Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore probably also felt his furious gaffe just now, and closed his mouth tightly.Picking up the milk tea on the table, I habitually picked up the sugar bowl on the side...

My hands trembled a bit.

The wizard named Gavin raised an eyebrow, and his ordinary face looked a little happy.

One sentence—"No, I don't eat sweets." It was like a huge boulder fell on Dumbledore's own feet.

The old principal put down the sugar bowl in frustration, and took a sip of the original milk tea without a piece of sugar.

My feet hurt and my mouth hurts... oh...

"He's Gavin... Gavin Green, because I happened to know some news about Tom, so I invited him to be a consultant." Dumbledore introduced the two people casually, unable to eat, and he looked very angry just now. It's like two different people.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm from Austria. You can call me Green or Gavin." The brown-haired wizard didn't reach out, but nodded politely following Dumbledore's words.

"Hi. McClain, Snape." Severus also nodded symbolically, introducing him and Cyril. "

"I was too aggressive just now. Your principal's concerns are correct. If we can be sure that Kleiss is indeed someone sent by Voldemort, then we can control them secretly and catch them all at the critical moment. After all, if we cut them off right away." Voldemort will think of another way about the path of the mysterious small room. Although... I personally think this is too passive and meaningless. But it is better to save worry and time..."

Dumbledore hid the corners of his mouth behind the porcelain cup. The first half of Gavin's version of Grindelwald's language was barely human, but the latter was a bit short of twitching. They will also often fight each other, and Albus is already relieved.The old headmaster put down the teacup, sucked his teeth again with a blank expression, and finally picked up the sugar bowl resignedly, threw four pieces of sugar into the cup with a "jingle jingle", and then stirred vigorously with a spoon as if venting his anger.

Cyril found that the so-called "Gavin" relaxed his back and long legs, and the corners of his mouth curled up, along with the crisp sound of sugar cubes falling into the porcelain cup.

If this person is really "Gavin" from Austria, Cyril thinks that Voldemort can also change his name to "Tommy Foo" from the United States.

Sure enough, the gossip Godric said is true... and our beloved old headmaster... love makes people younger... tsk tsk tsk...

Cyril corrected his thoughts of breaking down, and disappeared the empty cake plate without a trace, and asked: "So now it is largely confirmed that Kleis is colluding with people outside? Because I thought , at first we just felt that his behavior was a bit abnormal and suspicious, but..."

"In fact, Severus mentioned this matter to me two days ago, and I found the relevant people to check it out at that time... After all, there is nothing wrong with being more careful."

Albus stroked his white beard and continued to explain patiently, "Our partner is very efficient, but almost took a detour. Not only our partner, but also Severus and I have always suspected that there is something wrong with Crys' father. Arthur told me yesterday morning that Clyce's father, old Clyce, looked the same as usual, as cynical as ever... but Cryce's mother, the lady who worked as a secretary -- we all Started ignoring her, and it was only yesterday that I was surprised to find out that she is a cunning and ambitious woman, and that her former leader was -- Dolores Umbridge."

Hearing the name of a certain nightmarish and frightening lady suddenly, Cyril quickly picked up the teacup in front of him, expressing that he wanted to drink some milk tea to calm down the shock.

———This is really life is full of coincidences and dog blood.

"Because of some well-known reasons, Ms. Umbridge is not doing well now, and as the chief secretary who is used to following this lady's domineering and domineering, um... and it just so happened that last night, our faithful friend Mr. Malfoy Suddenly recalled a key detail, Tom had a female Death Eater beside him..."

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———— "Bella has been living an unhappy life recently. A while ago, that person suspected that Bella had a different heart. I guess that Bella's secret inquiring about Jinbei was a little bit noticed by that person. You also know who that person is indeed I don't believe it... Recently, another female Death Eater who covered her face and had a sharp mouth every day, seemed to have done something that could be rewarded, and might even be entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Pull the tip of the needle to Maimang... I don't know who she is, I don't have many chances to see her alone, it seems that she still has other jobs, not every time... But the voice is a bit familiar. But, you guys I also know——I have met too many women, who can remember so clearly. In short, that woman stole Bella's limelight..." God Malfoy gloated on the ground, for his wife's lunatic sister, He really doesn't want to engage at all.

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"So, Gavin and I will find time to go through the Room of Requirement later on. See what exactly they have such a kid preparing at Hogwarts, if it's a large-scale dangerous weapon—although I have reservations about it , we will make some delays and changes, if we are looking for a channel to communicate with the outside world...then, I tend to keep it first."

"After all, actively intercepting in front of the only known entrance is more certain than passively intercepting at the main entrance or other unknown places." Severus nodded in agreement.

"Al... Albus, can I ask a question? Of course, I will first express my unconditional cooperation with these plans of yours."

"Enthusiastic Austrian masses" Gavin raised a finger to ask a question.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but for Gavin's version of Grimm's Waugh, not being rejected meant agreeing.

"Why don't you take the initiative to fight him? Hit his old nest area, and it will be a one-shot. I don't believe that you are not capable of confronting them head-on, killing them by surprise, or directly blowing up the area where he is with a magic circle." .Now passively waiting, defending...I always feel a little..." Gavin moved his neck from side to side, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"There is no war that should happen. I never think that there is an absolutely just war. I will never lead people who trust me, my relatives and friends to initiate a war. As long as I have the ability, I will never I don't want this thing to get bigger and bigger over and over again...that's my point of view all the time. Of course, if you're only referring to the elimination of Tom, then I'm still going to take the initiative, and I'm bound to get it. It’s just that you can also see that too many people are inevitably involved. Some people don’t know what they have done, or they don’t realize that they are deep in it; some people want to come out, but suffer from no way to save themselves; Some people try to escape and don't want to be implicated. I think every life is precious. No one is born to decide the life and death of others. Similarly, everyone's choice is their own decision. I can't force it What's one going to do with us, and if I do that . . . what's the difference with Tom?"

Speaking of this, Dumbledore sighed long and his tone became low: "Take a step back... Behind everyone, there may be a huge family... This is a risk we can't take. The wizard population is inherently small... I can't take the initiative to push everyone into the abyss..."

The old principal raised his eyelids: "Do you have any questions?"

Gavin put his hands on his knees, and shook his head obediently: "No."

"Then get ready and go to the Response Room to have a look."

"As ordered."

"We are too. After all, Cyril may have a special feeling for the Room of Requirement."

"...Alright."

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"It's a vanishing cabinet, something unexpected. The kid is trying to fix it."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at a corner of the messy room, where stood a dark cabinet with a strange shape in the shape of a triangular prism.I don't know if it's because Kles cleaned it up on his own initiative, but the cabinet looks out of tune with the style of the whole room at the moment, like a piece of gold-encrusted luxury art furniture moved out of a noble bedroom.If it wasn't for the dusty cloth cover, it is estimated that Harry and the others would definitely have noticed the abnormality of this cabinet when they came in last time.

"The disappearing cabinet? Excuse me, what is that?" Cyril looked curiously, but did not take the initiative to approach—the cabinet was emitting unstable magicweave radiation.

Gavin popularized science in a good mood: "A kind of high-level magic pattern magic props, usually a pair, can break through any space and restrictions, go in from one cabinet, and come out from another cabinet. But... this child's The idea of ​​repairing it is wrong, according to his method, it is estimated that Little Tom will be able to crawl in through it next Christmas..."

The expressions of the other three people present all became strange, probably no one thought that they would have to face the problem that the enemy might not be strong enough.

"If he can't wait, and the disappearing cabinet can't be repaired... What do you think will happen to that person?" Cyril asked, rubbing his chin and staring at the disappearing cabinet.

"Break through Hogwarts' defenses, destroy the protective barrier, and just break in. Or try to escape from Albus' fireplace..." Severus said with a wooden face.

"However, it sounds like a fierce battle... Then... let's help him?" Cyril proposed with a face full of jailers, ready to run away with the lid on the pot at any time.

Dumbledore looked up at the sky, stroked his beard and sighed softly: "Ah... In order to prevent them from causing unnecessary troubles, we should solve these messy problems as soon as possible. It may be feasible to help him..."

"Pfft!" Gavin sneered, probably using his laughter to mock a group of teammates who offered to help their opponents.

"Of course, I want a book that just happens to help him fix it, but has accidentally changed it a little...Maybe classmate Kleiss will take the initiative to accept it. The magic pattern is mysterious and ever-changing. A small difference may make a difference. The amazing result, while achieving one goal, it won’t be difficult to add one or two additional functions.” In front of his old friends and enemies, Lao Deng used his strength to save his team’s respect.

"It's good that you are happy, I am only responsible for providing technical support, but the magic pattern is really mediocre, you know. If you just blow up this cabinet, I can come up with a hundred different kinds of magic."

Gavin shrugged, quickly printed the magic pattern on the bottom of the cabinet with a piece of parchment, then waved his hand, and the gray cloth covered the disappearing cabinet intact.

"Magic patterns... I have studied it, but it takes time. But this matter, it should not be too late, in case Tom is impatient enough to change the plan..." The old headmaster obviously hesitated.

"I guess I can ask my... senior?" Cyril winked at Headmaster Dumbledore.Dumbledore immediately understood, clapped his hands, and handed the printed magic pattern to Cyril with a sigh of relief.

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"Little guy, you didn't even come to tell us that you're pregnant!"

Godric walked out of the wall this time, and looked no different from a normal human being except for his lack of temperature and breathing.He looked around Cyril twice curiously, finally shook his head, walked back to the wall between himself and Salazar, and took the magic pattern parchment with him.

Your Excellency Gryffindor looked back at Cyril's belly again, and asked without giving up: "The belly doesn't look big at all. How many babies can you generally have in one birth?"

Cyril replied weakly: "...One. My mother, my grandma... both have one."

Godric pursed the corners of his mouth and wrinkled his nose: "Why is there only one? I thought it would make people more prosperous...Aren't you a fox?"

Cyril: "..."

What's the matter with this deep hatred of iron and steel? ? ?And I am a white fox...the descendant of the elegant and noble six-tailed white fox in China's Kunlun Mountains... oh...

Salazar shook his head, picked up the parchment that Godric handed over, glanced at it casually, and asked, "What do you want to repair here and add to it?"

"It doesn't need to be too complicated, alarms, markings and restrictions... Well - restraints are fine... But we are worried that if many people pass by, the first one will be restrained, and the latter will not dare to come in... Find another way ..."

"That's very simple. The alarm is an early warning device for the use of the disappearing cabinet. Add something... mark here? Do you want to mark the people who come in?"

"The headmaster is worried that they'll take Polyjuice Potion, or Polymorph, and come back and cause trouble for our own people."

"Oh, I see. Then just forcefully restore it to its original shape...Mark, heck, it sounds a bit stupid." Salazar used the quill pen in the mural to tick off the parchment.

"Hahahaha, mark. Who thought of it? Do people who want to come in have a glowing head?" Godric was overjoyed while holding a glass of red wine.

...Can he say that Gellert Grindelwald, no, Mr. Gavin Green suggested that?Xi Ruier concealedly picked up the juice glass on the table and took a big sip.

Salazar poked a corner of the parchment with a quill, "Restrict...restrict magic power or restrict action space? Hogwarts itself has already restricted movement, and cannot apparate or apparate. You cannot cross the Forbidden Forest."

"The principal means to limit the magic power, but if it's difficult to do it, it's okay to limit the speed of movement." Cyril looked at the two big men opposite him eagerly.

"You are relying too much on this disappearing cabinet. I don't believe that they will all crawl into Hogwarts from this small cabinet. But if you can catch one or one." Salazar seemed to be coaxing a child, petting Shaking his head drowningly.

"Thank you." Cyril turned to Severus' side. Although his stomach was not obvious, he was indeed more fatigued than usual.For example, he can only maintain the correct sitting posture just now for a while.

"Restraint... Isn't this a contradiction with the previous one?" Salazar looked at the parchment in his hand, which had already been marked by himself.

"This one is only for non-human beings. For example...a snake." Cyril smiled wickedly.

"Snake? That descendant of yours is actually bringing animals?" Godric asked curiously.

"..." Salazar silently stared at his partner.

Godric was defeated by Salazar's eyes, and raised his glass to cover his face: "Okay, I was wrong. That kid wants to bring non-humans?"

"Whether it's a snake or any other species, as long as it's not a wizard...they'll all be tied in place."

Probably stimulated by Godric's title of "descendant", His Excellency Slytherin spit out such a sentence lightly, picked up a fiery red quill, and brushed on the basis of the original magic pattern, and then Added a few strokes of thick ink and heavy color.

Finally, the master of the magic pattern thousands of years ago touched the parchment with his finger, and the parchment itself turned into an ancient book, flew out from the mural, and was just caught by Severus.

"The rest is up to you. Our castle will be handed over to you... just in case, tsk!" Salazar played with the gemstone ring on his finger.However, the momentum really came through every crack in the wall.

"Don't worry. We're just finishing this time, and nothing earth-shattering will happen... Besides, that person is just at the end of his battle." Cyril glanced at the book in Severus's hand, obediently ensure.

"Hmm... By the way, where is the minibus? Why didn't it follow this time?"

"The minibus is shedding its skin. I'll bring it to see you after a while when it's beautiful."

Godric said: "Ah... it's finally shedding its skin. Its ability will probably increase significantly, which is a good thing. Prepare more food for him, shedding takes a lot of energy."

"Okay."

Dumbledore had Mrs. Pince put the book in a corner of the library and cast a neat little magic spell on it: making sure only Cress would read it.

Sure enough, two days later, the overwhelmed Kleiss visited the library again, just in time for the once-a-month Cherished Books Open Day.In this way, the magical book of magic patterns, which was handed by Slytherin himself, was carried away by Kress in his arms.

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These days, there are two members who need special care in the cellar, one is Cyril with a little fox in his mouth, and the other is a minibus who is always ready to shed its skin.

Xiaoba and Ping An used to stay in the pet room specially for them, but recently, because of fear of the cold, they ran to the corner by the fireplace, but they could often get together with Cyril, who was slumped on the sofa and eating.Ping An took the opportunity to occupy the rug under the sofa, pretending to be a foot warmer.

After finishing a whole bowl of yellow peach salad, Cyril squatted by the fireplace with a plate of freshly chopped lamb chops, looking at the wilting little basilisk.The original emerald green snake skin of the minibus became much duller, and it was still a little wrinkled. It lifted its upper body listlessly, and swallowed the meat fed by Cyril one by one.

"Peace, don't squeeze..." Cyril felt a fluffy giant rubbing past him.

Ping An licked Cyril's face, placed himself close to the minibus, rolled up, and lay down motionless.The minibus slowly climbed up Ping An's paw.Then buried himself in a pile of blue-green fur.

Then the two stopped moving together.

"...It's okay, at least you can be warmer." Cyril took the empty plate away, and moved himself back to the sofa.

Severus will be out of class in a few minutes, and he doesn't know what to have for dinner... I want to eat the berry pie made by Mrs. Weasley...

Cyril threw away the book in his hand in boredom, opened his sweater, and began to stare at his belly.

Ah...it's too white, it doesn't look masculine...especially when I live a life with good food and drink and regular work and rest recently, it looks more...white and tender than before.It is estimated that it will become more supple after showing pregnancy... What should I do.Cyril pinched again unwillingly, it was soft, it didn't feel like holding a little fox, but more like... a small belly...

When Severus came in with a stack of papers, he happened to see Cyril holding his white belly and sighing.

"What's the matter?" The wizard baked in front of the fireplace for a while, and then sat next to Cyril.

"No, I just feel that the little fox hasn't grown up yet, so I'll make myself round first." Cyril put his hands on his belly and said slowly.

"It's round? Where's it round? Why don't I know?" Severus turned Cyril's face carefully and looked at it carefully, his gaze went over eyebrows, eyes, mouth, neck and arms, and finally landed on White Belly superior.

Severus put his warm big hands on Cyril's belly: "Why do I think the little fox is hungry?"