Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Sirius ends up with Kreacher, temporarily taking Regulus away.

Cyril and his party sent the hurrying grandparents to the fireplace—the old couple were actually dressed so formally because they were rushing to attend a report meeting of a magical creature.

In the end there were only three people left in the office.

Cyril walked to the door and turned back.

"Principal Dumbledore, there is one thing that I have never understood."

"What's the matter kid?"

"Why did Little Mr. Black let the house-elf go in the end instead of himself? I don't think he's incapable of getting out of there by himself."

Dumbledore fell silent, bowed his head and thought for a while, and then gave a soft "ah".

"I think... this is probably one of the bright spots in the great soul of Mr. Black. He never took the death of the house-elves for granted. I guess, he may be the first to understand the power of house-elves." A pure-blood wizard here!"

After a flash of surprise on Cyril's face, it became reasonable again.

"No wonder Kreacher loves him so much. I can feel the elf's affection for him from the bottom of his heart."

Headmaster Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

"Principal, if there is nothing else, I'm going back to the dormitory." Cyril nodded and left first.

"Go kid. Take a good hot bath and rest."

Dumbledore and Snape watched silently together as the young boy left and closed the door.

After a while, the old headmaster sat down and sighed softly.

"You know, Severus. When I heard that Cyril had accepted the inheritance of Slytherin, I thought I would be flustered and think a lot. But in fact, the moment I knew about it, I must have do not worry."

Snape held the cold tea in his hand, lowered his head and did not speak.

"He is completely different from him. When a person has love in his heart, it is completely different." Dumbledore continued.

"Emotions are always regarded as a weakness by us, because everyone is afraid of being hurt. But... people who don't have love in their hearts can't go far..."

"Only with love and faith in your heart can you stand high enough and see far enough..."

Snape put the teacup on the table beside him and looked at his fingers silently.

"He's a good boy, isn't he?" the old man said softly, looking at the empty photo frame on the table.

An inaudible "um" escaped from the mouth of the black-haired wizard and dissipated in the air.

……

At the same time, after placing Regulus in place, Sirius set off directly to the old house next door to Grimmauld Place.

There temporarily lived a group of mutants from the United States—his saviors.

They booked a flight back to America from here the morning after tomorrow.

When Eric opened the door, he happened to see Sirius in a mess.

The gray-eyed wizard hadn't changed out of his rumpled robes that had been barely dried by magic until he came back unconscious from the sea.

Eric glanced up and down, raising an eyebrow.

"Why, Blake, fell into the sea again?"

"..."

The big black dog who was eager to ask Charles for help was caught off guard and choked.

"Well, I see you're looking for Charles. He's in the study."

Obviously, Eric didn't intend to argue with Sirius here any longer, he put on the leather jacket he was going out, and passed by the stunned wizard.

"I'll go out for a while, see you." After saying that, he waved his hand smartly.

Just like that, Sirius walked into the house dazedly, greeted a group of friends, and went to the study on the second floor.

Charles, who was sitting at the desk answering the letter, was obviously very happy to see Sirius' arrival.

Sirius swallowed, and said firmly to the gentle man in the wheelchair: "Professor Charles, I... The Black family needs your help."

……

A coffee shop on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London.

Little Harry is enjoying afternoon tea with his big silver-haired friend, while writing a letter.

It was the first time for little Harry to write a letter, and he was very well prepared. In addition to ballpoint pens and letter paper, he also bought three kinds of stamps—using the pocket money he earned from housework for a month.

The blue-eyed boy stared at the stamp in his hand while sipping on a strawberry milkshake.

"Quick Silver, which one do you think can be used?"

Quicksilver ordered a banana milkshake, took a deep sip, and then shrugged.

Xiao Ha carefully put the stamps into the pencil case, and then stared at the letter paper with a puffy face again.

"Have you ever written a letter?"

Quicksilver shrugged again.

"Aren't you in touch with your family? I haven't seen you call. I thought you'd send a letter or something."

"No. My father doesn't even know that I have a son now." Kuaiyin said casually.

Passing by to buy coffee, Eric, who saw an acquaintance wanting to say hello, was caught off guard by listening to someone else's private affairs, and his hand raised in mid-air was embarrassed and didn't know whether to put it away or continue to extend it upwards.

Dad doesn't know his existence?This child is an illegitimate child...

The most important thing is that he has already stepped forward, and it seems that there is a lot of noise about leaving now?

In the end, Eric had no choice but to sit in the booth with his back facing Kuaiyin and Xiaoha, holding the coffee with a dazed expression on his face.

By the way, I praised myself in my heart, this is to not embarrass my friends.If Charles knew about his performance today, he would definitely be praised by the professor...

"My friend, look, it's not that difficult to get along with everyone. You have to believe that it's the same with ordinary people. We can all blend in..."

Eric could imagine what Charles looked and said with a metal stirrer in the coffee shop.

……

"Didn't you say you met your dad when we went to the amusement park last time? Why didn't you tell him?"

"He was in a bad state at the time... You don't understand the situation at the time, he was going crazy... I...how should I stop him? Then we deal with a big villain together, that's it."

Kuaiyin scratched his silver hair and said with some confusion.

"Then what? The bad guys are defeated?" Xiao Ha quickly digressed.

"My dad is actually very powerful. In the end... he finally came to his senses, and then we cooperated again as soon as he made a move. That's it. It's very easy!" Kuaiyin took another big mouthful of milkshake.

"What happened after defeating the big villain? You didn't talk anymore?"

"My father has a very good friend who runs a school. The school was destroyed before, and after beating the bad guys, he went to help repair the school..."

"And then?" Harry blinked his big emerald eyes curiously.

"I just... left?" Kuaiyin's voice became smaller and smaller, obviously feeling a little timid.

"Leaving?!... Quicksilver, do you know?" Harry put the milkshake and ballpoint pen on the table together, and the little bun's face was full of seriousness.

"Ok?"

"If my parents were alive, I would have to find them even if I traveled all over the world, going up mountains of knives and down into seas of fire."

"..."

"Sir? Excuse me sir?"

A waiter's call interrupted Kuaiyin's thoughts.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Sorry to bother you, did you notice the customers on the table behind you?"

"Hmm? No, is there a problem?"

"Nor...nor...have a nice afternoon!"

The young waitress showed a standard smile, then hurriedly packed the things in the booth at the back, and went to the back kitchen.

……

In the back kitchen of a cafe on Charing Cross Road, Westminster, several waiters were whispering.

"It's so weird."

"What is it, Catherine?"

"You don't know, I just cleared the table, and the metal nameplate and stirring rod on the table by the window are all rolled into a ball, look..."

"……what is this?!"

"It's what I just said..."

"Amy, tell me, is there really someone in this world with such terrifying power?"

"superpower?"

"Give me a break……"

"Amy, Catherine! Don't be lazy, there are more and more guests ahead!"

"Okay, foreman!" X2...

Fast forward to December.

According to the letter from Villa, they have already contacted Italy and successfully connected with the Volturi family.

"Although that ancient family was gloomy and indifferent as a whole, they recognized this pendant and accepted our request for help." ——The original words of the family letter.

Then Regulus will be sent there in a few days.

Everything is on track.

Cyril stared at his own leather book and calendar, flipping back and forth, thinking about the plan he had been thinking about for a long time.

The boy with gray-green eyes buried his feet in Ping An's thick fur, rubbed them comfortably, and casually flipped through the calendar on his right hand.

A day in January after December is specially marked.

1 month 9 day.

Headmaster Snape's birthday... This was what Headmaster Dumbledore told him.

Cyril casually calculated the moon's rise and fall, and then a good idea popped into his mind.

……

Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye, and Cyril will go back to McLean Manor this time to spend it with the whole family.

"Dean, are you busy?"

The boy poked his head into Snape's potions laboratory.

"You just came here to help me keep an eye on the temperature, and I'll deal with other things." Snape ordered without looking back.

"Oh, good."

Cyril rushed over and accepted the job, carefully controlling the temperature with his wand.

Half an hour later, a pot of potion was ready.Cyril leaned half on the laboratory table and watched the dean bottle the potion.

"So what's the matter?" Snape put the potion away.

"This is for you, family feast. Our whole family welcomes you." Cyril took out a silver-green invitation card from his robe pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Snape took it suspiciously and opened it.

"No... I think..." Snape was about to refuse immediately.

"Dean, don't rush to refuse. I asked Principal Dumbledore, and he said that you don't need to stay on duty this Christmas..." Cyril rushed over nimbly and boldly hugged Sneaker Dean Pu shook his arm twice.

"Come on, there's no one else. It's no fun being at school by yourself."

Snape stared at the little troll's audacious arm, wondering for a moment whether to sternly decline the invitation or to pull the arm out first.

"And the dean... my father has newly obtained a batch of potion materials... you know. There are also a few newly bought potion books. I heard that my grandparents brought them back from their travels. Dad said how many A potion that I have never seen before... I want to do an experiment while I am on vacation... The manor also has a potion laboratory..."

"Mr McLean, I think your brain may be overgrown with achnatherum.

I remember saying that you can't experiment on your own. "

Sure enough, Snape immediately found the "point".

"Dean, aren't you curious? Those potions that you may not have seen before?"

"I don't think there will be any potions that I haven't seen before. But, you can leave it to me, and I will make it." Snape smirked unmoved.

"But I'm also curious...I want to see it, I'd better try it myself...School starts and I'm very busy, and you asked me to take an extra course..." Cyril clung to the Potions Professor's hand tightly The arm is like a dodder grass.

"..."

Snape's expression was blank, obviously very uncomfortable with being coquettish and bullying with his arms folded.

About 2 minutes later...

"...Let go first."

Snape spoke softly, and drew his arm away.

"Dean?" Cyril followed behind Dean Snape all the way.

"We'll talk about it later," the black-haired wizard said.

……

Christmas night.

Grandpa Edward and Grandpa Lin Qi held up their respective red wine and MaoTai together and delivered speeches in turn.

"Another year, Merry Christmas everyone."

"At the same time, we would like to extend a warm welcome to friends Snape and Friend Wu Thirty who have come to spend the festive season with us."

Two men, one black and one white, sat at the end of the table, each guarding a boy from the McLean family, holding the wine glass in front of them in a subtle and restrained manner.