Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Since it was the first Christmas seder at McLean Manor in almost 15 years, Elf Biscuits pretty much pulled out all the stops to make it perfect.

A 10-meter-high crystal Christmas tree was placed in the center of the hall.Cyril could even reach for the bells hanging on the Christmas tree on the stairs on the third floor.

The food is delicious, the red wine is sweet, the white wine is spicy, as usual, the traditional combination of Chinese and Western, everyone is very happy at the family dinner.

The toasts were staggered, and the family banquet was coming to an end unknowingly.

Little Evan has grown to two years old, and he is no longer so easy to conjure up ears and tails when excited, and looks no different from ordinary babies.

Yiwen was just at the age when he was curious about the whole world.After eating half a bowl of pea puree and grandma's soft chicken porridge stewed with Angelica dahurica, I started to crawl around the world.

Wu Thirty doesn’t eat much, and puts all his heart and soul on little Ivan, the cool and handsome guy looks like he has no temper at all, Ping An can’t go home with Cyril on the Hogwarts Express because he’s too conspicuous, It was brought back by Dean Snape along the way.

Ping An was originally a small animal with scales, but after transformation, it turned into a soft and cute long-haired creature.

The big furry guy likes this little Ivan who tastes similar to Cyril.At this moment, it got bigger again, turned its belly over, and lay flat, with four claws retracted, so that Ivan could crawl around on the soft belly.

Wu Thirty squatted next to Ping An, and was caught off guard by Ping An who tilted his head and licked his saliva.

The saliva is a little blue like its tongue...

Ruishou Baize can always see things that others cannot see.The white-haired man with Bai Ze's blood stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at Ping'an's hairy forehead, and asked Cyril calmly: "Is it enlightened?"

"I... don't know. It used to be like a small decoration. It did everything slowly and didn't bark. Except that it was very active in the moonlight, there was nothing else. Until the last time... I made a small... Experiment and it changes."

Wu Sa didn't ask what kind of experiment Cyril had done, just like before when Cyril wrote to him and asked him about the marrow cleansing spell, he just talked about the facts and never heard a word.

In the end, Wu Thirty just said calmly: "It's okay, it's a good thing to open up the intelligence. Its ability will only become stronger and stronger in the future."

"Ah."

The two of them were speechless for a while, and Ivan, who was buried in the hair on Ping An's belly, suddenly happily "cluck!"

In an instant, everyone's attention was attracted.

……

Snape was sitting on the sofa, holding the Pu'er tea strongly recommended by Mr. Lin, and slightly narrowed his eyes.

This was the first time he participated in such a family banquet. He thought it would be very difficult, and he even felt that his presence would disturb the harmonious and lively atmosphere of the family.

At best, even in his best plans, he pretended to be a Christmas tree or a mural, as long as it was stuck and hung somewhere inconspicuous until the end.

But in fact, no.

First of all, he didn't feel miserable, secondly, he didn't feel that his existence caused the family to be embarrassed, and finally, he didn't become a Christmas tree or a mural.

Since the first spoonful of chestnut chicken appeared on his plate, his plate has never been empty, and everyone at the table is keen to add food to each other.

At first he was embarrassed to refuse - who can refuse a kind-faced old lady to serve him food?

Later...he didn't have the energy to refuse, because he felt that his mouth was always occupied—either to eat, or to answer the casual questions of Elder Cyril, some chats that didn't involve any topic and went all over the place.

The most amazing thing is that he didn't feel bothered.

He had always thought that he was the type of person who disdained to participate in emotional exchanges at the dinner table.

Eating is just eating, a necessary step for a person to live, just like watering magic plants regularly, just repeating an action mechanically.

In no way should more meaning be assigned here, nor is it necessary.

However, the chatter at the McClain family table was... uncharacteristically interesting.

It’s not short gossip between the parents (well, maybe there are some, but it’s harmless), the old people on both sides happily exchanged interesting experiences and magical species they encountered after overcoming language difficulties.

Sometimes it starts from the species to the application, and then occasionally rises to the advanced theory, caught off guard, and brings back interesting experiences... One wave of ups and downs, one after another, one after another, Snape can't help it occasionally Get involved too.

By the time he found out, he was already enjoying the atmosphere.

He remembered that he attended a dinner party held by Lucius's house a long time ago. At that time, he was taken by Benny as a student, and he had a chance with this old McLean couple. In the end, he didn't pay much attention to people, just silently ate the fried foie gras in front of him, definitely not the way he clapped his hands and laughed now.

Snape wasn't sure for a while whether it was the atmosphere in Ms. Lin Jiu's house that had too much influence, or whether it was true, in fact, they were like this at home.

Home……

This word is too unfamiliar to him. In his less than 30 years of life experience, he can have a dormitory, a house and an office.

But there is no home alone.

Maybe when I was very young, I once had it.

But that is also a very vague memory, and the subsequent experience is too painful and heavy. The memory of warm colors in front is like a small spark, which is extinguished by the turbulent and cold sea water when it is slightly brighter.

"Dean, you will live with me on the first floor in a while. There is a room next to my room, which has been packed for you."

Cyril leaned over at this moment, holding a plate of raspberry ice cream in his hand, sipping sips with a spoon, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"I don't think I said I would stay overnight, Mr. McLean." Snape heard himself reply calmly.

"It's so late, I want to discuss potions with you tomorrow."

Probably because the ice cream is so delicious, Cyril answered with a sticky mouth, with two pink mustaches on both sides of his mouth.

Snape touched the warm teacup in his hand, looked at the dark amber transparent liquid inside, and beside him was a little troll sitting on the armrest with no rules. The huge living room was surrounded by a kind of light music with Christmas characteristics, Suddenly, I felt numb and itchy ankles exposed under the suit pants.

Looking carefully, it turned out that a chubby orange cat rubbed against his ankle with its tail hooked upside down.

The fat cat was not afraid of people, it raised its head and stretched along Snape's trousers, and squeezed out an extremely delicate "meow~" from its throat.

"Old Bao is begging for a hug." Cyril said with a smirk.

The black-haired and black-eyed wizard stared at him. He felt that the little troll probably had a bad brain after eating too much, so he would secretly make an unreasonable request to hug the cat.

"Hey! My friend Snape, my old Bao doesn't show favors easily!"

Mr. Lin passed by with his precious purple sand teapot, and patted Snape on the shoulder with confidence, then stopped and looked at the scene in front of him with admiration.

Originally wanting to ignore it, Snape, who regarded this little episode as the end, was forced to freeze on the sofa, and stared at the smiling old man.

"..."

Mr. Lin looked at the old bag on the ground with a smile, then looked up at the expressionless black-haired young man holding a teacup, with a sentence written all over his face: "My cat master is begging for a hug, why are you still sitting there?" move".

Snape was speechless for a moment.He put the teacup on the table slowly, and when he bent down, he felt his back creaking.

It's as if there is a majestic image of myself that sounds with the "click".

In the next second, the little monster around him suddenly moved one step faster than himself. The boy put down his dessert plate, jumped off the armrest of the sofa deftly, squatted down, and picked up the chubby orange cat with both hands. Holding his stomach, resting his buttocks in one hand, he handed it to Snape.

"You can scratch Laobao's chin, it likes it." Cyril said with a smile.

"..."

The chatter in the room stopped for a while, the music was alternating between two pieces, and the soft and greasy Christmas carol in front was coming to an end.

Snape suddenly felt that the eyes of all the creatures in the room were fixed on his right hand, as if if he didn't do anything, he would be stared like this until the end of the Christmas holiday.

The wizard bent his fingers on his knees, finally raised them up slowly as if resigned to his fate, and then gently rubbed the side of the orange cat's furry chin with the side of his right index finger.

The orange cat made a "snoring" sound and narrowed its eyes.

The next song starts just right, a light and bright ditty with a jumpy tempo, but not obnoxious.

Mr. Lin walked past Snape with a teapot, and went to play chess with his father-in-law with a smile. The sound of chatting in the room came up again, and Cyril also put the satisfied old bag back on the ground.

Lao Bao ran away along the feet of the two, waving the cat's tail, leaving only a handful of cat hair.

Snape felt as if he had completed an incredible ritual, sat up straight again, and slowly leaned back against the back of the sofa.

……

When Snape woke up in the morning, he didn't realize where it was for a moment.

Comfortable temperature, light-colored curtains, white furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows, the mattress under him is moderately soft and hard, and the brushed bedding is touching his bare skin outside the pajamas...

The black-haired wizard put the back of his hand on his face, closed his eyes again, and finally cleared his mind. He was spending Christmas at McLean Manor.

He took out the wand under the pillow and checked the time: 9:30.If it weren't for the infallibility of magic, Snape wouldn't believe that he had slept until now.

The wizard got out of the bed barefoot, stood in front of the French windows and opened the blackout curtains, and the scenery outside the windows was unobstructed.