Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Then please spare a little more time for Severus in the future and bring me here!"

Cyril blinked and said with a smile.

The wizard responded softly, turned around and continued to walk forward.

The two finally arrived at the corridor that Grandma Sophie said was "overcrowded".

Various large and small picture frames and portraits on the walls of the corridor almost squeezed the walls on both sides.

These portraits are different from the ones in Dumbledore's principal's office. They are not sleeping, their eyes are open, they are hale and hearty, and they can't hide their curiosity as they look at the two people who just appeared.

"They all have children." The white-bearded grandfather in one of the golden picture frames said softly to himself.

Cyril felt a two-dimensional "#" on the head of Dean Snape who was walking in front.

"Time to change your glasses Stephen, that's a newborn house-elf."

Another old man with a black beard snorted coldly and complained mercilessly.

"Oh, sorry." The old man with the white beard replied indifferently.

"The gloomy Leo in our family, his grandson looks similar to him." One of the black-haired ladies half-covered her mouth with a small fan and gossiped.

"His partner is very cute, although he looks so small, is he oriental?" Another black-haired lady holding a fan chatted with the same gesture.

It was only then that Cyril discovered that the two ladies were probably twins, and their picture frames were exactly the same, and they were symmetrically placed together.

Cyril and Severus had completely calmed down about the word "companion", they didn't bother to explain, and continued to move forward unaffected.

The two of them walked all the way to the door of the library, when the double portrait at the door suddenly spoke, and one of them, a wizard with a mustache, said, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself to us, kid?"

Snape was silent for a long time, and replied: "Your Majesty, Severus Snape, the new owner of this manor."

"Eileen is your mother."

"Correct."

"Why didn't she come back?" asked the old man in the portrait.

"She...has been dead for a long time."

"It shouldn't be... Her portrait here is empty." The lady next to the mustache replied in surprise.

"They're buried on a hill behind a Muggle church."

"Oh." The two people on the portrait fell silent, and now even the portraits on the wall stopped talking.

"Poor little Irene, poor Leo, he must be very sad." The lady next to the mustache sighed sadly.

"Let's chat with your grandfather after you go in, he hasn't talked to us for many years." The portrait of the man with mustache said softly.

"In order not to talk to us, he asked the house elf to hang his portrait in the library, because he said it was the quietest place." The lady next to her dabbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Okay." Seeing Snape tensed there, Cyril quickly agreed.

"It's so cute. I wish you happiness..." The lady with the handkerchief laughed through her tears.

"Ah, actually we are not..." Cyril explained awkwardly.

"Go in." Snape opened the door first.

Cyril could only hug the house-elf and nodded hurriedly at the portrait, then followed Snape in.

"Actually, I brought you here today to find information about the blessing potion. You also discovered that because of that potion, we have some connections. I think you are about to grow up, we need to find out .” Snape explained while looking around the entire library.

The library has a huge three-storey floor-to-ceiling window facing the sea below the mountain. Standing in front of it feels very spectacular.

Cyril walked along behind Snape, watching him linger before the thousands of books, and then leaned aside, watching the wizard find the information he needed.

Then I didn't know what I touched, and the whole library moved.

Cyril stood up straight in shock and looked around. Snape also turned around at the movement and stared at him.

Cyril looked back blankly, feeling that she was really innocent.

The wall of books in front of the two of them began to change.

After a while of "rumbling", the entire "book wall" facing them was separated from the middle, and then slowly opened to both sides.

A room larger than the library appeared in front of me.

"..."

If it wasn't for holding the house elf in his hands, Cyril would have raised his hands above his head to show Dean Snape, who was looking back, that this place was really none of his business, and he really hadn't done anything.

The room seemed normal at first, it didn't look weird.

The two walked in through the open "bookcase door" and found that the innermost one was a laboratory.

There are also some half-opened notebooks on the experimental table, as well as a complete set of experimental equipment.

There is still a circle of books around the laboratory.

Cyril saw a portrait in the middle of the books at a glance.

The portrait was of a black-haired, bearded, dark-eyed wizard.

The wizard sat there calmly, staring straight at them without speaking, looking extremely fierce.

"Hello?"

Seeing that Severus had no intention of speaking, Cyril had no choice but to speak up first and say hello.

"That kid, is Irene's child?" The portrait responded.

"Yes..." Cyril nodded.

The wizard in the portrait seemed to want to say something, but held back deeply, staring straight at Snape at the figure of the Letter on the table: "Is Irene back?"

"Sorry, Ms. Prince has passed away."

"Ah." The portrait fell silent again.

"That Muggle man treated her badly, didn't he?" the portrait asked softly after a while.

Cyril glanced at Severus who was unaffected by this while reading the Codex.

It's definitely not that Severus didn't hear, he just turned a deaf ear to the conversation.

"I don't know. I'm sorry." Cyril lowered his head, thinking of the memories of Dean Snape's childhood that he had seen, feeling a little sad.

"Well, who are you from that kid?" The portrait asked in a different direction.

Thank goodness he didn't say, "You look a little young for his partner."

"Student, apprentice and friend."

"Ah."

One person, one portrait fell silent again, and Cyril found that chatting with this gentleman——Leo, the grandfather of Headmaster Snape, it was easy to kill him with a few words.

The portrait probably hasn't spoken for a long time. Although I'm curious, I'm too embarrassed to ask.After a while, Leo finally seemed to have made up his mind. After struggling for a long time, he asked again: "Why did he suddenly figure it out? He looks very similar to Irene, and he is extremely stubborn."

"I'm here to find some supplements for Prince's powerful potion. Do you have any impression of this handbook?" Snape suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Oh." Leo in the portrait seemed to be startled suddenly by the "grandson"'s question, and fell silent instantly, with a serious expression on his face.

Cyril looked here and there, and curiously began to watch how the grandparents and grandchildren got along.

"Your name is Severus?" The portrait was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Ah."

"Ah." Leo in the portrait was silent again. Cyril found that it was more difficult for these two grandparents who were really similar to squeeze toothpaste than to squeeze toothpaste. He watched anxiously.

The portrait Leo added on his own: "When Irene was young, I said that if the next generation of Prince is a boy, it will be called Severus."

The tone of the portrait is light.

Snape didn't respond, he seemed at a loss and didn't know how to respond.

"How...how was she doing before?"

The portrait looked up a little anxiously and asked.

Cyril found that Leo's two thick black eyebrows were naturally drooping, and he had a sad face without any expression.

"...not very well." Snape replied with difficulty.

"It can be expected that the worse the life is, the less he dares to come back..." Leo said in a low mood, his face became more sad, and then he sat in the chair of the portrait, motionless and bowed his head in thought.

"..." Snape didn't speak any more, looking at the notebook in his hand in a daze.

Cyril cosplays a vase the whole time, and stands quietly to the side, watching the exchange between the grandparents and grandchildren.

After about a while, the inarticulate portrait raised his head and spoke with some difficulty: "What did you just say you wanted to ask?"

"Information about Prince's powerful potion, about the blessing potion." Snape pulled away from his emotions and asked rationally.

"Oh, I know. My grandmother made that potion. The book was taken away by your mother. Since you know the potion, it should be in your hands. As for other data, it's in the room behind me Part of it," said Leo in the portrait.

Snape stepped forward, looking at the grandfather in front of him, the atmosphere was a little gloomy for a moment.

"Your eyes are very similar to your mother." The portrait suddenly said.

"...she...she mentioned you to me," Snape said slowly.

The wizard in the portrait stared straight at the grandson in front of him without speaking, his black eyes were full of emotions that Cyril could not understand.

"When I was a kid, she said, she had a temper like yours. Said...she missed a marshmallow she made at home when she was a kid, and the marshmallow was blue, like the sea and sky in Brighton... "

Leo's eyes were downcast and dimmed in the portrait, and for a moment Cyril thought the two dark-haired wizards, who looked alike in some ways, were about to cry.

But portraits don't shed tears, and neither does Severus.

"Use your mother's cauldron pendant, insert it into that groove, and you will be able to go in." After a while, Leo in the portrait spoke with difficulty.

Snape's hand on the frame slowly tightened, and then he lowered his head.

"It seems that there is no news about the blessing potion." The black-haired potion master laughed at himself.

"Severus?" Cyril approached the wizard worriedly, nudging his arm lightly with his elbow.

"That pendant is gone," Snape murmured.

"Oh..." Leo sighed with sadness and joy.

"That pendant is the only one. It was left by the ancestors of the elves." Leo didn't have any special emotions because of the loss of important things, but just stated lightly.

Cyril was next to Severus, feeling the wizard's frustration and loss.He pretended to be happy and said, "I think potions are positive, and our connection is positive. Sometimes you don't need to get to the bottom of things. I like our connection very much."

Snape looked down at the optimistic looking boy who was hugging the house-elf.

A minute later, the wizard held the boy's shoulders with both hands, and obsidian's eyes looked right at the gentle and happy gray-green eyes.

He said word by word: "You have to understand, Cyril. This is a connection between two people. I don't know how strong this connection will be in the end. In the future... you will have your own life, You can't stay by my side forever, one day... you're going to get tired of this connection, it might affect your life, I don't even know if I get hurt or if it will drag you down."

"Then I'll follow you all the time. For me... you better not get hurt." Cyril stared into Severus' eyes and said the same word for word.

"This isn't a kid's house wine. How old are you, and you promise to spend the rest of your life?" Snape said dryly, pulling the corners of his mouth.

"I'm 16 years old, and I'll be 14 in 17 days. I will be an adult soon. I used to be your student, but in the future, I will be your teaching assistant. If I don't follow you, who will I follow?" Cyril said softly Ask back.

Snape silently looked at the determined young man in front of him, slowly shifted his gaze, and said in a low voice: "I will find a way. Don't worry, there will always be a way to find the pendant or open this door. It's just a matter of time..."

The wizard's tone was low, more like talking to himself.

Cyril looked at Severus' back with complicated eyes, and murmured, "About this, I've never worried about it."

……

In the end, the two came out of Prince Manor, Snape handed a small cauldron to Cyril, and then took some potions books he was interested in, and the two brought a young The finger-eating house-elf returns to Spider's End.

Snape and Dumbledore directly borrowed the house-elf Beanie to help care for the young house-elf baby.

Doudou saw the little guy in Cyril's arms, the whole elf was healed and melted, and Doudou, who was overflowing with maternal love, had big eyes and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Little, does he have a name?"

Cyril looked at Severus who was processing the letterhead, and the wizard raised his chin without raising his head, as a gesture of casualness.

"His name is Dorji. It means a lot of auspiciousness." Cyril replied with a smile.

"Can I trouble you to take care of Dorje for me?"

"It's Doudou's honor! In fact, Dorje will grow up very quickly, and when he becomes an adult, he will become a very capable elf." Doudou replied suppressing his excitement.

……

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and as Doudou said, Duoji grew up very fast, and he could walk on the ground in less than a week. He was very naughty at the beginning, like a small animal that was not an adult, and he was full of enthusiasm for the whole world. Curious, Cyril was often worried that Severus, the potions professor, would boil the troublesome elf into a pot of potion in a fit of anger.

Surprisingly, the potion master is very busy every day, and he doesn't care about the occasional naughtiness of the house elf Dorje. Or Cyril, who is always learning how to cook, ask him to show up quickly and take away this troublesome spirit.

Snape was studying the magic circle recently, and he was obviously worried about not getting the relevant information about the blessing potion, and he always thought of some way to avoid the pendant and open the hidden door.

The day before Cyril's birthday, the boy and Snape received their birthday invitation letter, saying that their adult birthday would be held at the house on Shantang Street, and they were invited to go back by the fireplace that morning.

Grandpa even sent a special Qiankun bag that can hold living things, and asked him to bring the minibus and Ping An along with him.

The euphemistic name is: "On birthdays, the whole family should be neat and tidy."

The two agreed to leave early the next morning, and both went back to their rooms early to sleep.

……

On the morning of July 1991, 7, Cyril woke up to the sound of owls beating on the window.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw gifts piled up at the foot of the bed.

Doudou, the house elf, had already helped him pack some of the presents from the owls and piled them aside, and several owls were wandering around the windows of the small building in Spider's End.

Putting all the owls in, the boy saw a scroll-like parchment tied with a silver-green ribbon in the center of the desk.