Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Okay, go get changed, I'm going to change my shirt too, you little crying troll."

Snape gently pushed the boy away from his arms.

Cyril returned rationally, looked at the wrinkled and wet-stained white shirt on Severus, and felt a little shy for a while.

The white fox boy wiped his face, picked up the "culprit" document from the ground, put on his slippers and hurried back to his room.

Thinking about getting up early in the morning, wiping all the snot and tears onto Dean Snape's straight white shirt without brushing his teeth, washing his face, or changing his clothes, Cyril felt very embarrassed.

Who would have thought that on the first day of adulthood at the age of 17, the first thing I did was hug the waist of my dean and cry a bag...

……

No matter how embarrassing it was before, the two finally settled down.

The two people who had changed their clothes brought their families with them—the minibus coiled up, Ping An holding the tip of the minibus' tail, Duoji who was excited about having a new tea towel, and Doudou, who took care of Dorji all the time, came back from the fireplace. Arrived at the old house on Shantang Street.

……

The old house on Shantang Street was full of people at the moment, and the whole house was decorated in a lively style that mixed Chinese New Year and Christmas.

There are streamers hanging from the quaint copper chandeliers; balloons full of tiny butterflies are posted on the walls; plush bears in Slytherin and St.

Cyril only felt a blur in front of his eyes, the decoration of the whole room was so complicated that people couldn't find the point, but it was surprisingly harmonious.

Mess to a certain extent, style without style is also a style - a quote from my father Benny.

Mr. Lin, who insisted that his grandson would come out first, sprayed a custom-made magic latte art mail order from the United States on Snape's head and face.

"Oh! My conditioned black hair will be my grandson..."

Mr. Lin waved his hand nonchalantly, then pulled the other latte away and sprayed it on Cyril's face.

Xi Ruier suddenly remembered the wedding video of his parents that his grandfather had shown him. It seemed that his father and mother were also covered in colorful shreds of paper as soon as they went out.

Put away the terrible brain holes...

Cyril hurried up and pulled off the colorful ribbons for the dean first.

Snape blocked it with his hand, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and used one to clean it up.

"Next time use the spell directly! You can use the wand now, Mr. McLean." The black-haired wizard said.

"Oh, conditioned reflex, in fact, cleaning up the body..."

The word "not good" was swallowed by the big boy under the dean's ferocious gaze.

Ivan took the lead in hugging his brother's leg. The little boy grew up very fast, and he had already reached Cyril's thigh when he stood upright.

"Brother, happy birthday!"

Cyril was in control for a second, hugged the little bun Ivan, kissed each of his milk pudding-like faces, and then gladly accepted the birthday present from his brother, which was a children's painting in a wooden frame.

"Ivan, you are awesome! Can you tell me about the painting?" Cyril hugged his brother in one hand and the picture frame in the other, asking teasingly.

"Everyone we like. This is father, mother, grandparents, grandparents, thirty thirty, Professor Hei..."

"Pfft."

After hearing the word "Professor Black", Xi Ruier successfully broke the merits, and kissed his younger brother again.

"I'm going to hang it up, over my bed. I really like it, thank you."

Ivan twisted away from Cyril, and then looked at his brother seriously.

"Dad said I could go to Hogwarts at the age of 11, is that true?"

"yes dear."

"Then, when that time comes, are you still there?"

"Yes, I will wait for you to make mischief together with...Professor Hei."

Cyril scratched Ivan's little nose, and Ivan was still a baby, and immediately ran away with a shrill smile, cheering to the white-haired man in the yard as he ran: "Sassa, I will go to Hoag when I am 11 years old." Woz, you will go too when the time comes, okay?"

The white-haired man lowered his body slightly, opened his arms to catch the small cannonball rushing towards his arms, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a smile.

There is a long braid under the back of Ivan's head, which is specially left lanugo hair.

At this moment, the little braid was swinging back and forth in the wind, and a small red string was attached to the end. A small silver bell of invisible material was hung on the small red string. It bumped up and down as he walked, but made no sound.

"That is……"

Xi Ruier narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Jiu's mother next to him with a puzzled expression.

"Bai Ze's bell."

Lin Jiu knew exactly what her son was going to ask, so she answered casually.

"Bai Ze gave Ivan the bell?" Cyril raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, your father doesn't know how sad it will be." Lin Jiu blinked.

"cough."

Cyril didn't know for a moment whether he understood his mother's meaning correctly, so he didn't dare to answer the words easily.

"Come on, here's something for you."

Lin Jiu turned around and dragged her eldest son, who was already a lot taller than herself, directly upstairs.

"Wait, I'll let the group of little animals out first."

Xi Ruier hurriedly remembered that there were still four living creatures in the Qiankun bag that his grandfather gave him, and quickly found an open space to open it.

After the minibus and Ping An came out, they quickly found their own stronghold, got entangled again, and stayed in the corner of the living room COS a huge post-modern art colorful sculpture.

When Doudou came out of the bag with the sleeping Dorji in her arms, the biscuit, which was often missing, appeared almost immediately.

Elf Biscuit was directly sent to Su City by Edward and Vera to take care of their young master and young master, and lived a Chinese-style pastoral life that was similar to that of a British housekeeper after retirement.

Accepting the impact of multiculturalism every day, I have already replaced the tea towel with "McLean" printed on it, and put on a silk ingot vest.

The elves are always extra tolerant and doting on their cubs. Even the "crunchy" biscuits are tempered and soft, and they quickly take Doudou to their nest to discuss the future of the next generation of house elves. Education issues.

Snape was sitting at the side of the living room chatting with Benny. The two had a glass of foreign wine in their hands, and the atmosphere looked good.

Shantang Street is still the same Shantang Street.

……

Xi Ruier followed Lin Jiu all the way up and walked into the parents' bedroom.

In the next second, the 1.8-meter-old boy suddenly turned into a fox and jumped onto the soft and warm big bed of his parents.

The white fox has grown up a bit, and has evolved from the previous state of being cute and soft to a faint, adult male beast.

Of course, the momentum could not be maintained for three seconds. The elongated fox scratched and pulled his paws on the silk bedcover of his parents several times, hooking up several strands, and then changed his posture guilty, with his belly turned sideways and his four claws retracted. He stretched the long one by himself, and "transformed" it into a scarf with the big tail.

Lin Jiu sat on his makeup stool, amusedly watching his eldest son dangle in front of him in a beastly state.

Cyril tossed back and forth several times, probably finally felt relieved, stretched a long waist, and then relaxed into a ball.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Lin Jiu took out a small embroidered purse made of silk from a vanity box, bit it in his mouth, transformed himself into a big and graceful fox, jumped to his son's side in a few steps, and used the same posture to hold himself Group into a ball.

"Here. Here."

The small purse was thrown in front of her eyes.Cyril raised his front paws slightly, pressed the purse in front of him, turned around, sniffed again, raised his furry face and asked, "What is this?"

"Your destiny partner." Lin Jiu replied calmly, licking her paws.

In the next second, the little purse was sent flying by Cyril's tail.

Lin Jiu flew up and took the purse back.

"What are you throwing? My wife doesn't want it anymore?"

Cyril directly covered his hairy face with his tail, expressing his protest with silence.

Lin Jiu pushed the purse over again, and pressed his son's hairy ears with his front paws.

"You really don't want your destiny partner anymore?"

"Hmm." Cyril said sullenly.

Unexpectedly, just crying with Severus this morning, he was mentioned as a destiny partner.

Severus' words came true, and now he had to face the guy who didn't know where he was squatting in England.

"Is there someone you like? It shouldn't be... Didn't your father say that you didn't fall in love at school?" Lin Jiu's fox eyes narrowed a sly arc, and asked slowly.

"Grandpa said that a good man should put his career first. If he doesn't start a career, how can he start a family? You take this purse, I don't want it."

Cyril Great White Fox flicked his tail, kicked the purse with his hind paws in a muffled voice, and pushed it in front of his mother.

Lin Jiu stared at the purse that was pushed in front of her again, the light in her eyes flashed, and she forced herself to lick the white hair on the top of her son's head fiercely.

Cyril wanted to struggle, but it was too comfortable to be licked on the head, and he relaxed into a puddle of ooze.

Since I was three years old, my father never let my mother lick me anymore!Think Daddy Benny can be really annoying sometimes!

"Yo Yo Yo! My furball has grown up and is so ambitious. Then tell your mother, what kind of career do you want to establish?"

Cyril automatically ignored the nickname "Furball", which was also never called after the age of three, and whispered for a long time, "Mom, you know. I have admired Dean Snape since I was a child, I want to be as powerful as him, a potion master or something. I've already achieved a third of it."

The gray-green eyes on the white fox's face were shining, Lin Jiu squinted his black eyes, stared at his "silly white sweet" son, and laughed: "Pfft! What do you mean by one third of the success?"

"I'm already a trainee pharmacist."

Lin Jiu was stunned to see the determination and self-confidence from his son's fox face, and was almost bluffed.

"so what?"

"The next step is the official pharmacist, the last step is the master pharmacist." Cyril replied with a deep face.

"..." Lin Jiu felt that there was nothing wrong with it.Can't refute.

"Wait, then you can be your pharmacist, what's going on when you go back to Hogwarts?" Lin Jiu returned rationally and asked suspiciously.

"I like Hogwarts. Mom."

"Your father likes it too, and your grandfather likes it too. Your principal said that no one doesn't like it, but not all the wizarding world has graduated and stayed in school as a teacher." Lin Jiu was unmoved.

"Well, actually I don't know how to explain it, I really want to follow Dean Snape..."

Cyril hung her head on her front paws, and answered in a low voice with some resentment.

"Do you... like Snape? Like?"

Lin Jiu also lay low and asked in a low voice, keeping her eyes on her silly son, not wanting to miss any of his expressions.

Cyril flicked her tail, without showing any particular emotion, and seemed to have no emotions in her heart about the question asked by her mother.

"Mom, what do you think is liking?"

"I'm like your father. Well, your grandpa and grandma are like that, and so are your grandparents."

Lin Jiu strode fox-trot back and forth twice on the bed, and said slowly.

"Then do you think I like the dean... Severus?" Cyril asked lazily.

Lin Jiu's face approached quickly, the two foxes were almost pointing their noses to each other, and Cyril felt that she was almost looked at cross-eyed.

"What do you think?" Lin Jiu stared at her fur ball for a long time and asked.

"Is it almost the same? I can't imagine that I left him for many years, and then I didn't contact him. I did something by myself, and then he didn't contact me. We didn't talk, and we weren't together."

Cyril's voice still revealed frustration, and when he talked about not talking or contacting, even the hair on the tip of his tail lost its luster.

"Then what do you think he treats you?" Lin Jiu continued to ask.

"He...?" The white fox grinned unconsciously to both sides.

"He is really kind to me." Cyril raised his head, his big gray-green eyes narrowed into two gentle arcs.

"What's the best way?"

Lin Jiu stretched her neck curiously, and then retreated silently before Cyril found out, pretending not to be very interested in chatting.

"That is, try your best to keep me safe, give me everything, help me with many things, as long as I want, even if he doesn't want to, he will be patient... like this." Baihu stared at one point casually, slowly Answered vigorously.

Lin Jiu drooped her head, flicked her beautiful tail nonchalantly, and said "cut".

"Sounds like what your dad did. Maybe he only sees you as a godson..."

"..."

Cyril opened his mouth, feeling that his mother had already talked to death this day.

The white fox got down instantly, spread himself out into a fox fur blanket, closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead.

"Hey! Don't sleep yet, I heard from your father that your dean has a first love."

Lin Jiu began to paw at the fox fur blanket beside him persistently with her paws.

"Ahhh... yes. That lady has passed away."

The fox fur blanket opened its mouth and hummed, and covered its head with its fur tail irritably.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that won't work." Lin Jiu squatted down and sat down.

"Why can't it work?!"

"Fox Fur Blanket" quickly puffed up, sat up straight and glared.

"Bai Yueguang, it's still Bai Yueguang who passed away. Give up, son. According to that TV series, the living can't compete... Mmmm. You know what I'm trying to say."

Lin Jiu touched his son's pointed face with the fox's tail sympathetically.

"But! Before! Severus clearly said that he had let go!"

The white fox blew up the hair on its neck and turned into a white hedgehog.

"He told you clearly? Then you learn from me, what did he say?" Lin Jiu tried to show his calm and generous attitude.

"……He said……"

Cyril's eyes widened at first, as if trying to remember, and then slowly drooped from the ears to the round eyes.

——"I know she wants me to look forward, and I understand what she means, but I think this is impossible for me..."

——"But... Who can explain things like life clearly?"

These were the exact words of Severus after the pocket watch incident.

Although the environment at the time made me understand what he meant, it seemed too far-fetched to answer my mother's question with such words...

"That's right, silly son. If you are sure that you like him, but he doesn't like you, it would be miserable..."

Lin Jiu looked at her silly son wrongly.

Cyril turned into a fox fur blanket again.

"So, why don't you go and find your destiny mate?"

Lin Jiu pushed the purse to the tip of Cyril's nose.Dutifully like a Destiny Mate salesman.

Cyril closed her eyes and continued to play dead, the tip of her nose was itchy from the fabric on her purse, and she couldn't help twitching.

Probably his heart and eyes are all about his own Severus, and Cyril feels that everything he smells now is the cold potion smell from Severus.Even this nasty purse smells like that.