Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Flipping the book to one side, little Snape took off his school robes, revealing the ball-resistant sweater and shirt underneath.

This is Professor Snape's habit of making potions. He discarded all long sleeves and hemlines, so as not to overdo the potion with excessive movements.It seems that this habit has really been there for many years.

Cyril is a little curious what grade is the professor at this time, second grade?Or third grade?He was a little uncertain.

Little Snape took out a tofu block made of parchment from his trousers pocket, slowly opened it, and placed it beside the test bench. Cyril leaned over to look at it with him curiously.

This is an order form from the Evander Potion Shop, with many required potions densely written with a fine quill pen, and the quantity is attached at the back.The list didn't look like it was newly received. A drink of the water of death, a cleaning potion, and a few other potions had already been ticked off with another quill.

While Cyril was looking at the parchment, little Snape dug out a dark green velvet bag from his robe pocket, and took out the potion ingredients.

Cyril couldn't be more familiar with this bag... Benny has several in his hand, and even the tassels look alike.

Maybe this is what his father gave him... This feeling is very strange, and Cyril realized that maybe he could meet his father when he was a teenager here...

How many years did dad graduate?Cyril counted on his fingers in his head.

Benny was 20 years old and I was born to my mother. The professor seems to be 26 years old this year, which means that my father is 6 years older than the professor.So Benny was in the seventh grade when the professor entered the first grade...

emmmmm... It seems that this little professor is at least in the second grade, so it's a bit dangling.Forget it, let's see the professor first...

Cyril quickly put the regret of not being able to see the boy's father to the back of his head, and watched the professor make the potion.

But maybe the second half of this memory is not commemorative. Cyril just saw the professor cut the daisy root, and the scene in front of him began to change with the surrounding environment.

This time, Cyril was found standing in a Hogwarts classroom.For a moment, he wasn't quite sure which classroom this was - the classroom always changed with the change of teachers.

The topic of today's class is being written on the blackboard - werewolves.The characteristics of werewolves are written in detail on the blackboard.Looks like a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Cyril found little Snape sitting in the corner at a glance. It seems to be summer now. Little Snape was only wearing a pair of short trousers, a half-worn shirt with a collar and a black collar. In the school robe, the whole person didn't look much changed, still thin and pale, and his eyes were still a little black.

A male professor he didn't know was repeating the content on the blackboard on the podium.

At this moment, he seemed a little distracted, staring at the corner next to him in a daze.

"So, the werewolf is a very dangerous creature..." The professor on the stage was summing up.

At this moment, little Snape turned his head suddenly, as if awakened with a start, "snap!" and closed the book in his hand, his fingers pinching the spine of the book turned white from excessive force.

The movement of closing the book was not small, and the professors on the stage paused.

Little Snape didn't care about the little episode he brought. At this moment, he was pinching the spine of the book and looking at a certain direction of the classroom.

Cyril first glanced at the textbook in his hand: very good, it's for the third grade.In other words, it is now 1973. If he remembers correctly, Benny said that he went to China in 1973.

After confirming the time, the boy turned his head and followed Snape's gaze to look around curiously.

The direction Snape was looking at was a group of Gryffindors, most of whom Cyril didn't know at all, but the boy with messy hair and round glasses and the men and women Cyril sitting around him had some impressions. So the professor is watching "Picnic Squad"?

Seeing that the professor hadn't looked back, Cyril was a little bored, and started to observe those familiar faces around the classroom.

Lily, who is suspected to be the professor's "little girlfriend" or "secret crush", is sitting in the first row with a ponytail and looks like a good student.

Well, this is considered an acquaintance.

But the lectures were too serious, and I was still taking notes, which was a bit boring.

A few rows back is the round glasses. Cyril leaned on the side of the round glasses table and squinted at this pushy Gryffindor in his memory.The round glasses looked more normal this time, maybe it was because of the class, the active boy didn't play tricks, but obviously he wasn't listening either.

"So you really don't look very well, Remus. Do you want to go to the medical wing." Round glasses whispered to a tired-looking teenager beside him.

"It's okay, James. My body has always been like this. You just listen to the class and don't worry about me." The boy named Remus replied with a sleepy expression.

Well, Cyril at least knows that the round glasses are called James.

"Let me tell you, Remus is usually in good health except for the little furry problem. What we should be concerned about now is the Snotlite. He has been staring at us for more than 5 minutes. I suspect he is trying to play tricks." Remus On the other side, a boy with black hair and gray eyes spoke.

What the hell is "snotty"? ? ?Cyril instantly turned into a puffer fish.

"He won't be..." The boy named Remus looked worried.

"Impossible, what else does he have besides being full of potions, don't think too much about it." James comforted his good brother carelessly.

What happened after this class, Cyril didn't know, because he found himself in another place.

He was back in the Room of Requirement, to be exact.

But this time in little Snape's laboratory, besides little Snape himself, there was another person—the red-haired girl Lily.

The two sat on two single sofas, and the atmosphere didn't look very good.

Little Snape frowned, lowered his head and pursed the corners of his lips fiercely, probably because the young man's lips were so dry due to the lack of drinking water, and even a small tear was formed, a drop of blood leaked out.The red-haired girl didn't look much better either, her arms folded and her emerald eyes wide open.Neither of them seemed to intend to talk to each other, so they were deadlocked.

Cyril felt that he was hopeless. Standing in the Room of Requirement, when he saw such a scene, his first reaction was not to wonder why the two of them were having a fight, but to scream in his head: Why do lonely men and widows want to date in such a place? Are they already together? !How big is this? Falling in love at 13? !

"In short, I think what you said has no evidence and is not reasonable. How could Professor Dumbledore let a werewolf come to the school? Remus has never targeted you, so you can't talk nonsense!" Lily said angrily.

"So you think I warned you because of personal revenge?!" Little Snape suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief and injury.

Cyril felt his heart was caught. Just now, he was still screaming "lonely man and widow" inexplicably, and then looked at the red-haired girl with an aggrieved expression.The professor is so good, how could he lie to you?How can you say that?

"I didn't say you were seeking personal revenge. But you shouldn't be so prejudiced. We all know that Remus is in poor health. But anyway, you should at least trust Principal Dumbledore's judgment."

"Hmph, that old man is always too full of emotions, and too much believes that all people are good people, Gryffindor!"

"If you have this attitude, then we have nothing to talk about." Lily stood up, tugged at the corner of her robe angrily, picked up the bag on the ground, and walked out. .

Little Snape also stood up, followed Lily for two steps, and finally stopped abruptly, repeating dryly:

"I'll give you proof. Be safe yourself."

Lily slammed the door hard, "Whatever you want!"

The black-haired young man inside the Tuliu door was staring at the oak door in a daze, his obsidian eyes flashed with puzzlement, grievance and injury alternately.

Half a minute later, the boy at the door walked back to the experiment table with a blank expression, and put the prepared potions on the experiment table one by one into the storage box for finished potions.After packing everything up and checking that all the potions on the side list were completed, he picked up the box and walked out of the Room of Response.

Little Snape didn't go downstairs directly, but went directly to the owl shed on the tower along the stairs on the west side, and sent out the prepared potion directly.

Watching a strong barn owl with a shrunken potion box slowly become a dot in the air until it disappeared, little Snape still didn't leave.

Leaning on one of the wooden posts, he stared blankly at the rosy sunset, a blush appeared on his face, and he coughed.

Cyril was standing next to the little boy, it turned out that he had a fever.Although there is only a piece of ice in the memory.