Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril was making a snowman with Ivan in the yard.

It snowed last night.

The McLean Manor was built on the top of the mountain. Although it is the top of the mountain, it is definitely an open place. At this moment, the whole manor is covered in silver, which made him feel relaxed and happy standing in front of the window.

In just 2 minutes, Ms. Lin Jiu wrapped a big shawl and walked between the two sons who were having fun, as if she was calling the little friend back to the house.

Yiwen was probably playing crazy, he jumped out from the middle of the big cloak that Lin Jiu took out, and then giggled and turned into a little white fox.Probably because it is too small, this little white fox has a big head and big ears, combined with the small body behind it, it has a cartoonish cuteness.

The little white fox squeaked and jumped into the snow, splashing a snowflake, very happy.

Lin Jiu shook her head, and continued walking forward with the cloak, as if she wanted to catch the disobedient little fox.However, Yiwen is "a little fox with a lot of courage", and played hide-and-seek with his mother in the white snow.

Cyril stood aside, wearing a thickened silver robe, and finally joined the "game" without holding back. He transformed, and the silver cloak raised an arc in midair, and a slightly larger half-big white fox also Fell into the snow.

The half-sized little fox is exactly the one lying in his arms more than a month ago.Thinking of this, Snape's face was not obvious, but his heart felt a little itchy as if he had been rubbed by that big fluffy tail.

The small fox flopped in front, and the half-big one flopped behind, rolling in the snow blatantly in the name of catching his brother back.

Lin Jiu chased after a few steps, and finally seemed to give up.Throwing the cloak in his hand on the ground nonchalantly, he jumped up and down lightly on the flat ground of his manor. The next second a beautiful big white fox stepped on the snowman's head lightly, and then jumped again. Join the chase game of two little foxes.

Three white foxes shuttle back and forth flexibly in the yard, the picture does not feel messy, but full of fun.

At this time, another person came out of the yard, Snape's senior, Benny.

Benny didn't step forward to join the game of the three foxes, nor did he stop them. He just took his wand and put away the scattered cloaks and shawls on the ground, and then sent them back to the house, standing under the eaves and watching quietly.

Although Snape couldn't see the senior's expression, and the senior didn't do anything special, he felt a shock from his heart.

The senior Benny in my impression may be shrewd, maybe smooth, and maybe look at you dismissively with his chin up and gloves on, but he is definitely not a person who is willing to stand quietly in an inconspicuous corner and be a non-existent person. people.

But at this moment, he felt the inner peace and peace of mind of the senior.

This is a different feeling from last night.

Last night's Christmas dinner gave him a sense of excitement that caught him off guard, overwhelmed him, and couldn't help approaching.

This morning is a kind of quiet, gentle, plain and simple.

The two actually appear in the same family without conflict, and that's how it is naturally.

Snape asked himself softly in his heart: Is this life?

There are too many people around him saying that he doesn't understand life and doesn't have life.

He used to be disdainful, he didn't need to live.

He doesn't think he needs oil, salt, chai, rice, sauce and vinegar, nor does he need sweetness from you and me.

No one will accompany him, and he doesn't need anyone to accompany him. The meaning of his existence is to protect and redeem sins, that's all.

Sometimes he felt that his birth was a mistake. His mother, Irene, kept her identity as a wizard well hidden. Before his magic riot, his father never knew that there were wizards in the world.

Then the Great Recession and their identities became a haunting nightmare for the family.The father drank heavily, and the mother struggled to support themselves by doing rough work. In the end, the two died on a winter day when no one cared about them.By the time he returned home, he had been buried in the community cemetery.

When he grew up, when he thought that he could stand on his own and almost become famous, he killed his most special friend.

That's it.

But now?

The three foxes downstairs were probably tired from playing, and the three rolled into a ball. After a while, the two small ones were crushed under the body of the big one.

Benny, who had been standing in the shadow of the eaves, came out very naturally, and then picked up the three foxes.

Snape watched the senior walk back to the house very naturally, with a big fox in one hand and two small foxes in the other.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard stood for a while, then turned and went to the bathroom in the room to wash up.

Although no one came looking for it, it was always inappropriate to show up too late.

After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, the black-haired wizard wrapped in a dark gray silk bathrobe stared at the newly grown stubble on his chin in the mirror, and picked up the shaving cream on the countertop to apply it.

Snape stared at himself in the mirror, shaving from left to right.

The man in the mirror is actually very young, perhaps because of the adequate sleep that made his complexion look better than ever.

Snape mechanically shaved, suddenly and inexplicably began to think about his 28 years.

What is he living for?

However, this question did not bother him for a long time. Before he could figure out why, there was a knock on the door.

After getting a response, Cyril leaned in.

The boy noticed that the dean was shaving, his eyes lit up, and he went straight into the room.squeezed beside the dean.

Snape squinted at the little troll huddling around him, seeing that his hair and body were dry, he ignored him.

"Dean, at what age did you start shaving your beard?" Cyril suddenly and mysteriously leaned beside him and asked.

Snape flicked the shaving cream into the sink and cautiously didn't answer.

"14 years old? 15 years old? Or 16 years old?" Cyril continued to ask eagerly.

Snape didn't speak, but tilted his chin sideways, and continued to shave in front of the mirror.

Cyril put her face on the door frame, stared at the dean's chin and neck in a daze, held back for two seconds, and then asked, "Your Adam's apple is very obvious, and the shape is also pretty. Mine..."

Cyril didn't finish speaking. He raised his chin and touched his small Adam's apple, and continued to say indistinctly, "It's so small... If you don't believe me, look..."

Snape took a quick glance at the little troll with its neck upturned through the mirror, his obsidian eyes rested on the boy's Adam's apple for 5 seconds, the neck was very thin and white, the Adam's apple was small and pointed on the neck, and then Swipe up and down as he speaks.

Snape's eyes dimmed, but he still didn't answer, and turned his gaze back quietly.

The wizard reached out and turned on the faucet to rinse his hands and chin, and wiped his clean chin by the way.

"You said that I haven't grown a beard and my Adam's apple is small at the age of 14... Is it a bit late for development..." The boy's big gray-green eyes stared suspiciously at the razor in the dean's hand.

Snape put away the cleaning supplies, turned sideways around the little monster sticking to the door frame, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Walking to the wardrobe next to the bed, I opened it, and sure enough, my clothes were neatly hung up inside.Visually, it was prepared by a house elf, and it looks very complete.

Snape took out a white shirt with a stand-up collar and a pair of trousers, then glanced at the boy who was leaning against the side of the closet again, and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought the McLean family didn't have the tradition of watching guests change their clothes?"

"Oh, well, I'll wait for you to come down and have breakfast." Seeing that there was no hope of asking questions, Cyril could only dawdle outside the door dejectedly.

When the slender fingers touched the cold metal doorknob, the dean's deep and silky voice sounded behind him: "You don't have to worry about these...youth problems. Orientals have always developed relatively late, so you are 15 or 16 years old. There is no problem at all with a long beard."

Cyril turned around in a "bass", blinked her big eyes and immediately stepped down: "Then the dean... What about you? And the Adam's apple? Is this shape a bit small?"

"..."

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please go out and close the door for me by the way."

"Okay. See you at breakfast!" The boy jumped out like a happy bird.

……

Snape's Christmas vacation at Maclean Manor was unexpectedly comfortable and peaceful.

The entire Maclean Manor was determined to keep the lonely wizard until Hogwarts Homecoming.

"You made precious medicine for our little Cyril, and I never know how to thank you... If you don't want to stay longer, then we will have to send two house elves to you..." Vera Smilingly called the biscuit.

Biscuit took two house elves who seemed to be very young. The two little guys were teary and looked at the black-haired and black-eyed wizard in horror.

"...I just think it's a lot of trouble for you." Snape replied.

"Not at all, on the contrary, look how happy our little Cyril is! So are we."

In this way, Snape read a book in the study or his own room in the morning to deal with his work.Cyril is next door tinkering with her stuff.In the afternoon, the two tacitly went to the underground potion laboratory to study the tribal potion handbook that Edward brought back from Africa.

The day was very fulfilling and beautiful.

In a blink of an eye, January 1th.Dean Snape's birthday just arrived, and he will return to school tomorrow on the 9th.

The "big plan" that Cyril has been "working on" for a long time will be implemented today...

Think a little excited!

Cyril not only wants to present a big gift to the dean, but also has full authority to "arrange" the dean's birthday.

The boy got up early in the morning and first worked on the birthday cake in the kitchen with Biscuit.

"Do you want the cake to be tiramisu, pure coffee-flavored cheesecake, or a classic Black Forest?" Cyril stared at the magic baking book that the biscuit took out and carefully flipped through it.

"Anything is fine." Biscuit stood upright at the side with a careful look.

"Then tiramisu." Cyril nodded after speaking.

Biscuit clapped his hands, and an elf surrounded by a clean white tea towel appeared, behind him were all the materials and utensils for making cakes.

"The venue doesn't need much decoration...the dean doesn't like those...well, are there any birthday candles?"

"We have ordinary colored candles and magic glare candles." Biscuit replied sternly.

"Then ordinary candles, do you have silver ones? I heard that magic glare candles are a bit noisy..." Cyril ordered.

"Okay." Biscuit nodded.

"Can you confirm the lunch and dinner menu again?"

"here."

Biscuit took out a leather folder, inside which was fixed a piece of parchment, on which were written the names and types of 7 categories of meals, from appetizers to desserts and after-dinner tea drinks.

After confirming all this, Xi Ruier hurried back to his room, took a look at Ping An who had slept like a "pixiu bar", enough magic energy crystals and other supplies, and then looked forward to everything tonight.

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