Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In the end, Ms. Umbridge neither completed her wonderful debut as a teaching supervisor that she had always dreamed of, nor did she go to become St. Mungo.

Because she insisted on asking Madam Pomfrey to strengthen the magic power of the Sealing Curse an hour ago, thinking that she could "attend" the class on magical creatures by panting with her mouth, Madam Pomfrey tried to persuade her, but failed.

This directly caused her face to visibly suffocate into a purple round eggplant, completely shameful.

Three hours later, Umbridge half-lyed on the bed in the hospital wing with a lifeless face, his oversized head supported by three pillows (in Pomfrey: can't lie flat, it will cause brain congestion, It may affect the normal use of the brain in the future) waiting for the inexplicable nosebleed to disappear by itself.

Umbridge, who was "recovered" and discharged from the hospital in the evening, returned to his office with a dark face and thick-heeled pink leather shoes, and didn't even go to the auditorium for dinner.

The next day, when everyone got up together, they found a new notice posted on the bulletin board.Ms. Umbridge, the supervisor, will spot check Professor Snape's Potions class today and the Magical Creatures class she missed yesterday.Cyril was working at St. Mungo's, and missed the entire audience where his professor was audited.

In the evening, he asked the elf Doudou to make a three-juice stew pot, and he called Xiaoha and Xiaolongbao.The little buns in the second grade of Slytherin couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. Taking advantage of Professor Snape's vacancy in the potions laboratory before eating, they quietly finished what happened in the classroom during the day. Completely returned to Cyril.

Xiao Hu played Umbridge, squeezed his throat, and first gave a flattering smile: "Mr. Snape, I have known you for a long time."

Xiaolong Bao COS Professor, looking down at Xiao Ha with his lower eyelids: "Ms. Umbridge is better to call me a professor at school. After all, there are sir and madam, but professors are not just what people want to be."

Xiao Hu covered his face with a layer of purple smoke with his wand, intending to show Umbridge's shame and anger: "...Oh. Then let's talk before class. You need to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to make a Questionnaire."

Xiao Long Bao imitated Snape raising his eyebrows and arms.

Xiao Hu's version of Umbridge: "When did you come to Hogwarts?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban: "Late 1981, early 1982."

Hurry's version of Umbridge: "What courses do you teach?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban: "This is the class you have come to attend."

Hurry's version of Umbridge took a deep breath: "...the time to teach this class."

Professor Xiaolong Baoban smirked: "Ten years."

Xiaohu's version of Umbridge: "I heard that you have been applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban snorted: "Your news is delayed by at least 3 years."

Xiaohu's version of Umbridge: "So you know why Dumbledore didn't let you be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban sneered and said, "Why do I know what the principal thinks?"

Xiaohu's version of Umbridge: "What do you think of the frequent change of professors in the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban: "Maybe the salary is too low, who knows? At least the Ministry of Magic has cut Hogwarts' Potions funding this year."

Xiaoha used blue smoke to cover his face to express the expression of someone at that time: "..."

Professor Xiaolong Baoban adjusted his robe and turned to leave: "If there is no problem, I will go to prepare for the lesson first, after all, the class will start soon."

Hurry's version of Umbridge still doesn't give up: "Wait, there is another question. It is said that you and McLean's assistant teacher were very ambiguous when he was a student..."

Professor Xiaolong Baoban suddenly turned around, with a cold expression and menacing eyes: "I will directly sue the Wizengamot for unfounded malicious slander and slander, I believe...the reputation of the two recipients of the Order of Merlin still needs to be taken seriously. "

Hurry's version of Umbridge took two steps back, stiffened his neck, stuttered, his voice was shrill, and his face was stern: "Are you emotional because you have a guilty conscience?"

Professor Xiaolong Baoban was full of disdain, and dragged his tone: "Which one of us is more emotional... This lady? You can try to talk nonsense about the matter between me and Assistant Professor McLean."

"Then the dean flicked his wand and closed the door of the classroom, almost knocking the old woman by the door to the ground. I haven't seen him so angry...Although he is usually very serious, he is still very angry. See you once..." Xiaoha said with lingering fear, clutching his chest.

"The old woman coughed like she had tuberculosis throughout the whole class. It was annoying. The dean ignored her at all. She wanted to say something after class, but the dean went directly to the professor-only channel." Xiaolong Bao proudly Said eloquently.

"It's the kind of passage that only the professor can go through, and other staff can't get in... But I suspect that only the old woman can't get in. Doesn't Principal Dumbledore have the authority to open some schools to her?" Xiao Ha asked curiously Blinking big emerald eyes.

Cyril was noncommittal. In his opinion, this was probably the work of Lord Slytherin.It is said that the minibus took its little friends safely to the secret room of Slytherin and Lord Gryffindor to "visit relatives" and is probably coming back soon, and the white fox children's shoes are distracted by daily chatting.

The three-juice stew pot is delicious, and the host and guest enjoy themselves.

At night, Cyril buried herself in her partner's arms, smelling cedar on her body.Cyril didn't ask Severus about Umbridge's "pink square", and Severus didn't seem to want to upset him by saying it, but it's clear that the wizard was "more" in some ways tonight. work hard".

……

The Weasley twins are apparently deeply in love at some level with the Slytherin grad assistant Maclean.More and more, they go to "labor service" to sway their inspiration freely in Cyril's potions laboratory, while being beaten by cute teaching assistants to finish their studies.

"The OWLs must have at least an A, otherwise I will never give you a nat start-up fund." This is the agreement between Cyril and the two children.

The two happily agreed and threatened to complete the task.

Relying on his self-confidence and the sense of superiority he didn't know where he got it, after tossing around the professors at Hogwarts and successfully pissing off the best-tempered Professor Sprout, he finally saw It seems to be peaceful for a while.This lady's life at Hogwarts is actually unlucky, she even refuses to go to the auditorium to eat anymore, and turns into a pink canary, a pink macaque in public, her hair turns green, her eyebrows grow longer... Cha You The damned pranks that can't be found out never stop.

Ms. Dolores Pink Fontun Umbridge knows she's not welcome by these brats and weird professors, but so what?Which reform does not need to pay a little price?Sooner or later, these people will kneel on the ground and cry for her confession.

Contrary to the situation of Ms. "Pink Fang Duner" is the new Professor Malfoy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Who can refuse a professor who is gentle, knowledgeable, beautiful, wealthy, personable, married and caring (?)?

In addition to the freshmen, Hogwarts has two "newcomers" this year, and there is no harm if there is no comparison.

In this way, time leaps forward, and Halloween comes in an instant.

It was a beautiful day with no classes or classes. If it wasn't for Dumbledore's patron saint, the phoenix, once again being blocked outside the door and struggling to flap its wings, Cyril and his professor might be able to sleep in after a long absence.

"Lucius was summoned away just now." Dumbledore's voice came from the Patronus.

"Your ex-boss really liked to mess around on Halloween!"

Cyril was in pajamas, stepping barefoot on the plush carpet, yawning.

Snape had already started changing his clothes, and he froze for a short while, and helplessly floated a slipper from a corner of the bed to Cyril.

Snape himself is an acquired perfectionist with obsessive-compulsive disorder to the bone. The requirement in the bedroom was that the bed sheet and quilt cover should be as flat as the tabletop, and the two pillows should be placed symmetrically and the same width from both sides of the bed. Put the slippers with their heads facing outwards and place them 20cm away from the bedside table, next to the bed.But this obsessive-compulsive disorder, perfectionist terminal cancer patient accepted the "Cyril-style mess" without any transition.

"Cyril-style mess" is what Cyril calls "the popularity of the family".

The position of the slippers depends on the posture and angle of going to bed, the indentation of the quilt depends on the position of getting up in the morning, and the position of the pillow and pajamas depends on the time of getting up that day-if you wake up late and the time is too tight, it is likely to be the same Things will be thrown aside.

Snape would help him put it away when he saw it, but he never showed the slightest dissatisfaction.This feeling of being messy and full of relaxation is something that wizards have never experienced since childhood.

Severus' mother, Irene Prince Snape, was also obsessive-compulsive. If it wasn't for the economic conditions of her life, she might still be a clean freak.Even in the most difficult times for their family, Erin would try her best to tidy up the bottles and cans in the kitchen, and flatten the bedding in the bedroom that had been washed so that the original pattern and color could not be seen clearly, and the edges were torn.

Perhaps this is the paranoia in the Prince family's bones. This kind of almost strict obsessiveness can breed potion masters one after another.

Potions—sounds like serious discipline.

……

Time flies back to the beautiful morning of Halloween.Cyril slipped on her slippers and slipped through the bedroom into the attached bathroom, and then fell headfirst into the back of the wizard who was brushing his teeth.

"Ah... trick-or-treating." The white fox boy closed his eyes and muttered sleepily.

"The robbery before evening?"

"Yeah, it's not...it's impossible not to give candy a look." Cyril closed her eyes and giggled.

"Mr. Little Rascal, it seems that we should go to the principal's office as soon as possible?"

"Then give me a kiss? There's no candy... I don't want sex... Mmm!"

"Okay, go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Cyril's little butt was slapped by the wizard, and the white fox boy miserably realized the fact that he began to be frequently spanked by someone after he became an adult.

……

"Ministry of Magic, event tonight. He asked us to clear the venue early, and then go get a very important item himself. In the Department of Mysteries. He seems to be in a good mood - not punishing anyone."

Lucius seems to be in good condition and has not been raped by black magic.

"Perhaps because you still need to work tonight, so he's 'lenient'." Snape hit the nail on the head.

"Did he say what he wants to take?" Dumbledore clasped his hands together with a calm expression.

"No. He just said that this is very important... he can only pick it up in person." Lucius made himself a cup of Blue Mountain with the coffee pot in the space bag.

"I'll arrange it. You play it by ear tonight, and you leave before the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors arrive."

"it is good."

Lucius made a cup of coffee for each of the other three people in the room, and Cyril took out a new box of snacks from the Qiankun bag, and the four of them began to enjoy the "morning tea" tacitly. Relax.

It was as if Voldemort didn't make any big moves tonight, but just wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic to buy an ice cream.

However, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a series of impatient knocks on the door: "Principal Dumbledore! Principal Dumbledore!"

Cyril and Snape exchanged a surprised look: it was Harry's voice.

Dumbledore opened the door.

"Kids, what's the matter?"

There were not only Harry outside the door, but also Xiaolongbao and Hermione.

The three children didn't see Lucius sitting on the high chair with his back to the door, and they looked anxious.

"Hello Principal, Dean, and Professor Mai! We saw the gargoyle open below, so we came up directly. We have important matters, and we didn't find the dean in the cellar, so we went here directly and want to seek your help. "

Xiao Long Bao spoke first.

"It's Ron and Neville, they were dragged away by Umbridge!" Hermione said with a look of horror.

Xiao Ha added on the side: "We were playing on the Quidditch pitch just now, and that woman Umbridge suddenly appeared, just when Ron said a few words that that person will come back and that we should be ready now, she overheard her. She was furious and directly asked Ron to go to confinement with her, and said... now is a peaceful age, no one is foolish enough to frighten themselves inexplicably, compose stories to die..."

Hermione followed up with Harry's rapid speaking: "Neville asked the escaped prisoner to go free, where is the peace? Then Umbridge said something in a low voice...Neville suddenly became very emotional and pulled out his wand..."

"We all know that Neville's magic spell is actually good... Anyway, he didn't succeed..." Xiao Longbao's tone was filled with regret.

"The woman said she was going to fire them! She took them away!" Hermione bit her lower lip with red eyes.

Dumbledore listened patiently, without correcting the impolite addressing of Umbridge by the three young friends.

"You guys... play Quidditch together?"

Lucius Malfoy turned the chair around, revealing his body covered by the back of the chair, and successfully frightened a group of children to death. They didn't expect that there was another person here.