Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape said nothing.

His dark eyes were fixed on the closed office door, as if it was an unknown black hole, where some ferocious beast was lurking, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Professor? Are you making potions?" The boy at the door knocked again.

Snape felt his Adam's apple slide up and down twice, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.

The big pale hands clasped the wooden armrests of the sofa chair, and the veins bulged one by one.

The wizard deeply knew that his current state was not suitable for seeing Cyril, he might not be able to control his temper, he might say ugly words, or ask very outrageous questions, even for a second he I want to use my wand on my students, my lovers.Lock him up with a spell, close the small black room, and let him reflect on everything he has done.

Snape heard Cyril whispering to his doorman at the door - the talkative Medusa.

"Has the professor come back?...Hmm, you don't know what you're doing? Do you want me to go in directly..."

Hearing the endless babbling, Snape was upset for a while.

Cyril was half leaning against the door, talking with Medusa.

He ate two skewers of chicken wings by the campfire, and then somehow started looking for the dean all over the world.I searched around but couldn't find it. Thinking about it, it was in line with the facts. At first glance, Dean Snape was not the person who sat around the campfire and happily grilled skewers with everyone.

He just didn't know if the professor had eaten... and the scratch on his hand, he vaguely remembered that Professor Snape seemed to be rubbed by gravel when he rescued him in Kensington Gardens.

At that time, it seemed that the wizard took a small breath.

In fact, Cyril didn't think about why he came here like this.But just after chatting with Roland, he suddenly felt that he had nowhere to go, and wanted to go to the dean's office to squat for a while.

He didn't know when it started, but every time he finished a major event, or experienced something important that touched him, he always wanted to sit with Headmaster Snape afterward.

The dean's office made him feel safer than his dormitory, especially in the entire Hogwarts castle.

Sometimes I made a potion with the dean without any communication, and sometimes I just came over to read the book. Most of the time, Dean Snape ignored him, but occasionally he caught up with him in a good mood, not Very busy, he will also chat with himself.

The content of the chat was not limited to current affairs, nor was it limited to potions.The dean's knowledge is very profound. He is not only at the pinnacle of potions, but also good at defense against black magic, space magic...

After every chat, Cyril couldn't help but marvel that he didn't know enough about the dean.

Just like now, he has experienced the daytime game on the one hand, and on the other hand he was greatly stimulated by Roland. At this moment, he urgently needs to come here to wash his brain and eyes.

"Wow!" The door suddenly opened.

Dean Snape's back appeared through the crack of the door.

Cyril hurriedly stood up straight and went in, winking at Medusa before closing the door.Made Medusa giggle.

"Dean, have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah." Snape snorted, and sat back on the armchair.

Cyril carefully observed the dean's face, it seemed that he was about to pounce on him and spank his ass? ? ?

In fact, if it weren't for Roland, he would definitely not have come here now, the dean's death sight and sneer in the afternoon are still in front of his eyes...

After confirming that the dean was not violent at this moment, Cyril relaxed a lot in an instant, slowly moved to the sofa chair where Snape was sitting, and then squatted down.

Gently touched the dean's left hand that was casually resting on the armrest.

Snape withdrew his arm abruptly, staring at him in silent protest.

"Let me see the scratches, in the afternoon..." Cyril swallowed nervously.

"No need." Snape withdrew his hand.

Cyril stood up, took out the sterilized cotton and white fresh from the potion cabinet at the back, and squatted back to the original place again.

"Let's take a look, this is the hand of the potion master, don't be careless."

Cyril persisted and grabbed the professor's arm, and then saw the cuff buttons on the shirt.

Look at those familiar cufflinks!The gray-green eyes instantly narrowed into two slits.

Beautiful~

There was a three-centimeter gash on the palm of the professor's left hand, which was cut deeply. It no longer oozes blood, but it doesn't look like it has been treated.It seemed that it was still wet, and the edges of the wound were a little white.

Cyril withdrew the smile just now, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.Because of the professor's injury, but also because of the professor's lack of love for himself.

The boy silently took out a piece of alcohol swab and gently wiped the deep wound on Snape's palm, it hurt just looking at it... But the professor remained motionless as if unconscious.

After the disinfection, take out the white fresh, sprinkle it evenly on the wound bit by bit, and finally take out the bandage, wrap it around and seal it with a magic wand.

Snape looked down at the boy half kneeling beside his lap, with curly black hair, long curled eyelashes, a raised nose and a pointed chin.The hands that bandaged him were clean, fair and slender.

As a boy, he was too delicate and beautiful.

This is the magic of hybrids, inheriting the best genes from both parents and then blending together perfectly, they are simply Merlin's favorite.

What was such a boy doing in his dark office now?

Just to bandage the palm of my hand that I would ignore?

"Don't get your palm wet tonight." After wrapping it up, Cyril held the dean's palm with both hands, and gently put it back in place, like treating a fragile work of art.

Snape stared at Cyril's movements, feeling that not only his throat was uncomfortable, but his nose was also a little uncomfortable.

How many years have you not been treated like this?

I remember that when I was very young, Tobia was still at work. Once he fell and broke both knees. My mother hugged him on the highest chair in the house, and then squatted down to get him alcohol. Disinfected, and carefully bandaged while telling him the story of Mao Xinxin.

His memory was pale and dim, and he couldn't even remember exactly what the chair looked like, but he just felt that the chair was very high... because his father broke it in a subsequent quarrel.

The splintered wood was chopped into firewood by my mother expressionlessly, and thrown into the fireplace, bringing negligible warmth, and then burned into a handful of ashes.

Snape originally thought that this memory of his would also be burnt to nothing with the fire in the fireplace, however, today's small action by Cyril actually aroused his few not-so-painful memories.

My leg was broken, but it didn't hurt.As it was now, Snape looked at the white bandage on his palm...

My mother said at the time: "When someone feels sorry for you, you won't feel sorry for yourself."

It was only now that Snape was surprised to find that he still remembered what his mother had said.

The boy's eyelashes were like the trembling wings of a butterfly, moving his jaws rapidly.Snape clenched his right hand into a fist, but he didn't make any moves in the end.

"The bandaging was good..." Snape heard himself say hoarsely.

"I learned from Madam Pomfrey, and I'm also very interested in medical treatment." Cyril adjusted her expression and said cheerfully.

Then he picked up the medicine bottle on the small table at hand and put it back where it was.

"Cyril."

"Huh?" Cyril turned around in surprise.

Dean Snape called himself by his Christian name?

"Now...the situation is not safe, you should focus more on your studies and improving your abilities...don't do meaningless things." Snape said with difficulty.

After finishing speaking, Snape himself regretted it, and closed his mouth tightly.

He still didn't hold back, and interfered in the life of the little troll!

Annoyance, frustration, contempt and self-deprecation surrounded him.

Cyril blinked, and closed the medicine cabinet for no reason.Then he asked tentatively: "You think the direction of medical pharmacy is not very good...do you?"

"Of course not," Snape replied immediately.

"That's...a competition?" Cyril looked more cautious.

"You think too much, Mr. McLean. It won't do you any harm to go through more of these things, I just tell you to study hard as a student." Snape's tone became a little vicious, with a hint of indiscernibility. defeat.

"Oh... yes." Cyril nodded in agreement in a ignorant manner.

At this moment, Cyril's little brain was running fast, and he suddenly felt that the professor had discovered that he was studying his Dark Mark...

But it is imperative to remove the Dark Mark, so the process must be accelerated. If the security is stable enough, it should be done in the near future...

"Doudou." Snape stood up suddenly and called to the house-elf.

"Crack!" The elf wearing a clean tea towel appeared instantly, with big eyes blinking.

"Doudou is happy to serve you."

"Dinner for two, no fried chicken."

"Okay!" Doudou replied cheerfully.

"Wait for Doudou, please send another lamb, please? Medium rare is fine..."

Meeting Snape's gaze, Cyril scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and explained: "The minibus is hungry..."

Snape silently averted his gaze, and decided to go inside and change.

……

In the end, neither the spanking that Cyril feared nor the loss of control that Snape feared occurred.

Cyril's simple bandaging made him feel like he was punched in the cotton, and it turned into steel and twisted around his fingers.

The two finished dinner in harmony and with their own concerns.

……

The next day, in the Hogwarts auditorium, Mr. Domingo, chairman of the judging committee of the organizing committee, announced the rankings after the two competitions, and by the way announced the final link - the speech report.The time was set in three days.

With one-digit points higher than the other four contestants, Cyril's victory is almost certain, and the venue for the speech report is set at the British Ministry of Magic.

This is a report that has gone beyond the scope of school exchanges. At that time, many people from the society will come to the scene, and there will be many representatives and reporters from various countries.

Roland hasn't changed much since his confession the night before, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this little French brother really likes staying with Cyril.

They have to sit together when they eat, and go to Cyril's class to attend class (it's called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test, referred to as NEWT exam review).

However, Roland's behavior is not annoying, because although he follows you, he is considerate by nature and never does anything that bothers Cyril, or something that bothers him.

Treat Cyril like a big brother who takes care of his younger brother, or a close friend.Cyril thought that after the game was over in a week, everyone would go back to their respective homes, so he didn't deliberately avoid it.

"Those who didn't know thought you wanted to copy my speech!" Cyril smiled and shook his head.

"It's better than thinking that I want to steal your mascot Ping An." Roland shrugged nonchalantly.

"But you really don't want to follow the Potions class in the afternoon. Our dean doesn't like students entering and leaving his class at will." Cyril reminded solemnly with concern.

"Okay, since you insist. Then I just happened to continue to improve my speech here." Roland agreed with a natural and generous smile.

On Wednesday, early in the morning, Cyril and four other contestants came to the Ministry of Magic in Ye Qila's carriage.

Accompanied by the principal, judges and some teacher and student representatives.

The Ministry of Magic provided the largest hall for them to use, in order to show the importance of this international event.Cyril was delighted to discover that this was the same hall where Professor Snape had been awarded the Knight of Merlin, Second Class.

This feeling is very strange, and a sentence appeared in Cyril's mind inexplicably: "I am walking the path you walked on."

Then he quickly shook the goosebumps on his arms.He swore that Dean Snape probably didn't want to hear that remark.

As the player who ranked number one for the time being, he was the last one to come on stage, so Cyril sat relaxedly on the edge of the first row with the materials.Behind him was Dean Snape.

Thinking that he used to sit in the audience and watched Dean Snape accept the award, and now Dean Snape sat in the audience and watched his speech, and felt a little excited for no reason.

Cyril looked around, there were many familiar faces, some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who appeared in some newspapers, and some well-known social figures, he even saw his family members waving to him not far away!

Dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma are all sitting together!The whole family is here except Evan! (You can guess with your thumb that Yiwen must be playing with Wu Thirty at this moment...)

Cyril even saw Americans in his parents' area who had met him in Kensington Gardens before.

The man in the wheelchair and his buddies.Fortunately, the big black dog didn't come...

At the beginning of the game, Fudge first came to the stage and gave a speech. Cyril sat upright, distracted, and listened to the Minister of Magic's speech on good neighborliness and friendship.After that, Domingo came to the stage to introduce the order and topics of the speeches, and Frank Teton from Ilvermorny North America came on stage first.

The little boy, wearing a formal dress robe and pinning his school badge, gave a lecture on the habitat and conservation of magical birds.

Cyril listened with gusto, and finally Frank used the stereoscopic imaging of the magic crystal to show everyone a shocking picture of magic bird migration.

After Frank went down it was Andre of Durmstrang.Andre introduced several kinds of beasts, focusing on the living conditions of these magical beasts and their enlightening effect on Transfiguration and other spells.The matching pictures are full of wildness and full of effect, which makes people excited.

In stark contrast to Andre is Ava Billy from Kensatt Wizarding Academy in the west of the United States, who is also the only girl in this competition.Her style changed as soon as she came on the stage, sparkling and dreamy, and Cyril knew she wanted to talk about flower fairies and elves.Her subject clearly appealed to the ladies present.

Roland was the penultimate one to play. He was wearing a robe that matched his own eye color today. The "warm and moist as jade" in grandma's book probably refers to a boy like him.

After Roland came to the stage, he glanced in Cyril's direction first, and then spoke slowly.

Roland gave full play to his old profession - magic plants.He talked about the evolution of magic plants, planting, use, and some recent research results. He told interesting things that should have been very academic and boring, and turned them into short stories, each with its own theme behind it. , people can't help but keep listening.Coupled with his French, Charm Plus MAX Cyril clapped his hands, watching Roland step off the stage and sit next to him, he knew it was his turn to take the stage.

Roland turned his head to whisper encouragement to him, and Cyril nodded, then got up and straightened his clothes.

"come on."

A low, inaudible sound of encouragement drifted into Cyril's ears from behind.