Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"By the way, Principal?" Cyril walked to the door and turned around as if remembering something.

"You can call me now, Albus." The white-haired old man replied with a smile.

"Okay, Albus. I wanted to ask... the TA?"

"Oh, this is specifically requested by your headmaster. He said that before you become an adult, it is better to complete all potion experiments under his supervision. Of course... our potion professor also hopes to have an assistant. " said the old headmaster cheerfully.

I couldn't help but feel a little excited, the boy hooked the corners of his mouth vaguely, his eyes narrowed into two joyful arcs.

"I am very honored."

"Then wish us a happy working together!"

……

When Cyril came out of the principal's office, he just ran into Headmaster Snape who was going upstairs to knock on the door.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard silently glanced at the purple letter of appointment in Cyril's hand, without any special expression, just nodded at Xiril lightly: "Syril, you go to the office and wait for me first .”

"Okay, Dean."

As soon as Xi Ruier went out, he saw that he was still nagging someone just now, and nodded with a smile.

"Hmm." The wizard pushed the door open and walked into the principal's office without any other indication.

……

After Xi Ruier entered the dean's office, he went directly to the next door to visit his two pets. The minibus had just finished eating the "love extra meal" provided by the elf Doudou, and a small ball bulged out of its stomach.Ping An happily pressed the bulge left and right with his paws, treating it as a new game.

Cyril couldn't stand it anymore, and said to the lazy "medium-sized" basilisk: "If Ping'an is so annoying again in the future, you can whip him with your tail. Don't be polite, it is more resistant to beating than you think."

Minibus raised his head symbolically, hissed his tongue, wore his special glasses, and had a pinch of red feathers on his head, matching his candied haws-like body shape at this time, creating a cute effect .

"Actually, it's okay... Maomao is helping me massage and digest."

"Oh..." Cyril was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to respond to, and he didn't really want to know how the earthy name "Maomao" came from.

Fortunately, after a while, Dean Snape came back.

The wizard held a stack of forms in his hand, and hung his robe casually on the hanger at the door. Even in summer, the temperature in the cellar was as cool as ever. The wizard walked through the office wearing a long-sleeved shirt and conveniently put the forms on the On the table, he entered the "pet room" while unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

Cyril lay on the overfed basilisk in a shapeless manner, combed the furry Pingan in front of him, and hugged him from left to right, with a very "faint" attitude.

"Ah, Dean." The boy raised his eyelids, as if he wanted to get up, but Ping An's oversized lump was curled up on his two slender legs, making him unable to exert himself.

Snape pursed his lips, muttering to himself that he was becoming more and more disfigured as he grew older, and pulled the boy up from a pile of cushions.

"I have discussed with the director of your pharmaceutical research and development. During the holidays, you should go to St. Mungo's to report first. Before the school starts, you need to take care of it. You may even be assigned the task of picking up new students. You are ready. Usually half St. Mungo's time, stay at Hogwarts for half the time. St. Mungo's off work at 05:30 in the afternoon, so you still come back to live at night, this is the fireplace passage that St. Mungo and Hogwarts jointly opened for you."

Snape spoke quickly, which made Cyril, who had been lazily stretched into a ball just now, and his mind was as soft as cotton, a little confused.

"Huh? What?" The boy looked confused.

Snape looked at Cyril carefully from head to toe, from bottom to top, then sighed, and whispered to himself: "I don't know if it's okay to let you be a teaching assistant..."

As he spoke, he handed over a thin envelope that he had pulled out from the form earlier.

"The Transport Department of the Ministry of Magic - Fireplace Management.

Received by Cyril McLean"

The lettering on the envelope was typed by a standard typewriter.

Cyril opened it and found that there was nothing inside.

"..."

The big boy looked up with the same bewildered expression twice in a row in just 5 minutes.

"The envelope has its own authorization function. If the right person opens it, the magic will take effect automatically. From then on, you can go directly to St. Mungo's office through the fireplace in your office, and vice versa," Snape explained.

"Where is my office?" Cyril finally found a question to ask.

"Next door to me." Snape smirked.

"Pet Room???"

"The other side."

"Can you get through?" Cyril asked without looking back at the wall.

"What do you do?" Snape seemed to have heard a humorous joke.

"I'm your teaching assistant, Professor Snape." Cyril said with a look of reason.

"You don't even bother to walk a few steps? My assistant teacher? I'm beginning to have serious doubts about my suggestion to the Headmaster." Snape exaggeratedly exclaimed.

In the past, even "Little Troll Cyril" knew, don't try any jokes or one-liners with Dean Snape at all, because he himself doesn't like jokes or your smooth tongue, once he finds out that you are talking to him He wastes time playing word games, and he will let you have a long memory, let you experience what authority is, what is the king of snakes, and what is the first of "the scariest teacher at Hogwarts".

But recently Cyril discovered that his "Scary Bat Dean" had changed...

The boy couldn't tell exactly when the change happened.

But when he realized that Snape had cooperated with him in reading the classic Muggle lines, it was a discussion between the two of them about the ingredients of potions.

When the two of them stood in front of the test bench and looked at the daisy root, hesitating whether to add it, Cyril suddenly reflexively said: "Tobe, ornottobe-that is the question."

In the past, Snape would never cooperate with him and respond in any way, and even poured cold water on him to continue the experiment quickly, so as not to waste time.

But when the deep voice uttered the second half of the sentence: "Whether'tis noble in the mind to suffer.", Cyril was so shocked that he almost knocked over the cauldron.

"You also read Muggle Shakespeare's "Hamlet"?!" Cyril asked stutteringly.

"I went to a Muggle community school for two years, Mr. McLean, what's all the fuss about?" Dean Snape said with a flat face.

Since when did that gloomy man who was always dressed in black start to change?

This kind of thing is something you can't grasp even if you think about it deliberately.

Cyril just felt that since the mark was removed, Snape's whole body seemed to have removed the shackles that had been around his neck for a long time, and began to try to accept things in life.

Perhaps removing the marker is a good turning point, where part of the old life ends and part of the new life begins.

……

St. Mungo's Pharmaceutical Research and Development Department is on the right side of the seventh floor. The left side of the entire seventh floor is the Pharmacy Department, and the right side is their place.

The entire right side of the 7th floor is sealed by a glass, and it is one-way glass.

People passing by here to get medicine on the left will only think that this is a mirror. When many wizard ladies and men go in with medicine lists or come out with medicines, they can't help but stop and admire their own appearance in the mirror.

A Ravenclaw senior whose office is closest to the door, the greatest joy is standing on the other side of the glass and watching the passing patients or family members inadvertently arrange their clothes in front of the mirror during the break time. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can see They make strange facial expressions.

For St. Mungo's Hospital, the existence of the R&D Department of Medical Magic Potion is an internal core department of the hospital that is not open to the public.

Therefore, neither the department itself nor the R&D personnel in it need to face patients directly.

Even if it is discovered, the patient has no right to know what is behind the mirror on the right side of the 7th floor.

Cyril and each of them directly entered the work experiment area from the fireplace or the elevator on the other side dedicated to employees.

The entire medical magic potion research and development department looks very different from this traditional, medieval-style wizarding hospital, but more like a high-end research institute of a Muggle.

Today is the 43rd day of Cyril's work as an intern pharmacy researcher. He is already familiar with all the places he should be familiar with, and his work has already been on the right track.

It was 9:[-] in the morning, and the boy changed into a light sky blue lab coat and appeared in the small meeting room.

Every morning at 10 o'clock is a routine meeting.They study different medicines in different regions, mainly to observe the clinical manifestations after the medicines are used, and then improve them.

The meeting established today's group goals, Cyril returned to his position, and began to conduct micro-calculations of the magic factor and some research on pathology.

Before noon, a group of small paper airplanes flew to the desks of everyone in the R&D room, and opened the menu for today.

Cyril ticked off some of the things he wanted to eat, the paper airplane automatically folded back to its original shape, quickly flew into the elevator, and sent the lunch order directly back to the canteen under St. Mungo's.

After an hour, the selected lunch will automatically appear in the lounge waiting for you to pick it up.

In the afternoon, the group often conducts pharmaceutical experiments together, and they leave work on time at 05:30.

Tomorrow is a rest day, and Cyril has other plans, so he politely declined the invitation of several friends in the same group to watch the Irish Quidditch team trials on the weekend.

Last week, a new black-haired girl named Lucy came to their group, and she introduced that she came from an American hospital.

This enthusiastic girl seemed to have a little interest in Cyril, which led to the addition of an "office hobby" for everyone in the whole group except the client, which was to organize various group activities to try to match the two of them as much as possible.

Afternoon tea in Diagon Alley, dinner at a rumored place, stargazing at night camping... Cyril couldn't believe that his colleagues still had the energy to do so much after get off work thing.

Cyril never participated in these activities, and his attitude was very good. It was unbearable to criticize him for being "unsocial", and he didn't take Lucy's matter to heart.

In his opinion, even if this girl is less than 10 meters away from him at work every day, and peeps at him three times an hour on average, she is far less worthy of being recognized than Roland Saint-Pierre, who is still at the French "Magic Plant Research Institute". "beware".

In the past two years, Roland has persevered in sending him a letter or a magic postcard every two months, and sent him blessings as soon as possible on various festivals, even though Cyril has never had anything other than a decent Christmas gift throughout the year. gave no response.

This French elf boy, a descendant of Xinia, insisted on his "love at first sight" in a "subtle" way of boiling a frog in warm water, as if he was about to hang himself on the "crooked neck tree" of Cyril.

Cyril looked at the latest postcard dropped by an owl on the desk - lavender fields in Provence.

Ask yourself, is Roland really bad?no.

In fact, even if Roland did not have the identity of a descendant of Xinia, Cyril still would not choose to be with him.

The reasons for rejecting someone in love are not as clear as those flaws in the potion steps that can be listed on a piece of parchment, sometimes it is a little bit mysterious, it just feels wrong.

What feeling is right, Cyril is hazy and can't tell.

He will be 17 years old in half a month, and he is already equivalent to an adult in the wizarding world.

As a white fox, Cyril has a concept of his destiny partner, but the only concept is that that person is in the UK, and this matter was told by his mother after he had just received the inheritance.

But for so many years, he never took the initiative to look for it. He just buried this matter in a corner of his heart. He didn't deliberately avoid it, but he wasn't very interested either.

In school before, he only wanted to follow behind Headmaster Snape, and become a powerful person like him as soon as possible, to help him do things, and to grow up faster.

After leaving school, he has been adapting to the changes in the environment. He wants to integrate into work as soon as possible, work and live like an adult, assume due responsibilities, and fulfill the obligations that should be paid.

But in the past when he was still young, many thoughts and feelings were superficial, and he never explored anything deeply.

Now it seems that he has reached his age, but he still can't get up the energy to explore. He didn't deliberately maintain such a state, but this state made him very adaptable.

Lin Jiu casually mentioned to him last year, don't pay too much attention to your destined partner, because when that person appears, you will be attracted to him involuntarily, and your eyes will gradually no longer have room for others.This feeling does not need to be taught or instructed, you will know it when you encounter it.

Love and companionship were like little ethereal things, and in Cyril's eyes he was more excited than tomorrow's schedule.

He was going to meet a Hogwarts freshman with Headmaster Snape tomorrow.

Yes, that's what he's going to do tomorrow, to meet the Headmaster he hasn't seen in nearly two months, and to fulfill a duty that really belongs to Hogwarts staff - providing care for Muggle-born or handicapped children. Guidance and help from the school.