Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"So it was settled like this. At the beginning, Hagrid designed a level, and then Professor Sprout came to you, and then Mrs. Hooch, Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell, Professor Snape and Assistant Professor McLean."

Dumbledore sent the "level arrangement" to everyone at a teacher meeting.

"If there is no problem, everyone take a moment to arrange with me."

Everyone looked at the form on the small piece of parchment in their hands, and nodded to express their acceptance.

"Also, please keep everyone's level secret."

Dumbledore touched his beard, and the next second, the small note in the professor's hand spun up and ignited into a small orange flame, turning into ashes.

……

Cyril and Snape walked in the castle, chatting softly.

"So the working hours here and there are set?"

The black-haired, black-eyed wizard strode forward, his robe billowing, holding the teaching arrangement for him and Cyril in his hand.

"It's settled. Monday, Wednesday, Friday at Hogwarts, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday at St. Mungo's. Sunday off."

Cyril was now exactly half a head shorter than Snape, with a slender waist and long legs, walking beside him to keep up with the wizard's pace was effortless.

"That's just right. From now on, the first-grade classes will be yours. As long as you are in school and I have classes, you can come over."

"Okay. But...I'll teach the first grade directly...Will it be a bit sloppy?"

Cyril knew that there was no major problem with her ability, but she felt a little pressured to be an introductory potion teacher for first-year freshmen.

Snape paused, turned his head to look at the white fox boy beside him, and said in a playful tone, "Do you want to hear my praise for you, or are you really being humble?"

"A little bit!" Cyril admitted frankly.

"Then you're going to be disappointed, Assistant Professor McLean. I've been practicing for... 10 years, and praise and encouragement are not my teaching philosophy."

"What a pity." The boy shrugged insincerely.

"However, I suggest that you prepare your lessons carefully. I will attend your first lesson."

"Whoa. So my dear Professor Snape, if your teaching assistant—I don't speak well, will you revoke my teaching assistantship?"

Cyril narrowed her gray-green eyes and looked like a fox.

"No. But at night I'll punish you for copying and... spanking."

"...I'm an adult, Severus. You're domestic violence." Cyril changed his name and refused dryly.

Snape pushed open the door of Head Slytherin's office in a good mood, walked in first, and stopped chatting with Cyril.

……

In the blink of an eye, it is the beginning of the school year, and it is another year's long-awaited school opening dinner.

When Cyril sat on the teacher's seat in a brand-new capacity, the boy smiled and admired the embarrassment of the 7th graders.

Hufflepuff's Bowen and Slytherin's John became the calmest two. Amidst the whispering and whispering, the two maintained the posture of "sitting still like a clock" and staring at all the "fishes" around them. Lip Wizard".

In fact, there were rumors that McClain of Slytherin would stay in school after graduating early, but no one has been able to confirm this.

For this reason, the Little Prophet Daily published a special page for everyone to guess "the eternal male god", "the mysterious little prince of the East", "the little pride of Hogwarts", "the light of Slytherin"——— Why did Cyril McLean graduate early and only participate in NEWTs in 6th grade.

At that time, there were different opinions: the version accepted by the public: McLean wanted to rush back to inherit the family business, and now his family property in both China and the UK is too strong, and as we all know, Cyril’s father, Mr. Benedict McLean, was famously loved Beauty doesn't love the country, so the heavy responsibility of family prosperity falls on Cyril's immature shoulders.

Other version 1: Dongfang got married very early. It is visually estimated that McClean is going back to get married. He has not been in a relationship for 6 years in school, and even rejected the French diamond king "The Melancholic Little Prince-Roland St. Pierre" His courtship must have been engaged for a long time.

Other version 2: Prefect McLean has an unknown and mysterious oriental blood. It is rumored that he will return to China after the age of 16 to accept the inheritance, learn peerless martial arts, and then dominate the wizarding world.

Other version 3: Who said that McClain has never been in love?He may have been in a relationship all along.According to a reliable source, McLean has always shown that he has a sweetheart, and he is still in love for 10 minutes.Visually, the other party is not British, maybe the two of them tasted the forbidden fruit early, and now the other party is pregnant, so he has to rush back to accompany his family.

Other version 4: The mysterious little prince of the East may be pregnant himself.According to the observation of interested people, throughout the sixth grade, the little prince McLean lived reclusively, his face was pale, and he didn’t seem to be resting well (Cyril: Fuck you! That’s tired of reviewing!!!), suspected to be early pregnancy, after the exam Graduated quickly and went home to give birth.

Other version 5: ...

John bought a copy of the "Little Daily Prophet" and sent it to Wendy Scrimgeour, who works at the "Daily Prophet".

No, she's going to be called "Wendy Scrimgeour Flint" soon.

Wendy was very happy to receive the newspaper, and gave John a group photo of all Quidditch members of the Irish team with their signatures --- Gene is already an official player of the Irish team.

"The language generalization skills of the current writers are too poor, and they go around and around, but in fact, so many conjectures can be summed up in one sentence: Cyril went home to get married, had children, and inherited the property." ——Wendy Attached to the photo is a post-it note that says so.

John actually thinks it makes sense, and now his mind is full of the fact that Cyril went home to have a baby-although he just received a letter from Cyril, who specifically told his good friend that he himself Will stay in school.

But people always believe what they want to believe. Thinking about my beautiful roommate with a big belly is very touching...

John paused for five seconds to reflect on his thoughts.

Although the roommate is brilliant, but the attack power is not bad.I can't afford it, I can't afford it...

……

The camera turned back, and there were whispers all around.

"That's McClain!"

"Yes, he is a teacher."

"What did we miss??? Everyone else is my teacher, and I'm still a student?"

"No, I don't think it's our problem. Hogwarts hasn't had a ghost like McLean in the past 100 years."

"So I can't call you Cyril's little sweetheart in the future, but should I call you Teacher McLean?"

"What kind of strange focus is this???"

"By the way, do you know what he teaches?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts? I didn't see last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. There's a new one, though."

"Why is that new teacher wearing a strange turban? It looks like an Indian snake dancer."

"Weak question, aren't we discussing McClain now?"

"Our little oriental prince is going to be a professor at such a young age..."

……

However, after a while, the first-year freshmen came.

Cyril was sitting next to Snape, at the end of the long table.

Originally, Quirrell was going to sit next to Cyril, but Snape forcibly lifted his white fox boy up and changed his seat.

Embarrassment is no longer a matter of concern, Cyril saw Little Harry and Little Dragon Bao among a group of little wizards dressed in black wizard robes at a glance.

The two of them were muttering something together, and little Harry's big green eyes first rounded up curiously, and then narrowed with a smile.

Xiao Longbao opened his gray-blue eyes with pride, and raised his pointed chin—the same as his "White Peacock" father.

Behind the two small buns are two slightly larger buns, like a wall separating the two people from the large group of people behind them.

"It seems that Harry and Draco are getting along well." Cyril smiled and whispered to Severus.

"Sit down."

Severus' back was straight, his face was serious, his mouth was slightly opened, and hissed reminders.

"Do you think Harry will be assigned to Slytherin?" Cyril completely ignored the wizard's reminder and continued to talk to himself.

Snape shook his upright sitting posture.

"It's best not to, I don't want to deduct points from my college."

Having said that, Snape frowned, regardless of his manners, and seemed genuinely worried.

Cyril suddenly remembered two days ago when Dumbledore and Dumbledore were decorating the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, they chatted - Snape would definitely not join in this kind of chat, so he was mainly working, and the other two Individuals leaned together and muttered.

"Principal, which house do you think Harry will go to?"

"I really can't say that, Cyril."

"His parents were both Gryffindors."

"This kind of thing is not absolute. Put it in the past... I will insist on persuading him to go to Gryffindor."

"Before? How long ago?"

"Before the Soul Eater potion was discovered."

"You mean...?"

"At that time, if it was really determined to have a protracted struggle with Tom, then the so-called savior would definitely enter Gryffindor and establish a heroic image. We just lack such a benchmark figure now."

"I thought you were already our benchmark."

"It's not enough, boy. And I'm old and I'm going away. Only Harry is the best heir."

"But Harry is still a child."

"Yeah. I've often reminded myself of this, too. Harry was just an unlucky kid. His parents died, and his only blood relative was his aunt who didn't like wizards. He had a very unfortunate childhood, very poor.

However, those who have experienced that dark period know deeply what war is, and the enemy is far more powerful and terrifying than we imagined.

Tom has nothing to throw away, except his precious life.But our bottom line is too high compared with his. We have relatives, friends, future and a blue sky above our heads.

An old man said: With great power comes great responsibility.Harry was chosen, and sometimes the only thing we can do is help him in any way we can. "

"Albus, I've been meaning to ask, in that plan of yours, where you put yourself, me, Severus...and everyone—I mean those on your team—in one What kind of position."

"If one day, the wizarding world is in danger, then we will be desperate."

When the old man said this, his tone was unprecedentedly firm.

The two were silent for a while, probably because the topic was too heavy, and neither of them wanted to say anything more for a while.

After a while, it seems to understand this matter.Cyril nodded slowly, and regained a brisk tone: "What about now?"

"Now he's just a kid with a little trouble that needs to be solved. He should take medicine for a cold, shouldn't he?"

Dumbledore blinked.

"I am more than once thankful that I discovered that handbook and saved too many people."

Cyril blinked too.