Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Snape woke up in the morning, he didn't feel that today was any different from the day before.

To be exact, he didn't think about his birthday at all.

In the wizard's 28 years of life, there is no such thing as a birthday.If you really pull out an element that is barely related to birthdays, it must be a small piece of sponge cake that my mother Erin gave me when I was very young, or a box of homemade cranberries that Lily once sent during the first grade Christmas holiday. Small biscuits.

But that day was actually not good. Lily came to Spider's End Alley alone in a floral dress, and saw Tobia who was drunk at the door.

Snape felt that there was nothing worth remembering related to birthdays, so he never had any special expectations on January 1th.

Today, like January 1 in previous years, is just a normal day in the 9 days of the year.

Standing in front of the mirror and shaving, Snape finally realized why today felt a little weird—the little troll didn't sneak into his room as usual, and then COS a mollusk, leaning on the door frame without bones and He babbled routinely.

Is the little troll still awake?Snape wiped off the shaving cream, thought about this question for two seconds, and then quickly snuffed out his brain. What kind of stupid question is this worth thinking about?

Snape stood in front of the closet, threw the bathrobe casually on the bed, propped the sides of the closet with his bare upper body, his shoulder blade muscles stretched out in a beautiful arc, pale but full of strength.

Snape found a brand new shirt with a small pointed collar in his wardrobe today.There are two small buttons of invisible material on each collar tip.

This shirt is not my own, but the size fits me unexpectedly. Looking at the cuffs, there is an embroidery of the same color as the shirt with "SS".

There was a faint scent of sage mixed with sunlight on the shirt.

Snape didn't make any fuss about the clothes, and quickly put them on.

When the wizard appeared on the dining table in a neat shirt and trousers, he was eagerly watched by the whole family of the owner of the manor.

"Come on, kid, you have to eat this for breakfast today." Bai Zhi placed a bowl of noodle soup in front of Snape, and thoughtfully handed him a fork and spoon.

Snape looked at the rough enamel bowl in front of him, the clear soup contained white noodles, green vegetables and a soft poached egg, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Little friend Snape, these are longevity noodles, you have to eat this on your birthday." Mr. Lin held a small teapot and flipped through today's "Daily Bright News" in his hand.

"Longevity noodles?" Snape repeated with difficulty.

"Birthday noodles, Dean. That's how we eat over there. It's a tradition." Cyril ran down from upstairs and said cheerfully.

"I think it's not bad. Although there is no meat in the morning, it is warm and comfortable in the stomach." Edward said while holding the coffee.

"I used to think that the noodles with soup would be a lump, but in fact Zhi's cooking skills are amazing." Vera leaned against Edward with a look of admiration.

"Happy birthday, Dean. I'll try to learn how to do this next time," the boy added.

Snape didn't respond for a while, and he didn't deliberately think about why the little troll would say "I'll try to learn how to do this next time".

Finally, with a soft "huh", I picked up the fork to pick up the noodles from the bowl.

The noodles were steaming hot, and the face and eyes were covered with mist.

……

"Do you have plans for today?"

"What do you want to do?" Snape, who had put the empty bowl on the table, asked warily, holding a napkin.

"No plans, as usual? It's just that it may take up a little of your time at night." Cyril replied with a whimper.

Snape stared into the boy's gleaming gray-green eyes, momentarily speechless, neither saying yes nor denying.

It was his birthday, but as far as the day was concerned, it was really no different from usual. In the afternoon, when the two cats were making potions in the basement, Snape had completely calmed down the touch brought by a bowl of "Longevity Noodles" in the morning.

He found himself always touched when he came to McLean Manor.

It was as if under a softening spell, my cold and solid body and mind became extra fragile and soft.

Today is the tenth day of making the "Improved Felicity Elixir". The two of them had gained a new inspiration from the African notebook before, and they agreed that the production cycle of the Felicity Elixir could be shortened.

If nothing else, the finished product can be made before dinner.

This idea was proposed by Cyril. If it succeeds, he intends to ask Cyril to write a report paper directly.

Snape's first potions thesis in his life was published in the third grade, which directly gave him the qualification to participate in the potions annual meeting during the holidays. It was also that year that Dean Slughorn gave him An invitation to the Slug Club.

He always believed that the turning point in his life began at that time.

In the third grade, he has experienced too many things. For example, Senior McLean has always asked him to make potions in private. That year he was considered a "teacher", and he could use a specific letter S to make named potions (the income doubled because of this. Yiyiyiyi), the senior gave him a "long-term part-time job", and he finally had a relatively stable source of income: for example, he began to emerge in the field of potions: for example, he was first noticed by Malfoy senior, and then hinted that he If you work hard, you may have a brilliant future; for example... In the summer vacation of his third grade, on July 1974, 7, the little troll was born. As a gratitude, he made his first potion on "Prince's Powerful Potion" ——Pray for potions.

Young and energetic, he didn't even understand all the information about this potion, so he made it as long as it was a potion with positive effects, and then sent it to China by courier.

To be honest, in the "Prince's Powerful Potion" left by mother Irene, the blessing potion is one of the few positive potions.

He'd read that book many times, from the first potion to the last.There are those that cure diseases, those that poison and kill, and those that do not know what to do for any reason.

The dark side of him sometimes thinks: making Chapter 3 potion of doom and sneaking it into the mug of the big Slytherin who tore up his notebook; pouring Chapter 6 gender-reversal potion into the Silly Potter's mouth; splashing the Chapter 1 amnesia potion on Black's stupid dog's face before the History of Magic exam...

But he has never really done it. Maybe the lack of materials is one aspect, but more is a feeling of cherishing.

Among the few things my mother left for me, "Prince's Powerful Potion" is undoubtedly the most precious thing.He didn't want to try any of the things in it easily, just to satisfy his own selfish desires or an innocuous prank.

This is the basic persistence of a person who loves potions.

On Christmas Day 1973, he received a letter.

This senior who went to China became a father-to-be after quickly finding his partner in a heroic rescue of the United States.

He was grateful to Benny from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't imagine how miserable his life at Hogwarts would be without Benny's support.

He has always wanted to do something to thank this senior who may have been just profit-seeking at first, but definitely not malicious.

The opportunity is here.

What better way to show gratitude than to give away a dose of a precious potion that no one else can make?

The book explains that the potion is Prince's own.The reason why it is unique is because it bears the imprint of the drug maker itself.

The production of the blessing potion unexpectedly required the blood of the creator. During the three months of the production cycle, he had to drip blood every 7 days at night.

So many drops of blood that the uninformed normal potions master would consider it malevolent enough to rival a black magic potion.

Lord Salazar Slytherin also said that "strength comes from the inheritance of blood". (Guide Chapter 104)

His magical power flows in his blood, he used his magical power to make this potion, and he used his blood to sublimate this potion again.He poured all his protection and blessings into this potion.

Once in a lifetime.

Many Princes would never make this potion in their lives.The use of blood is one aspect, and the rarest is the other aspect, and the same is true for potions.

Once in a lifetime, and he did it at 13, sounds so thoughtless.

But he never regretted it.

The purple potion rolled up and down in the crystal potion bottle, rippling a pale golden streamer.The bright colors look more like a bottle of deadly poison, extremely beautiful and coquettish.If it weren't for the description in "Prince's Powerful Potion", even he wouldn't dare to send it out easily.

This is an adventure.

In the end, he sent the page of potion instructions together with the potion to the senior, and it was up to the senior to use it or not.

And then... Snape glanced at the little troll next to him. The black-haired and green-eyed boy was staring at the golden Elixir of Felicity in the cauldron for the last extraction, and his gray-green eyes were stained with starlight.

The wizard curled his lips and didn't recall anything.

……

When the golden Felicity Elixir was completely packed into a chubby bottle, Cyril couldn't wait to hold it and not let go.

"I'm out for a trip, I don't want to come back and find half a bottle missing, I think Mr McLean should know about its side effects."

Snape said mildly.

"Okay, Dean."

When Snape came out of the bathroom, he happened to see Cyril holding two small measuring cups, each with a light layer of pale golden liquid.

"Dean, today is your birthday, shall we have a drink?"

The boy's eyes shone brightly, and the bright lamp shone right on the two small dots of Felicia, which looked brighter than gold.

Snape swallowed the blurted refusal.

In fact, the boy is very good at choosing the time. The experiment was successful, so it is understandable to try the potion effect; today is his birthday, and the little troll seems to have prepared something, and this innocuous little request is not too much.

It seems that drinking a few drops of Felicia is not a big deal.

When the golden liquid flowed down his throat, Cyril grinned a big smirk at the opposite Dean.

"Dean, I think something good will happen tonight. There's a surprise!" The little troll with gray-green eyes boldly grabbed Snape's cuff and said softly.

"I hope it's not a shock, Mr. McLean." Snape's answer was also unusually soft.