Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape was not at his desk when Cyril entered, nor was he on the armchair.

Cyril looked around, and walked into the potion room on the right hand side familiarly.

Snape was still wearing his daytime clothes, the cuff buttons on the sleeves of his shirt had been removed, and the snow-white cuffs were rolled up on his forearms, stretching out his shapely and pale forearm muscles as he moved.

The hem of the shirt is still well tucked into the waistband of the trousers, the waist is slender and the legs are long...

Thin waist and long legs...

Xi Ruier sweated for his description, if the dean heard this...

It is probably possible to get a family package with a value-added spanking and no price increase.

……

"Coming?" Snape snorted softly, without stopping what he was doing, and without turning his head.

"Hmm." Cyril approached in a fawning manner.

"What are you doing? Can I help?"

"Allergy disruptor."

"What is that???" Cyril used his not-so-poor knowledge of potions to recall, but couldn't find any relevant information.

"I got my inspiration from Muggles, they have a prescription drug for people with allergies. Although..."

Snape stopped here and looked back at Cyril.Then raised one eyebrow: "What are you dressed up for? Are you playing a dementor?"

"The Ignore Charm has failed...the spell I cast was not as good as yours..."

Cyril took off his hood, revealing the top of his head—a pair of white pointed furry ears in black curly hair.

There was a faint pink color on the inside of the ear, because it was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the cellar, and it trembled.

Snape moved his eyes away from the pair of fur ears, turned back calmly, and chuckled: "The star champion of the Five Schools Alliance, the little prince of Hogwarts, can't cast a neglect spell? "

Cyril was stunned by the short-lived smile on Dean Snape's face, and after a long time to react, he scratched the top of his head in embarrassment.

"Actually, ignoring the curse is uncomfortable, my ears..."

"Hmm." Snape responded casually, continuing to study the reagent bottle in his hand.

"Dean, you just said that although... although what?"

"Although... there are very few mixed-blood magical creatures like you in the magical world, but there are always people in need." Snape said lightly.

"Oh……"

……

The boy leaned against the laboratory table, watching the professor's slender fingers fluttering, manipulating some ground potion powder, without making a sound.

"Okay, let's try it." Snape handed him a small cup of light green potion.

Cyril brought it over and drank it in one gulp.

I deliberately babbled and babbled.

"Vanilla ice cream?" The gray-green eyes widened.

Snape tidied up the laboratory table with his wand, without making a sound.

The quasi-flavor medicine must be made fresh, at least 3 hours.Then it meant that Dean Snape hadn't stopped since he returned to his office in the afternoon.

"You didn't eat?"

"Order me a goulash," Snape said flatly, washing his hands.

"Doudou! Have a beef stew!" Cyril hurriedly called out to the elf.

"Doudou will be delivered immediately!"

……

After drinking the potion, Cyril didn't care about the ears on the top of his head, and sat at the dining table watching the professor eat in silence.

"Do you know why you are so sensitive to sneezeweeds? Did your mother tell you?" Snape said suddenly, taking a sip of the water at hand, putting the cutlery aside.

"Huh? What?"

"You are of mixed race, so there will be a lot of uncertainty about you, and of course your brother. This is also the result of our recent discussion. For example, this kind of allergy may be placed on your grandfather or your mother. They are at most Uncomfortable, but you will be very... sensitive. For example, even a slight spell can mess up your body, which is why even a very weak ignore spell is hard for you to adapt to and bear." Snape said Very slowly, seems to be phrasing.

"Not only this, but some of your abilities will be stronger than all of them. Specifically, I think this is a process of self-exploration and discovery, which needs to be explored by yourself. In addition to the two points mentioned above, in the future you may There will be more minor problems... You can ignore these for now.

However, being more sensitive and stronger means that once hurt, it will retaliate more violently... It's like, a kind of conservation.Do you understand what I mean? "

Cyril nodded.

"This allergy disruptor is a topic I've been thinking about for a while, and it's not perfect yet. After taking it, it doesn't mean that you will return to normal immediately, but it's like an extra layer of protection, making you less vulnerable... "

Hearing this, Cyril raised his hand, glanced at Dean Snape opposite him, and saw that the other party didn't stop him, so he touched it silently.

Very good, still gross.

"You are taking the second generation, and the third generation is about to come out. I want to strengthen the protective effect. At that time, you must learn this potion. In the future..."

Snape said that he suddenly paused here, then picked up the knife and fork again, and carefully cut the beef stew on the plate.

It was obvious that the beef had been stewed so softly by the peas, and with a knife, the soup was broken into pieces.

No appetite.

"I will do it in the future, so you can rest and study new potions, or spells or something."

Cyril happily took over the conversation.

"Oh, kid, don't you graduate? Dumbledore will cry if you stay here."

Snape simply pushed the plate aside in disgust and sneered.

"I've made up my mind, Professor, I will be Madam Pomfrey's assistant and successor." Cyril's gray-green eyes flickered.

Snape looked at the fearless, determined eyes of the boy opposite, and was in a trance for a moment.

"Your dad would probably cry himself out in the hospital wing of Hogwarts."

"No, I will try my best to apply for St. Mungo's non-head doctor. It will definitely make him look good." Cyril replied triumphantly as if he had thought about it a long time ago.

"How did I never know you loved Hogwarts so much?" Snape asked with interest.

"Uh...probably...feelings?" Cyril was at a loss for words for a moment, and the ears on the top of his head trembled uncomfortably.

Snape gave him a suspicious look, but said nothing, obviously not interested in his joke, and didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

"Let's continue what we were talking about. Because you are more vulnerable, so..." Snape continued softly.

Cyril felt inexplicably that the harmonious and loving atmosphere just now had disappeared.

"Mr. McLean, what I mean by this is that before doing something, please consider the consequences first, and then consider the feelings of the people around you. Do you think you are a hero when you take the initiative to stand over the second project?! "

Cyril closed her eyes and shrank her neck.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...

"Use your brain! You have at least [-] ways to solve it without sending yourself like a lamb to be slaughtered! You are a wizard! You are still a white fox! Don't you have a concept of your own identity?" Nepe continued to rant in a low, rapid voice.

"What is your wand used for? Is it used to unclog the sewer? Oh, I forgot, the wizarding world does not need to unclog it by hand. It seems that Mr. McLean's precious wand is a burden to keep. It is better to put it in the cabinet last Go inside, wrap it in velvet, and make it a family heirloom for your next generation."

Cyril silently stuffed the wand into the wand holder, lest the professor throw it into the fireplace in a fit of anger.

"Even if you don't use a wand, what about your oriental spells? Are you learning these things for exams and dealing with your family? Whether it's the spells here or yours, they are all tools. If you don't use a tool , it loses its meaning.”

Looking at Dean Snape's motionless sitting posture and moving lips, Cyril felt that he wanted to hang himself with a piece of noodles.

"Hogwarts has nurtured you for four years, and you have been by my side for four years. In the end, when something happened, the first reaction was to use your body to block the bullet. Heh!"

Snape picked up the water glass at hand, Doudou had silently removed the leftovers from their table, and each of them had an extra glass of chrysanthemum tea.

Snape, who was about to pick it up to drink, paused, and frowned at the strange flowers in the cup.

"What is this?"

"Cough, chrysanthemum tea... from our side. Compare..."

Staring at Dean Snape's blazing eyes, Cyril swallowed the word "destroyed fire" back into his throat.

"Compare, healthy."

Having said that, Cyril immediately bowed his head, made a serious introspection, deeply regretted, heartbroken, and vowed to be a good man.

Snape obviously didn't want to get entangled in such insignificant matters, he drank the chrysanthemum tea in the cup in one gulp, and knocked the cup on the table with a "boom".

Cyril trembled following the voice.

"You are already 14 years old, and copying probably won't give you a deeper understanding. Work after class, Mr. McLean. Just as the competition is over, you should take care of yourself. The ordinary wizard level exam in June of the fifth grade (OrdinaryWizardingLevel, also abbreviated as OWL or OWL) If you can't get 6 O, then please weigh the consequences yourself."

"...Dean? But I only took 9 courses..."

"Then I am very happy to inform you now, dear Mr. McLean. Next semester, please choose one more."

Snape pulled a smirk.

"Okay, Dean." Cyril replied aggrievedly.

"So, start your labor service today."

Snape stood up as he spoke, and immediately restored the dining table and chairs to their original state in a very domineering manner—the three books, if not for the batter's physical fitness, Cyril's reaction was fast enough, and he probably would have been sitting on the table by now. On the ground, harvest a real butt squat.

Break the butt into 8 petals.

It seems to have indirectly achieved the effect of spanking? ...

"Are you still in a daze?!" A whisper close at hand frightened Xi Ruier's whole body to "shudder".

"No, no, no..." Cyril waved her hands like a beckoning cat.

"See that junior essay? Your task for tonight. Mark it all, with that black quill on my desk. When will you finish it, and when will you go back to sleep. By the way, Potions class tomorrow morning , I don't want to see someone late."

Snape grudgingly undid the first button of his shirt around his neck, flexed his shoulders, and walked into the room to the left.

"Boom" sound.

The door to the bedroom on the left was slammed shut.

Cyril shook his ears on the top of his head, holding the parchment in his hand, he couldn't help pricking up his ears.

After listening carefully, it seems quite clear.The keen sense of hearing of the white fox family finally played its due role (Lin Jiu and grandpa and grandma: ???), it seems that first the cabinet door, and then the bathroom door was punched and closed, and there was the sound of water rushing.