Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape looked at the birthday cake in front of him and the silver candles on it, staring and not wanting to speak.

It's unreal for a man who is nearly 30 years old to celebrate his first birthday with a combination of Chinese and Western.

In the end, Snape didn't refuse the cake, the Chinese-English birthday song, or the pile of gift boxes in front of him.

The birthday was celebrated just right, without fancy decorations, magic garlands, or sensational songs.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room, and the scene seemed to be back to Christmas Eve.The difference is that the little giant didn't sit on the arm of the sofa on his side, and he didn't give himself a birthday present, he said he would be ready to give it to him later.

And Snape was pulled to play Gobstone by old Mr. Maclean.

"Don't rush to refuse, son. You will definitely do it." Edward said kindly, stroking his mustache.

"I haven't played for many years." Snape said, sitting upright on the chair, staring at the stone chess in front of him.

"Your mother... I'm sorry to mention her today, I hope you don't mind. Irene is very nice, although she doesn't like to talk very much, and she doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people, but I have seen her secretly give the lower grades a few times. You are like her, the potion is excellent, even out of blue... At that time, it was not peaceful, people were ambitious, and some people came out full of temptation. No one can stop those lawless people People, the heart is very impetuous. Albus has just taken over the position of principal, and he is in a state of distress. Many things are not on the surface, and no one knows what is going on. You know that day... the situation of the half-blood wizard Extra tough, but Eileen is brave, I guess...she doesn't hate Muggles.

oh!See I'm telling you all this, but really, I just wanted to tell you that your mother was the captain of the Slytherin Gobstones and she was amazing at it. "

Edward greeted with a smile.

At this time, Yiwen laughed sharply and rode a white beast that radiated holy light across the living room and went straight to the yard. Lin Jiu chased it out with a headache and shouted: "Ivan! Get down quickly! How many times have I said that you can't ride it?" On Uncle Wu's neck!!"

Benny followed the figure of his wife, but he didn't seem too worried.

"Honey, if Wu Thirty likes children, let him play with them. He will be a good father when he has children in the future!"

Lin Jiu rolled her eyes where her husband couldn't see, then turned into a big white fox with a fluffy tail, and chased it out in a few steps.

……

Here, Cyril actually didn't go back to the room, but asked Biscuit to open the observatory in McLean Manor.

That is the highest place in the entire manor, and it is hemispherical as a whole.According to legend, it was built by the great-great-grandfather to the great-grandfather.Because my great-grandfather was obsessed with astronomy when he was a teenager, he firmly believed that there must be some other planets in the sky with unknown magical creatures on them.

The observatory is very open, and the huge astronomical telescope in the middle has been sent for routine maintenance, which has caused the place to be empty now, just a huge platform covered by transparent glass.

It's perfect for formations.

Biscuit was holding a thick cloak in his hand, which Master Cyril had taken off when he came up.

Cyril took the leather notebook and began to draw a magic circle on the stone ground.

Looking up, you can see the round moon above your head. Ping An can't wait to "charge" in a corner, motionless and doesn't want to be disturbed.

The biscuit said that if necessary, the hemispherical glass cover on the top of the head can be retracted from one side.

This is completely open air.Cyril thought about the folded roof of the convertible, and thought there was nothing wrong with it.

After finishing the drawing of the first layer of magic circle, Cyril took out the magic energy spar again, this time he chose the batch with the most energy and fixed it on each point.

Then there is the marrow washing spell, step by step, methodical.

In the end, it was Ping An, Alpine Saussurea, my own blood and the client, Dean Snape.

Gently picked up the handkerchief Biscuit handed over and wiped his hands, Cyril stood up and cast a protective spell around the magic circle, then went downstairs.

"What is the dean doing?" Cyril asked casually.

"Play gobstones with the master." Biscuit replied sternly.

"...Didn't grandma say that you can't play this at home in the future? It stinks everywhere."

"The young master changed Gao Bushi's chess piece, now instead of spraying bad smell, it turns into spraying characters."

"...spray?"

"Correct."

When Cyril walked into the living room curiously, he saw that there were only two people left on the sofa—my grandfather and my dean.

The air around the two of them was surrounded by a circle like: "Shit!"

"Rookie!"

"Rubbish!"

"Gillsweed!"

"Troll possessed!"

"Smelly!"

"Ouch!"

The words of ...

"..."

It's hard to imagine that the two of them could sit still in a group of words like this until now.

Edward first saw Cyril on the side of the stairs, and then glanced at his pocket watch.

"Ah, it's already 10:[-]! I really enjoyed tonight! Thank you for accompanying me to Gobstone!"

The next second: "Smelly shit!" appeared in mid-air.

"..."

"Where are my parents?" Cyril broke the awkward silence timely and caringly.

"Oh, I went upstairs, Ivan played crazy, and said he was coaxing him to sleep."

"Grandpa and grandma?"

"I'm going to rest, and so is your grandma. I'm going to rest too. Thank you for playing chess with me today. I'm very happy!"

Edward stood up calmly, patted Snape on the shoulder, and then went upstairs directly, with fast steps.

Snape put the Gobstone away and put it in the small cabinet that Edward used to store chess pieces before, then stood up and patted his pants.With a wave of his hand, all the "words" in the air disappeared.

"Dean, do you have time now?"

"What?" Snape took a sip from the teacup in his hand.

"Show me something!"

Snape put down the teacup, raised his eyebrows, and followed behind Cyril. He always knew that the little troll was messing with his birthday present, and he didn't reveal it because he was also a little curious.

……

Everything in front of him was beyond the expectations of the potions professor with black hair and black eyes.

In his imagination, maybe the little troll found another potion book, or a magical little animal might even plant a piece of precious magic plants.

But in any case, it will definitely not be a magic circle.

The loosened brow furrowed again, and Snape tried hard not to speak so sharply: "What are you doing?"

"I designed a magic circle..."

"A circle?! You alone!" Snape couldn't help raising his voice.

Cyril, who had expected this for a long time, managed to stabilize his tone, and replied: "It's not dangerous..."

"As long as it is a magic circle, it is dangerous!"

Snape replied firmly, Obsidian's eyes stared straight at the other's gray-green dog eyes.

"I really... I consulted a lot of people, but I didn't do much experimentation... and it was supported by book theory."

Snape's chest rose and fell. Ten seconds later, the wizard pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "What is this for?"

"Remove the mark." Cyril looked directly at Dean Snape, and answered each word clearly.

"...remove... what?" Snape's voice dropped.

"That mark..."

The black-haired wizard suddenly turned around, pinched Cyril's shoulders, and pushed him against the wall with too much force.Probably too emotional, Cyril felt pinched and hurt.

"Do you know what you are studying?" the wizard asked in a low voice.

Cyril looked at the dean who suddenly approached, and replied calmly: "I know."

Snape tried again, but his voice was smaller, close to a whisper, the wizard leaned closer to the boy's ear, and continued to ask, hissing like a poisonous snake: "Do you know whose mark this is?"

"I know." Cyril tried her best to ignore the discomfort in her ears.

"Oh! Of course you know. You have read my memory."

Snape's tone was indifferent, but the boy instinctively felt the other party's extreme sadness and dismal mood.

"Can... show me?"

A pair of slender hands gently covered Snape's left arm, the muscles under his hand twitched convulsively, but he didn't dodge.

Seeing the other party's silence, Cyril mustered up the courage to gently unbutton the dean's left cuff button.The obsidian cufflinks were stuffed into the boy's trouser pocket, and the white cuffs were rolled up, round and round, all the way to the elbow.

On the flagstone floor, both of them squatted down at some point.

Together they stared at the pale arm that had never seen the light. The mark on it was very faint, as if buried in a deep place, the color was gray, and the pattern was still grim.

The fingers gently rubbed along the lines inch by inch, and covered the mouth that was spitting out snakes.Cyril sniffled and asked hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"

Snape flinched slightly, and replied in a low voice, "When I first marked it, it hurt a lot. It hurt for many days."

Cyril lowered his body, put his cold face on the mark, and rested one ear on the dean's arm, as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in this way.

"Does it hurt when you take the wand... cut through here...?"

Snape looked down at the boy on his arm in silence.

Cyril closed her gray-green eyes, as if she was really listening to something, serious and pious.

Snape finally replied hoarsely and dryly: "I didn't feel pain then."

"Oh, it might hurt a little for a while. But I think you can hold it. Promise me...let me try...will you?"

The boy turned his head with his eyes closed, and buried his face in Snape's arm.

Snape felt the other's cold nose, warm mouth and moist eyelashes.

The two remained silent for a long time in this posture.

Snape closed his eyes, his Adam's apple sliding up and down his neck.

"...you try it."

A word dissipated in the air, and the heavy weight on his arms and heart disappeared along with it.

……

When Snape stood in the middle of the magic circle and took off his shirt, Cyril's eyes were red, and he brought safety to the designated position.

And the whole alpine snow lotus was gently placed in a position opposite to peace.

Pressing the wall lightly, the transparent glass dome slowly opened, and the harsh winter wind poured in, together with the light of the full moon.

A complete, re-improved magic circle was completely activated.

The magic circle was activated by itself just like the last time it was safely advanced. The patterns and lines on the ground gradually became three-dimensional, and each symbol radiated golden-red light and slowly rose.

Cyril seemed to hear the singing, the voice was very small, it was coming from the magic circle.

Snape stood in the middle with his eyes closed, his hands hanging by his sides, motionless.

The sound of singing was from far to near. I don't know if it was because he drank a little Felicity Potion, but Xi Ruierqiang suddenly felt strongly that he could sacrifice blood.

The boy took out the mithril knife that he had prepared early in the morning from his waist belt, and cut his left wrist without hesitation.

A voice seemed to be telling him: Right now!

Cut off the left hand!

Lots and lots of blood, blood on the mark!

Snape felt a burst of heat on his left arm, as if something had been smeared on it, followed by a strong smell of blood.

The wizard was flustered for a moment, but he couldn't open his eyes, as if his body was nailed in place.

A pair of icy hands grabbed his arms, and Snape heard a familiar voice amidst unknown chants: "Don't move."

The voice is cool and calming.

Snape gradually calmed down.

Slowly he felt a scorching heat, scorching heat emanating from the inside out.He couldn't tell if his body was burning or his soul was burning.

It's getting hotter and hotter, like a volcano is about to erupt inside the body.

There is no outlet for catharsis.

At this time, there was a burst of coolness on the left arm, which was the place where the liquid was applied just now.

The scorching heat all over his body seemed to have found an exit, rushing towards his left arm first.A sharp pain came from the left arm.

Snape gritted his teeth and didn't let out a scream.

It was a pain that was more penetrating than the Dark Lord's summoning or punishment, and it was nothing more than bruising and gouging flesh. It was like pulling something from the arm, including the flesh and meridians.

Snape wanted to cover his arm, but he couldn't move his whole body, so he could only carry it.

Cyril stood outside the magic circle, his wrist was treated briefly, and the bleeding was stopped. At this moment, he was observing the painful-looking wizard in the magic circle.

In winter, in the open air, the dean, whose upper body was not covered by an inch or a strand, broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and his cheeks twitched a little due to the forceful bite.

Slowly, the place covered with blood began to glow, and Cyril watched the blood being absorbed, and then the mark on his left arm became more and more obvious.

The last hideous mark glowed black and red, with a vague tendency to "break out of arms".

The singing voice changes from distant to close to the ear, and the soothing and light tone also becomes hasty. It feels like someone is chanting something around you stepping on the rhythm, and the heartbeat is also chaotic with the rhythm.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Dense drum beats.

At this tense moment, "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Tweet!!!" Ping An, who had been silent and unresponsive all this time, suddenly jumped up, bared his hair, and his body swelled infinitely.

A blue light and shadow flashed in the golden-red light, like a blue halo, suddenly appeared above Snape's head, covering the entire magic circle and the people in it.

In the next second, the alpine snow lotus, which had been unresponsive, exploded, bursting out with white dazzling light, and was wrapped in the entire blue mask.

"Ah!" Headmaster Snape in the circle finally roared out.

A burst of black mist burst out from the blue light shield, and a burst of blue light flashed, enveloped it, and then disappeared.

The singing stopped abruptly.

All lights go out.

Cyril immediately threw himself into the arms of the Dean, who was kneeling in the center of the damaged circle.

Snape was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, his right hand tightly pinched his left arm.

He landed safely next to Cyril's lap, resting his big head on the boy's lap.

In a row of blue-green inverted triangles on the tip of the long tail, in addition to a red triangle, there is also a black one.