to have no one to guide you now!

I will send you two books about the wizarding world, which contain some basic knowledge, you can read them when you have time.

I think you can share your secret with your friend, if he is really as good as you said, because a real friend will not break up because of such a trivial matter.

Also, don't worry about admissions.

Because when I first entered school, I couldn't even speak English.

Sincerely, Cyril. "

Xi Ruier sat on Ping An's body and finished writing the letter, and opened it to read it with satisfaction. The handwriting was beautiful and the tone was gentle.

I can't help but boast that I am really a considerate and caring big brother.

At this moment, a deep and silky voice sounded next to my ear: "Who are you communicating with?"