Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril took a step after him, turned his head belatedly, and looked at the person standing upright beside him in surprise.

"Severus, here?"

"Here...is my mother Erin Prince...the old house over there."

Snape's Adam's apple slid up and down, his dark eyes looked far away, and he said in a flat tone.

"So all the procedures here have been completed, and it is completely yours?"

"Ah."

"After that... do you want to move here?"

"probably not."

The front garden of the Prince Manor is very small, with a distance of about ten meters from the outside to the gate.

The path was unexpectedly clean, free of weeds, and paved with a layer of natural white stones.There are only two new-looking and small marble flowerbeds on either side, which are planted with common sage - a kind of small purple flower that lives well and does not require excessive care, similar to lavender.

But in any case, these two small flower beds are completely out of place with this exquisite old manor.

It's like putting a two-dollar Hello Kitty sticker on the door of an antique luxury classic car.

"This should have been added later by the Ministry of Magic. It used to be two magic fountains here, where a kind of black magic water lily can be grown. It was mentioned in Irene's diary... probably it was demolished because of non-compliance. .”

As if he knew what Cyril was wondering about, Snape opened his mouth to explain.

Cyril nodded understandingly, but worries immediately surfaced again: "In that manor...?"

"It's not yet the age limit, they can't get in, the manor should be fine." Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

According to the regulations of the British Ministry of Magic, when the last owner of a magic manor dies and no one inherits it, it will be temporarily closed for 50 years. Within 50 years, it will be temporarily kept by the Ministry of Magic. If no qualified heir is found during this period, or if the potential heir is unwilling to accept the manor, then after the 50-year period passes, the magic manor will be fully taken over by the Ministry of Magic. , liquidation and auction.

If the magic manor closes on its own (almost all magic manors will have their owners die, self-protected closed circles), the Ministry of Magic will consider forcing it to open for liquidation and auction.

Both Lucius and Benny, Snape's old friends, had persuaded him more than once to get his inheritance back, so that the rich water would not flow to outsiders.

The legal heir of this manor is his mother, and the mother lost the legal heir after leaving the family. If he doesn't accept it, it will be a waste of money for the moths in the Ministry of Magic.

But at that time, Snape was in a poor physical and mental state on the one hand, more sad than heartbroken, and didn't want anything; A fishbone, he didn't want anyone to take this matter and make malicious speculations and fuss over and over again.

The mother used her life's courage to abandon her family and marry a beloved Muggle. He had no reason to pick up the bones thrown away by her mother like a begging dog.

He knew the thoughts of those old Slytherin nobles too well, pure blood is supreme, blood is everything, his embarrassing mixed-race identity will only bring countless criticisms and ridicule.

Of course, both Lucius and Benny disagreed with the latter reason he listed.

"It's your mother's thing. Even if she doesn't want it, those people have no reason to dictate its destination. What's more, the glory of the Prince family has long been dimmed. With your current status and status, it is more than enough to take over it. You can only Saying that you are carrying it forward has no chance of finding fault with you. So, believe me, my friend. You, a fine Prince descendant, take over the manor, and the portraits in the manor will be moved to tears. "- Lucius said so.

Snape pulled away from his memory, and looked back at the people standing beside him who were carefully observing the building.

He himself finally made up his mind to take over here because of the little giant monster beside him.

Snape attached his palm to the black door with no handle at all, and when Cyril saw that the door was like the door of Gringotts High Vault, which had no key and needed to be opened by the goblin himself, there was a burst of "Glagla" The sound of chains sounded, and the door in front of him slowly opened from both sides.

……

"Severus, there seems to be a sound downstairs..." Cyril suddenly tugged on the sleeve of the wizard next to him.

The two had just visited the living room, dining room and a large and empty reception room on the first floor, and they were about to go upstairs.

"...follow me closely."

Snape obviously heard it too, raised his black wand, and went down the stairs first.

Cyril followed closely behind, and the two went all the way down, only to find that there was a huge kitchen on one side of the ground.The sound came from the kitchen.

"Could it be... a mouse?" Cyril asked on a whim.

Snape glanced back at him, said nothing, but his eyes expressed all the disgust.

"..."

Well, Cyril himself admitted that he asked a stupid question. A manor has been idle for decades, and there is not even much dust. It is enough to show that the magic circle of this magic manor itself is perfect, how can there be mice.

In the huge kitchen, all the cutlery and kitchen utensils are neatly placed where they should be, and the napkins are still as white as ever. Except that there are no vegetables, fruits and food that can be cooked directly, everything seems to be in a state that can be cooked directly.

A faint, high-pitched sound resembling the whimpering of a small animal was particularly obvious in this empty kitchen.

Snape pushed open the wooden door of the pantry on the side of the kitchen, from where the voice came from.

The wizard blocked the little troll from the door, stepped in first, and lit the magic lamp.

Cyril stared closely at the movement of the wizard standing in front of him, and found that he seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, as if the pause button had been pressed, and the boy wanted to see what was inside, but the little boy The door was too narrow, and the wizard was blocked in front of him like a hill, unable to see anything.

Then, as if in slow motion, after an inaudible sigh, the wizard in front of him slowly bent down, hugged something from the ground inside the door, then turned around and walked out.

Cyril looked down at the headmaster's embrace, where lay a...a young house elf.

This house-elf was more lovable than Doudou at Hogwarts, Kreacher at McLean Manor, or Black's old house he had ever seen.

The elf's big amber eyes were wet and open like the prettiest gems, and he was still a newborn pink, with ears glued to the sides of his face and the thumb of one hand stuck in his mouth.The whole size looks about the same size as a normal baby.

At this moment, the young house-elf didn't whimper anymore, and looked at the two human wizards curiously and with misty eyes, pointing fingers.

"This...is this? House elf baby???" Cyril asked dryly, staring at the little guy in Severus' arms.

"A newborn Prince house-elf."

Snape replied in a low voice with a calm face, and then without any explanation, he shoved a whole small one into Cyril's arms.

"???!"

Cyril's hands were propped up in a steady manner, with a frightened expression on his face, why did he hug him? ? ?

"Where are its parents?" Cyril asked, looking at the house elves lying in his arms without crying or fussing, one of them three older, panting in a low voice.

"Didn't your magical beings teacher teach you that... house-elves have family offspring besides male and female?"

Snape patted his sleeves casually, and said lightly, his expression was a little subtle when he said the last sentence.

"Family??? Professor Graplan didn't talk about house-elves." The gray-green almond eyes widened.

"Ah...someone finally came to Prince's house."

A lady's voice came from behind the two of them, and Cyril almost threw the little guy in his arms out.

"Hey, don't be afraid. I'm Grandma Sophie." The words were just like an oil painting hanging on the kitchen wall.

"Su... Ms. Sophie, hello." Cyril held the baby house elf in his arms and stammered slightly to greet the black-haired lady holding a basket of fruit in the oil painting.

"It's so cute, it must not be a Prince. At least not Leo's kid." Sophie giggled.

"..."

Cyril felt unable to accept such words.

"You are finally home."

Fortunately, Sophie didn't care about the silence, and put the basket in her arms on the table in the painting with a smile, and took out a peach from it.

"Try it, the peach tree in the backyard is finally bearing fruit again."

As he spoke, he threw it at the two people on the opposite side of the painting, and then a peach appeared on the cooking table in the kitchen.

Fresh, dewy, fluffy, pink and tender real peaches.

Snape raised his wand reflexively, wanting to attack.

"Relax, little Prince. This is just the space transfer magic of our manor, don't make a fuss. Try it!" Sophie said, sitting at the table and began to eat by herself.

Snape picked up the peaches on the cooking table with a troubled face, then hugged the house elf in Cyril's arms back, and stuffed the peaches to the boy.

"..."

Cyril picked up the peach with a blank expression, rinsed it under the tap numbly, and then took a bite with a blank expression.

The gray-green eyes widened slightly, so sweet...

Then, the next second, Snape had a mouthful of peach flesh in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but it's really delicious." Cyril stuck out his tongue mischievously against the wizard's ferocious stare.

"It's so cute, isn't it? Your little friend, is he an adult yet?" Sophie asked happily after eating a peach.

A dead silence.

Cyril felt that he had bitten his tongue, the sharp pain was accompanied by a sore nose, and tears were about to flow out.This bite was very hard.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The peach rolled from his hand onto the cooking table, and the boy jumped up and down, sticking out his tongue with red eyes.

Snape pinched Cyril's mouth with one hand, and then sprinkled some unknown powder into it. Cyril felt that the hot tip of his tongue instantly became cold, and the pain subsided.

Sophie didn't feel that she had made a slip of the tongue at all, and continued to say with a smile: "I think he is still a few days away from becoming an adult."

"I'm going to be 17 in half a month."

When Cyril reacted, he found that he couldn't help answering Ms. Sophie's question.

"That's coming soon, that's good. There are more new members coming soon... So, Prince Manor has been closed for too long, and now it makes perfect sense for a house-elf to be born. A new owner arrives, the manor comes back to life, Naturally, new elves are born."

Sophie sat at the table dignifiedly, stroking her temple hair, completely oblivious to the fact that this beautiful black-haired lady gnawed off a peach that was bigger than her hand just now.

"I'm sorry, who are you? I didn't ask just now, please forgive our presumptuousness." Snape asked coldly. Of course, it might be more imposing if he ignored the baby-like house-elf in his arms.

"I am the ninth-generation head of the Prince family, Sophie Prince. You can all call me Grandma Sophie. Your grandfather...is the father of little Irene, and is my great-grandson." Sophie introduced seriously road.

Ignoring the stunned expressions of the two, Sophie continued, "So you haven't visited the other members yet? The library on the second floor? The laboratory on the third floor?"

"We haven't gone upstairs yet, and heard this little elf..." Cyril peeked, and the little guy had fallen asleep in Snape's stiff arms.

"Is this elf a boy or a girl?" Cyril asked suddenly.

Snape turned his head to look at the little troll beside him expressionlessly, his black eyes were full of disdain and little resentment for Cyril's question.

"Elves also have genders. How do we name them if we don't know their gender?" Cyril looked back innocently.

"..." Snape turned his head back stiffly.

"He's a boy. Which family are you from?" Sophie replied lovingly with a smile.

"Grandma Sophie, hello, I'm Cyril McLean." Cyril immediately stood at attention, stood up, and announced his home.

"McLean...that's great. His grandfather will be happy to hear that." Sophie clapped her hands happily like a little girl.

……

In the end, Cyril carried the house-elf baby and Severus went upstairs to the legendary member showroom.

In fact, it is a corridor leading directly to the library in the Prince Manor.

"How long are you going to hug?" Snape asked in a low voice while walking ahead without looking back.

"Take it back, it's just an elf here..."

"...then we won't be able to Apparate for a while."

"It's good to walk down, it's beautiful here. Severus, your house is really beautiful." Cyril admired sincerely.

"I like the seaside so much, look here! You can see the sea below from the window, and the sea and the sky form a line in the distance. I used to think that seaside castles and the like were things from Muggle fairy tales, but they really exist."

Cyril involuntarily stopped by a small window and said softly.

Snape walked in front without speaking, but stopped involuntarily, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor gradually disappeared, and the sound of crashing waves and sea breeze was close to their ears, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

The black-haired and black-eyed wizard turned his head slightly, and saw the young man holding the sleeping elf leaning halfway against the white window. The bright sunlight shone on the young man's eyelashes and hair, dyeing his whole body. There was a faint halo, quiet and beautiful like an oil painting.

The wizard's sharp-edged face instantly became soft and gentle, as if a softening spell had been cast on it.Even the corners of the usually straight and deep black eyes drooped a little.

Snape, who was rarely willing to mention his own family, was the first time that someone praised his "family" and felt a kind of irony and pride from the bottom of his heart.

Snape's Adam's apple slid up and down, feeling a little parched for a moment, and finally said dryly: "If you like, you can come here after... holidays."