Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After picking up the things, fearing that the door would disappear again, Cyril quickly opened it and walked in.

The dark oak door was opened and closed by the boy, and finally melted into the wall. The wall was smooth and smooth, as if nothing had happened.

Cyril walked into this magical house and looked at everything curiously. The experimental table still looked familiar, and a silver knife was placed on the cutting board at a random angle, just like the master who made the potion just left for a short time. Will be back to keep cutting those daisy roots.

Behind the experimental table was a long sofa that was slanted. The dark green bulging cushions looked very comfortable. Little Snape must be lying on it to rest while waiting for the potion to boil.

Everything that I saw in my memory just now appeared in front of my eyes. This is probably magic.

But now the most attractive thing is not the alluring soft sofa, but the sandwiches and hot milk tea on the small table in front of the sofa.

The hunger in Cyril's stomach revived in an instant. The boy casually threw the school uniform on the sofa, sat down and picked up the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. The sandwich of tuna fish and corned beef was familiar to Cyril, and the boy was sure This comes from the hand of the elf Doudou.

After wolfing it down, Cyril rubbed her belly and tentatively called "Doudou".

"Crack!" The kind elf wearing a tea towel really appeared, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Dear Mr. McLean, Doudou is happy to serve you!"

"The sandwich is great!" Cyril dimpled with a smile, showing no worries at all.

"Mr. Xiao knows that Doudou made the sandwiches!" Doudou tugged at her big ears in surprise, her tone sharpened an octave.

"Yes. I have one more thing to ask you. I'll make the potion later. Could you please help me deliver it to Professor Snape?"

"Doudou is willing! Doudou is always at your call!" The little elf replied cheerfully.

"Doudou... Thank you..." Cyril looked at the elf's pure, kind, trusting big eyes, and his eye sockets suddenly felt a little sore.

He raised his eyes to look at the ceiling above his head, and held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes. Cyril knew that the most urgent task was to prepare the second dose of potion, and he planned to save his tears secretly for tonight's activities.

The boy stood in front of the laboratory table and silently wrote the steps for making the second dose of Bahrain potion on the parchment.

According to Professor Snape's habit, when making a potion that has not been made before, read the steps first, and it is best to memorize them.This can make up for the unfamiliarity of the operation and better grasp the timing of each movement.

Cyril is now very grateful that he followed Professor Snape to develop this good habit.

Take out all the materials from the space bag, the first step is to process the tigertail root, almost all of them are almost processed, pick up the remaining "fish that slipped through the net" that were interrupted by the professor, and quickly process them, Siri I start the next step.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

After adding 12 oz of beetle eyes, watch the potion turn a vibrant color somewhere between orange and red.If there is no mistake in memory, you should let it stand for half an hour here, and then boil it on a low heat.

Cyril carefully adjusted the intensity of the flame under the crucible, then left the test bench, deciding to rest for a while.

The boy sets a timer and throws himself on the couch.

The sofa was as soft and comfortable as he expected. Cyril lay on it, his mind was empty, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he closed his eyes slowly.

Cyril found himself coming out of an office, then turning left and right down the Hogwarts corridor, a road he had never walked before, with armor on both sides, cobwebs and dust hanging on it.

The light was a little dim, making the road even more gloomy.But the amazing thing is that Cyril felt that he was not worried at all, and walked very relaxed along the way, as if he was the master of this castle.

After passing through this dim corridor, a bright light suddenly appeared before him.There is a sunken, large wall with an open space above it, and a big step behind it.

Cyril unconsciously stood still in front of this wall, tilting her head slightly.

"No, what the hell is Godric doing again!" Cyril muttered to himself, and waved his hand.

It was only then that Cyril saw what he was wearing, typical Rococo clothing.The green narrow sleeves are paired with exaggerated lace cuffs, which are also embroidered with intricate silver patterns.

At this time, a magnificent golden pattern appeared on the wall, and Cyril silently read a term that he had never heard of: "Nirumowen."

Then he felt the corner of his mouth curled up, took out a black wand inlaid with silver patterns, and reversed the positions of several characters on the wall.

Not his clothes, not his wand, not even the words that came out of his mouth were familiar.It all feels subtly, sort of like a split personality, or two souls in a body, one doing the show and the other watching with arms folded.

At this time, a human shape suddenly bulged out of the wall, and slowly, a golden-haired wizard walked out of the wall, wearing a gorgeous golden dress, the style of which was similar to the rococo costume he was wearing.

"Sarah, what are you messing up again?" The wizard patted the dirt on his sleeves on both sides and muttered.

"I should be the one asking you, I worry every day that my castle will be demolished or collapsed by you." Cyril heard himself say, using a very unfamiliar aria.

"You don't know, this time I came up with a brilliant idea. Build a house here, and I hope it will be what it is!" The azure eyes of the wizard named Godric were shining, and he held it with his hand. A very long wand, drawing its own blueprint in the air.

Cyril was silent for a moment, crossed his arms, leaned against the side of the wall, and played with the black and silver wand.

"Then I suggest that you add a restoration magic pattern here. How to open it?"

"It's a good idea to restore the magic pattern, it's more stable... I haven't thought about the opening method... Maybe use a password? For example, open the door with sesame seeds?"

"It's really very creative." The boy heard his lack of interest and dry reply.

"Listen, I think there will be little wizards who will find this magical little room in the future, so the secret words must be unreliable, why not design it as a behavior-triggered door opening..." Godric himself rejected his idea, touching His chin stared at the magic pattern on the wall and muttered to himself.

"For example: slap the wall three times?" Cyril put away one of his legs and changed his posture.

"Hmm, three is a good number, but hitting the wall is too deliberate..."

"Take three steps back and forth?"

"Let's turn around three times! I have to think about the appearance of this room in my mind." Godric clapped his palms, finalized the details, turned around and brushed a few more magic lines with his wand, and when the wand left the wall, Suddenly, a burst of golden light flashed, and the wall rippled in circles like the surface of water.

"How is it? Do you want to try?" Godric turned his head excitedly and asked the partner behind him.

Cyril shrugged casually and walked to the wall, thinking to himself: "I need a place to put my things." Walking back and forth three times.

Water ripples appeared on the wall again, and a light-colored wooden door slowly emerged.

The two looked at each other, and Cyril felt himself stepping forward and slowly turning the doorknob.

A huge storage room that can't be seen at a glance appeared in front of the two of them.The room has a variety of cabinets and shelves.Godric leaned over to watch the room together.

"What kind of room do you want?"

"A room to put things in."

"What room is that for?"

"In this way, I can throw in all those strange souvenirs you brought back from outside that have nowhere to put them. And I have already thought about it, and I will be the first to throw in the sculpture of the one-eyed wise man." Cyril waved After waving his wand without saying any spells, a stone sculpture flew over steadily, landed firmly on a small table, and made a "dong" sound.

"Hey! Don't do this to my Wisdom Boda!"

"Such an ugly statue still has a name? Several students have complained to me that they were taken aback by this sculpture when they passed by at night. Now it has found a suitable home." Cyril tidied up his cuffs and Collar, Shi Shi answered calmly.

"...Do you want to hang something on that wall to block it? The magic fluctuation is too obvious." Godric was silent for a few seconds and changed the subject.

"Rowena brought back a tapestry a few days ago, hang it up."

"Well, I'll trouble you to hang up for a while."

"What's the name of this room?" Cyril turned to look at the blue eyes of the other party, and asked softly.

"Just call... the Response Room!" Godric thought for a few seconds before replying cautiously.

"Very good." Cyril nodded succinctly.

"When you said this, I remembered that I still have a few stacks of student papers that have no place to put them. Can I put them here?"

"Please don't make it too messy."

"No problem, I'll go back and tidy up. You remember to hang up the tapestry." Godric ran out in a hurry.

Cyril stood alone in front of the sculpture of Wisdom Boda, staring at the sculpture and began to lose consciousness.

The scene around me began to change...

The light flashed brightly or darkly, and there were more and more things in the surrounding storage shelves and cabinets, slowly filling the entire room, the furniture began to become old and faded, and the wallpaper on the walls gradually mottled.It's like a movie with the fast-forward button pressed.

Wisdom Boda in front of him didn't know when he put on a cloak, a wooden box was randomly placed on the book in his hand, and a gray crown hung on his head.

Cyril slowly stretched out his left hand, touched the crown lightly, then stretched out his right hand again, and took off the crown with both hands.

There was a sound of metal knocking in the ears.

Waking up from the dream, Cyril opened his eyes and saw the crown in his hand.