Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril finally went downstairs in the form of a fox, and his mother forcibly hung a small purse around his neck, probably because the white fur on his neck was very thick, and the purse was folded in layers of fur. Not too conspicuous.

Lin Jiu asked him to carry his purse with him first, so whether he can find his destiny partner or not is not a problem.

But tell him, if one day, he really intends to spend the rest of his life like this with his dean, and the dean also made it clear that his feelings for Cyril himself are what they expected, so he will open his purse.

Lin Jiu specially made up a reason for this: "It is said that the destiny partner can not abide by it. After all, after going around for so many years, anything can happen. The forest is big, and there are all kinds of foxes, right!

But you must find the person who truly loves you, and you must be him, and the two will meet for a lifetime.But you must remember that your relationship must be deep, deep enough to think that those rules and regulations and those predestined fates are nothing but illusions, and firmly believe that you can stay together for a lifetime.At that time, open the purse and take out the token, and the bond of the destiny partner will be broken.But if the feelings are not deep... you opened it, heh..."

Lin Jiu didn't finish speaking, and sneered to herself.

"If you are not confident in your relationship, once you open it and see the token of your destined partner, then wait to fall in love with your destined partner irresistibly. My little furball, I should call you now—big furball."

After Lin Jiu finished speaking, she squatted dignifiedly and watched her son leave with a stinky face and a small purse twisting his white buttocks.

After a while, another beautiful big white fox gracefully jumped down from the window sill, and it was the voice of grandma Bai Zhi: "Is that how you dismissed our little Xirui? Deciphering the Destiny Companion, you shouldn't have gone to Beijing Normal University to study chemistry, you just You should study literary creation."

"Didn't he believe it too?" Lin Jiu flicked his big fluffy tail nonchalantly.

"When he finds out..."

Bai Zhi sat down lovingly, her black eyes were full of tenderness and smiles.

"Is our little furball kidnapped so easily? It's been so many years, just watching my furball rushing forward with sullen head. Hmph, when you are older, you should have older dedication and responsibility. Just our little furball is entangled. what happened."

Lin Jiu raised a snow-white front paw, and licked it charmingly, with a naughty and arrogant tone.

"It's true... Our little furball has been thinking about him every day since he went to England. He is the head of the professor and the head of the dean. It's time to see how he behaves."

Bai Zhi got up and hugged the white fox daughter in front of her, lovingly licking her hairy ears twice.

"Why are you the mother of two children, and the hair on your ears is still so messy..."

……

Here, Cyril, who was foolishly keeping his promise and carrying a purse, was completely unaware of the conversation upstairs.

Has briefly abandoned troubles into the arms of the birthday party.

The birthday party was a bit dull at the beginning, but the rest of the time was wonderful. Cyril held a magic wand to coax Ivan to play, and Ivan's admiration for his elder brother was even more surging.

In the end, Grandpa Edward and Grandma Vera regretted not being able to catch up with their grandson's coming-of-age birthday party, and they specially sent messages using the communication talisman paper provided by Mr. Lin.

The old couple said that they found two huge snakes in Albania, one of which died for unknown reasons, they only saw the snake's body, and the other escaped.

The two snakes are very special, and they will find an opportunity to tell you about them in detail. Now they are tracking another big snake.

Therefore, the plan to go back to celebrate the grandson's birthday was delayed, and the gift could only be made up later.

Xi Ruier fully understood this, and also told the old man to pay attention to safety.

In the end, the white fox boy was poured down by his grandfather's two-liang Moutai. The grandfather euphemistically said: "You should drink when you are an adult, practice your drinking capacity, and save yourself from going out."

Then he took out the bottle of 18-year-old Moutai that he had treasured, and turned his grandson, who had just turned back into a human form, into a drunk fox again.

He didn't know how Cyril returned to Spider's End. When he woke up the next day, he found himself curled up on the bed like a fox.

The aftermath of a hangover is dizziness, and he doesn't want to do anything. Cyril maintains the shape of a fox and coils himself in a circle of white fur balls, and doesn't want to get up at all.

Cyril didn't have the energy to get out of bed when the door knocked and opened the door.

Snape pushed the door in by himself.

The wizard didn't wear a shirt and trousers at home today, probably because he didn't go out or wanted to relax. Anyway, Cyril looked up and found Severus, who was wrapped in a dressing gown outside his pajamas, standing at the door holding a glass of sober potion, Also very surprised.

The wizard pushed open the door, walked to the bed, and picked up the limp and boneless fox from the bed with both hands. The white fox was so soft that it was dragged into a long strip of white fox fur as soon as it was picked up. The tongue is half exposed at the mouth.

Snape sneered, "What's your expression?"

The white fox withdrew half of its tongue, moaning, "Headache."

Sitting the white fox on his lap, he handed a cup of honey-colored potion with a very ghostly taste to his mouth.

"This story tells us that Mr. McLean's drinking capacity is extremely poor, so he should drink fruit juice obediently in the future! Quick hangover decoction, there is no time to make a pseudoflavor, just to let you have a long memory."

The white fox hooked its two front paws on the wizard's dressing gown, choking on the unpleasant smell and sneezing.

……

Even though the white fox boy drank the hangover decoction, his head was dizzy all morning, and he barely recovered when he sat at the dining table and had lunch at noon.

Cyril held the glass in his hand, looked at the wizard who was still wearing home clothes, thought of something again, and unconsciously touched the thin rope around his neck with his left hand.

Snape raised his eyes, put down his knife and fork and picked up the juice at hand (Cyril forced Doudou to replace the black tea with juice), glanced at his neck casually, without speaking.

"Drink more honey water to help the hangover decoction absorb. And..."

Severus folded his arms to watch the boy sip the honey water in his hand, and then said slowly, "Next week, you spare a day and we go pick up a... new student." Snape swallowed Juice said coldly.

"Huh? Freshmen???" Cyril raised his head and blinked.

"Aren't you determined to pick up new students?" Snape raised his eyes.

"Ah, yes. Who shall we pick up?" Cyril hurriedly drank the honey water in his hand and lifted his spirits.

"I don't know for now, Dumbledore will send the student information one day in advance."

Snape curled his lips in disgust.

Cyril suddenly thought of little Harry who had sent him a handmade cake last month, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

Little Harry will be entering school this year, and they have not lost communication in the past two years. This blue-eyed savior has grown up rapidly.In addition to books on the history of magic, Cyril will send a copy of some enlightenment books about basic magic knowledge to little Harry.

The little boy unexpectedly adapted well to his identity as a wizard, and would occasionally ask questions that he didn't understand in the letter.

A while ago, Xiaoha said that he was going to the United States with his big friend Kuaiyin, apparently to meet Kuaiyin's father.

Should be back soon.

Well, in this case, little Harry's birthday is coming soon, so we need to prepare a decent birthday present for him.

What could be more important than an 11th birthday?

"You're going to stick a fork in your nostril if you don't eat seriously." Severus' voice came from the opposite side.

Cyril froze for a moment.

A more difficult matter popped up in his mind - it seemed that Severus didn't know that he and Xiao Hu knew each other...

When school starts...

Ah... a piece of sausage fell from Cyril's fork, and "slapped" onto the table.

Snape raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Well, Severus. There's something I want to talk to you about."

Cyril sniffled, put the fork back where it was, and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Hmph." The black-haired black-eyed wizard on the opposite side slowly picked up a small tomato, stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly, and let out a snort, which means he heard it.

The white fox boy rubbed his temple, which seemed to be less painful, and said carefully: "You must first make sure that you are not angry."

Snape also put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the napkin, wiped his hands in a leisurely manner, leaned his back straight, and then said softly: "Mr. McLean, after you finish this sentence, In fact, I already faintly feel that I am a little angry."

Two lines of lasagna tears flowed from Cyril's heart, lo and behold, before he did anything, he became "Mr. McLean".

"Then... why don't we talk about it after dinner?"

Cyril put away "the toes that were tentatively on the edge of the spanking", picked up the knife and fork again, with an expression of "very hungry, I really want to eat everything on the table".

In the next second, the white fox boy felt his head being forced to lift up—and it was like a cold hand was holding his chin.

Cyril was forced to lift his chin and look at Severus who was holding back his hand, and the two stared at each other silently, speechless for a while.

"I promise not to spank you, go ahead." Snape sighed gently.

Cyril was too ashamed of the word "spanking", the back of his ears turned red, and then he glanced at the person opposite him nervously.

Snape folded his arms, his eyes more subtle.

"Well... just do you still remember, when I participated in the five-school league competition, the second event..." The white fox boy swallowed, obviously very nervous.

Snape turned his face slightly, looked suspiciously at the boy's embarrassment with one eye, and for a moment he himself was a little uncertain whether he could control his temper.

At the moment just now, he thought Cyril would say something trivial, like messing up a pot of potion, or causing a small accident.In short, they were all small things that in his opinion maybe the boy would worry about, but not enough to worry about.

He actually wanted to tease Cyril on purpose.

I don't know when he started, but he found himself becoming "bored". He especially likes to watch the little monsters around him change their faces, feel wronged, feel uneasy, stare at the big ignorant gray-green eyes, or have a sly smile. It made his heart itch like a cat scratching.

but……

Why did Cyril bring up the five-school league game? ? ?

The black-haired, black-eyed wizard has always had mixed feelings about the five-school league competition.

The reason is very simple, there are two people in it that make him want to complain and throw them into the Pacific Ocean to feed the magic big mouth sharks——————— Saint Pierre, the French wolf with a big tail, and Sherlock Holmes, the troublesome Muggle detective.

Then Cyril saw the face of the dean of his family, and he collapsed visibly to the naked eye.

The boy closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive, and poured another glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for Dean Snape.

Snape stretched out his hand to block the juice jug, raised his chin with a noble and cold face, and asked him to continue talking, don't do these things for now.

"Gudong."

Xi Ruier swallowed the glass of juice in front of him in one gulp, as if drinking a glass of 82-year-old Baigan.

"The wizard child I met during the period who can do magic and whose parents have died. You may also know it."

Snape's ferocious expression went blank for a second. He had decided to teach Cyril an unforgettable little lesson if he dared to mention a single word of the name "Roland Saint-Pierre".

And now Snape said that his mood was a little overwhelmed by the little troll.

Cyril was still talking to himself: "No, to be precise, you must know that boy.

Let me declare in advance that it was really a coincidence at the time, and I only found out after the fact.

In fact, it really has nothing to do with me, just looking at him is really a bit pitiful, I... and I didn't tell him anything about our place, about him and his parents, I just gave him some basic magic An introductory theory book and some brief introductions to the wizarding world.Please rest assured on this point, I can tell which is more important.I didn't mention a single word I shouldn't have said.

Because he is always being bullied, he is prone to magic riots... You also know how dangerous it is for a little wizard to always have frequent magic riots...I can't...if you..."

"Cyril."

"if you……"

"Cyril."

"You must not..."

"Mr. McLean!"

Finally Snape couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the boy's rapid-fire speech with a loud voice.

Snape actually wanted to laugh for a while now.

Six years ago, when he sat behind his desk and watched Cyril struggling to recite "gillyweed" (gillyweed - his password at the time) letter by letter, he never thought that this boy could use a The speed of English speaking is comparable to that of a rapper, and he speaks a lot of words, so that he has no way to interrupt and can only win by volume.

Cyril closed her mouth tightly, her gray-green eyes were full of fear and apprehension like a small animal.

"Okay, stop talking, I get it." Snape couldn't stand the little troll at all.

"That boy..."

"I understand, Cyril. That child...is her child."

Snape picked up the juice on the table again, took a sip, and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

No shouting, no flipping the table, no spanking.

Snape's reaction was flat, and he didn't look like he was about to explode.

After a while, maybe only two or three minutes, Snape said slowly under Cyril's gaze: "It's actually pretty good, I've never been very good at interacting with people... especially children. Help If I take more care of that child, Lily will probably be happy too."