Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Yeah, be merry!"—said the young man, in a voice full of joy, with an uptick.

"I think we should walk along the Thames and walk on the side of the road. It can also be used as exercise. You are all day long..."

"No, Severus, you promised to listen to me."

Jenny felt that she seemed to hear from the conversation between the two men...a faint...smell of dog abuse?

But the reality made her not care about that much for the time being. Jenny and her classmates rushed to buy tickets. There were two counters in total. They occupied one of them first and were discussing seats with the conductor.

"Excuse me. How much plus... pounds for the latest movie?"

The nice voice sounded next to Jenny, and Jenny sneaked a glance at the counter beside her.

It was the older man!He is buying tickets! ! !

Also, he has never bought a movie ticket after seeing him. Who would ask "the last movie" without saying which movie?

Sure enough, the next second, the female conductor asked without looking up: "Which one do you want to watch?"

Jenny patted the arm of her friend beside her, told her that she could sit anywhere, and then began to watch quietly.

That older man looks more and more interesting, every gesture has a special temperament, guess which nobleman it is?He must be a member of the royal family. Looking at his three-piece suit, accessories, and combed hair, it all shows the worth and upbringing of this wizard.

After being questioned by the conductor, the man frowned, and a hint of confusion and impatience flashed in his dark eyes.He casually raised his head and pointed.

"Just that one."

Jenny raised her eyelids, very good, watching the same movie as us!

"15 pounds, do you want to choose a seat? Or should I choose for the two of you?"

"Please. No more change. Thank you."

Saying so, the man put the money on the counter.

Then Jenny saw this indifferent-looking man walking towards the young boy who was waiting aside with two tickets.

Jenny and her friends followed the two men all the way.

At the same time, she also saw the "skill" of that younger boy along the way.

Obviously, that older man has never been to a movie theater, and it can even be seen that he rejects the crowd—this may be a big noble, their castle may have a full set of video equipment, hundreds of films , never needing to go out and squeeze around in crowded public places.

After that, Jenny saw a small detail with her own eyes: When a young boy passed by, he accidentally bumped into the younger boy, and then the older man stretched out his long arms, and his eyes burst into a terrifying gaze.

Coincidentally, Jenny and her friend were sitting right behind them.

Her friend was still immersed in the excitement of seeing the love movie of the male god, but Jenny had already devoted herself to the interaction of the two handsome guys sitting in front.

The light in the movie hall flickers on and off, all depending on the titles on the big screen opposite.

Jenny stared at the two men who were not far or near in front of her in a daze. She had a magical guess in her heart, but she also felt that her thoughts were too ridiculous, so she stared at them without blinking, as if she was giving herself a lesson. find evidence for the conjecture.

This movie is what Jenny has been waiting for.The actor who plays the male protagonist is also the male god she has followed and secretly loved for many years—handsome, well-behaved, and every time a real person appears in front of the audience, he looks like a real nobleman, noble, gentleman, reserved and knowledgeable.

But today, after seeing the younger boy take a silk handkerchief out of his pocket, wipe his hands gently, and help the older one around him adjust his collar clip and cufflinks, she felt that even she was "prosperous." "Beauty" idols are also not so attractive.

Halfway through the movie, it seemed to be a sensational plot. The friend next to Jenny had already cried out half a pack of tissues. Jenny sat motionless, staring at her original position, completely unable to understand what the plot was. To be precise, she Almost missed more than half of the plot, all used to stare at the two mysterious men under the nose.

The younger boy had just fallen asleep.

Thinking about it, too, with such a young girl's heart plot, two big men sit here and watch it all the time, it's not easy to walk back and forth, and it's not polite to leave halfway, it is indeed a kind of torture.

The older man didn't fall asleep, he took off his suit jacket silently after he noticed that the person next to him was "chicken pecking rice", and then stretched out a hand to wrap the other person on his shoulder.

Or, did he place the other party in front of half of his chest?

Anyway, it was brought over.Then he put on his suit jacket.

Jenny silently turned her head and glanced at the crying classmate and friend beside her. A question suddenly popped up in her mind: If I fell asleep...would Amy hold me on her shoulders and cover me up? clothes?

In the next second, Jenny was aroused by her own idea and had goosebumps, shaking her shoulders and neck.

Ha ha.

……

Cyril woke up when the ending music sounded.

The white fox boy squinted his eyes and looked at the suddenly brightened auditorium, holding the suit jacket covering his body with one hand, and unconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth with the fingers of the other hand.

Is this the end of the movie?

"Did you sleep well?" Severus' voice was right next to his ear.

Cyril narrowed his eyes a little embarrassedly, then slowly got up.

"Is this the end of the show?"

"If you're talking about that blah blah movie that played earlier, yes."

"Say what?"

Cyril smoothed Severus' suit jacket, trying to smooth it out.

"Scary stories of men and women."

"Are the hero and heroine together?" Cyril yawned slightly.

"If you're talking about coffins...then yes, in a cemetery."

"Oh, that's terrible."

Cyril insincerely returned the suit jacket that still seemed a little wrinkled in his hand.

"I happen to think so too." Snape smirked.

"No, no, what I'm saying is, you actually saw it, it's terrible."

Cyril narrowed his fox eyes with a smile.

"In fact, I found out... I had a new idea."

Snape's eyes flickered with some uncertainty, thoughtfully.

Cyril's eyes widened belatedly. Did my professor fall in love with watching sadistic love movies, or was he fascinated by this bloody "you love me, I love him, and he loves her" setting?

"Severus, listen to me... This kind of movie... is usually bloody and unrealistic... Don't envy the plot in it..."

"Syril, what do you think, the time converter, let's change the way of thinking, what if we can really find someone who is fast enough to go ahead of time?"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other in confusion.

"You..." - Severus with a puzzled look on his face.

"I..." - Cyril with a face full of shame.

"What are you thinking?!"

Severus stared at his dark eyes, his dark pupils full of disbelief, and growled softly.

"I think your idea is very good. How did you come up with it?"

Xi Ruier changed the subject with a strong desire to survive, with a look of great interest.

Snape stood up slowly, because of the sitting posture, there were almost no wrinkles on the trousers, and his legs looked slender and straight.Then, he stretched out a hand and pulled up the young man who was still limp on the seat, leaving room for the cleaning staff who came in midway, and pulled Cyril out the door.

The suit jacket that Cyril had ravaged was casually draped over his arm by Snape.

"I just saw Regulus' vampire companion today. I thought of their physical fitness, and I remembered the female vampire who ran like a gust of wind. I just sat there and suddenly had a thought ———Is there anyone who can really reach a limit of speed, even if there is no need for a timer (time converter) accurate to the second, he can instantly transfer the crucible instantly."

"The idea is very novel, but there is a limit to how fast a vampire can be."

"Then I thought of someone... Cyril, have you forgotten? You introduced him."

Snape stopped, turned his head, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"What did I say?... Merlin, you can really think! Merlin's socks, you are too good! I kneel down for you!"

Regardless of the two of them on the street, Cyril almost jumped onto Snape's body, screaming and cheering.

Snape stopped, looked peacefully at his little trolls bouncing around him, with a bright smile.

Occasionally passers-by would look sideways, and would just shake their heads and chuckle, probably the two of you have encountered something happy and good!

"Stand firm, what do you want to eat? Go back to school after eating."

"I want to write to Quicksilver immediately to ask if he is competent. I think we have to rehearse a few times in advance. It's best to discuss this matter with Principal Dumbledore first."

"Don't worry, turn around and walk, don't walk backwards, what does it look like."

"Severus?"

"Ok?"

"Why do I feel like I can solve everything right away! So happy!"

"Mr. McLean is as optimistic as a Gryffindor now."

"Come on, Dean. You have taught me for six full years, don't you know if I am a Slytherin?"

"Six years and 23 days."

"what?"

"I feel like I'm still teaching you, Mr. McLean. Even though you've graduated."

"...Okay okay! How about we have fried chicken for dinner? I haven't eaten junk food in years and miss..."

"...I suddenly felt that I should go back to school directly. I should be able to catch up with dinner now."

"no no no."

On a road under the setting sun, there is a lot of traffic and pedestrians are in a hurry. A young man in a suit is hopping and walking beside another man. The man is straight, with one hand in his pocket and a suit jacket on his arm. Maintain a very harmonious pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

……

In the end, the two compromised with each other, ate at an Italian restaurant, and went to the principal's office first after returning to school.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the Pensieve, meditating, and was very happy to see the two of them coming - especially Cyril, who was still carrying a package of honey balls in his hand.

"Oh please sit my baby. Anything interesting to share with me?"

Cyril glanced at the wizard beside him and decided to speak directly.

Dumbledore nodded again and again after listening: "I think I can get in touch with that magical gentleman. In fact, I have met him once before. I think if he knows that the potion is for little Harry, Then he won't refuse. I thought maybe we could write a joint letter together, you as his friend and me as Harry's headmaster."

Cyril had exactly this intention, and he was very happy to achieve his goal.Turning his head, he happened to see Dumbledore staring at the Pensieve in the corner of the office with flickering eyes, and raised his eyebrows.

"Principal Dumbledore, is there anything we can do to help?"

Dumbledore stroked his white beard slowly, absent-mindedly, and returned to his senses when he heard Cyril's words.

"Just call me Albus, Cyril. Actually, I'm thinking about Tom's Horcrux."

"Is there something wrong with the Horcrux?" The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"That's not true. I'm looking back at the judgment made by your grandfather, Lao Lin. It was thanks to you at that time, remember?"

"Spirit chasing?"

"Yes. At that time, apart from the shielded Ravenclaw crown, a total of 5 lines were separated."

"Let me do the math first... a ring, a locket, and if little Harry counts..."

Dumbledore nodded, and continued to add: "The lonely soul wandering outside counts as one, and there is another."

"Don't forget that he made a new Horcrux in Little Hangleton. This was our guess at the time." Snape said coldly.

"Yes. In other words, there are three hidden dangers. Excluding the snake, we don't know what the state of the remaining two is." Dumbledore pondered.

Snape's tone was low: "And Quirrell must have maintained a close relationship with one of them. I think that snake is less likely."

"First of all, Quirrell can't speak snake language, so it's difficult to communicate with the snake. Secondly, if the snake comes along, the minibus will definitely know, and then tell me. Finally...it seems useless for the snake to ask for a Sorcerer's Stone. ?”

Cyril cooperated with the explanation and agreed again and again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The three of them were communicating in low voices, when a loud knock on the door broke through the air.The depressive atmosphere between the three people was shattered.

"Headmaster Dumbledore! Are you there?" - was the voice of Hagrid the gamekeeper.

Dumbledore changed his sitting position and cleared his throat: "Please come in!"

Hagrid was still wearing a moleskin coat, with a big beard, and round beetle-like eyes shining, but now he looked a little embarrassed, with sticky silver substances all over his hands and the front of his clothes, There is also a cold fishy smell when it is close.

"Principal Dumbledore! Something happened!"