Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril slowly lowered his slightly raised arm, and looked at the man who was talking with his eyes right and wrong, as if to confirm whether he was talking ironically.

"In the future, on that boy's side, please help me to worry more."

Snape added another sentence, as if he was afraid that Cyril's shock wasn't enough.

"..."

The white fox boy opened his mouth, feeling that his mind was a little lost.

The two continued to eat, and after five or six minutes, Cyril finally couldn't hold back, hesitated for a long time and said: "Severus, I thought..."

"You think I'm going to throw a tantrum?"

Snape raised his eyes lightly and asked back.

"Um... yes. After all, the boy..."

"He's just Lily's child. As his mother's friend and...the perpetrator of the tragedy, I should have paid more attention to him...it's just my character..."

Snape pursed his lips, but did not continue.

"No, no, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about me. I feel that my behavior is very unreasonable."

Snape raised his head completely, his obsidian eyes fixed on Cyril, as if he was thinking about something important.

There was the sound of a chair being dragged from the opposite side, and then Cyril felt his eyes go dark, and the wizard squatted directly opposite him.

Snape supported the dining table with one hand, and supported the back of Cyril's chair with the other, wrapping Cyril completely in front of him.

It was a novel pose and perspective for both of them.

For the first time, Cyril sat on the chair, staring at the man under his nose from the perspective of being looked up by Severus.

The two were so close that the boy could even feel his breath blowing a strand of hair beside the man's face.

"Cyril. Look at me."

The white fox boy heard Severus say this.

Snape looked into the gray-green eyes of the boy in front of him, and after a short sentence, he lost his voice.

Snape always felt that in this world, probably only these eyes could see his soul.

Looking at these eyes, he could feel the trembling from his own soul.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard gathered himself together and spoke slowly. He felt that there were some things that he would not say now, let alone say later.

"Boy. You, to me, are more important than anyone else. Don't doubt your own place, and don't think anyone else will let me do anything to you for any reason. I don't know if you understand what I'm saying This passage."

Cyril stared, opened her mouth slightly, and shook her head ignorantly.

Snape bowed his head, sighed, and slipped his hands from the supporting table and chair back to Cyril's hands in his lap, and took them.

It was a pair of pale big hands with protruding blood vessels that could be seen holding a pair of thinner hands.

Cyril lowered his head, stared at the hand he was holding, blinked his eyes, and still didn't speak.

"look at me."

Cyril felt Severus' voice close to his ears, and gray-green eyes met dark eyes.

"Syril. I support any decision you make, as long as it doesn't hurt yourself."

Snape told the boy word for word.

The two fell silent again.

After a few unbearable seconds...

"Severus, I'm afraid that sometimes my behavior, very childish, will hurt your feelings."

The white fox boy's tone was a little frustrated.

"Not really, boy. I actually found out..."

Snape paused at this point, thought of something, lowered his head and smiled slightly.

The smile wasn't Severus Snape's usual sneer or mouth-twitching smirk.

It was a very soft smile.

The wizard's smile was fleeting, and he continued: "In fact, I found that when you do things that make you happy, many times, I will also feel better. This may... sounds silly, But I think that's how I feel the most."

After finishing speaking, the wizard closed his mouth tightly, and then drew his thin lips into a line.

When he saw Cyril's big sparkling eyes, he even wrinkled his big nose, showing an expression similar to annoyance.

"Okay, I'll say the above once, and it's good for you to hear it. If your troll brain still can't understand, just pretend I didn't say it. In addition, I will be happy to help your father beat you up when you become an adult." Ass, if you demand it."

The wizard stood up, leaving a noble and glamorous back, and another more light and light order: "Let Doudou clean up the table when you are full. I have a potion in the afternoon. Come and help me."

Cyril, who had just moved for less than a minute, was sitting in a mess behind him.

Cyril:? ? ?

……

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, UK.

On an unnoticed street corner.

"Okay, Severus, be happy."

Cyril forcibly flattened the corners of her upturned mouth, trying not to make her happiness so obvious.

"I can't be happy, Mr. McLean."

Snape grimaced and tugged at his black suit, then raked his hair angrily.

"You have had this expression since last night. In fact, I think it's very good. At least we all know this little wizard, and we will know each other sooner or later. I think Harry will be happy too."

Cyril squinted his eyes and looked at the small building No. [-] on Privet Drive not far away, and said in a brisk tone.

"It makes me even more unhappy to think that Mr. McLean has written letters to this baby Harry for two years with his back turned to me. There is no need for you to remind me of this in this way."

Snape touched one cuff button, his tone somber.

"Oh, Severus, you can't settle accounts later. That's not what you said yesterday." Cyril curled her lips amusedly.

"I didn't settle the score, Mr. McLean. If I wanted to settle the score, I would discuss the permanent myopia potion with you first." Snape smirked.

Cyril watched Snape throwing a tantrum like a childish child with a smile, and suddenly waved to him.

"Keep your head down, Severus."

Snape looked at him warily and suspiciously: "What?"

"Come here, bow your head."

Taking advantage of Snape's dubious lowering of his head, Cyril stood on tiptoes, wrapped his hands around Snape's neck, moved his face closer, and whispered to Snape's ear, "You're wearing a suit today." This body is really handsome."

And snapped his shirt collar straight before Snape pushed him away.

"Collar wrinkled. So let's go, Dean Snape? Pick up the students."

Snape nodded casually, and walked ahead with a serious expression.

Cyril stared at the wizard's red ears, pursed the corners of his mouth, and followed quickly.

……

"So my nephew is going to your magic school?"

A fat, neckless man pointed gruffly at the green-eyed little boy, mocking maliciously.

"Sir, it's impossible for you to be ignorant of your nephew's abilities, so don't deliberately say such things that are not funny, it will only appear that you are ignorant."

Cyril held Snape who was standing aside, and retorted gently but sternly.

"I saw that you were well dressed, so I let you into my room. In my room, I can say whatever I want, and I can go out if I don't want to hear it."

Harry's fat uncle blushed and growled thickly.

"Trust me, Dursley. We don't want to talk nonsense to you either. Get your wife out and we'll talk to her."

Snape frowned impatiently, and said in a low but unquestionable voice.

Dean Snape's aura was too strong, Dursley just muttered a few words symbolically, but he didn't dare to do anything. At this time, the hostess who happened to be holding a teacup came out.

"Sit." With a sullen face and trembling lips, Petunia restrainedly pointed to the sofa.

Snape and Cyril sat on the other side of the sofa next to Harry and Quicksilver.

Harry was clearly terrified by the frenzied battle, since he was only an 11-year-old boy.But fortunately, there is Quicksilver by his side, and his first friend in the magic world, brother Cyril.

The boy opened a pair of big green eyes in fear, trying to minimize his sense of existence.He never knew that going to Hogwarts would make his aunt and uncle so resistant.

He had thought that they couldn't wait to get him out.

"Mrs. Dursley, Harry has to go to that school, you must know that, don't you?"

Snape sat down calmly, leaning forward slightly, with his elbows resting on his thighs and his hands clasped together.

"I...I don't know." Petunia stiffened her neck convulsively, her eyes flashed with complicated light.

"It doesn't seem to make sense to you, does it? Mrs. Petunia Evans Dursley?" Snape's tone was soft and cold.

Even Cyril felt goose bumps on his arms.

"No no... no, how do you know my name?!" Penny's voice became sharp.

This thin woman with a long neck almost jumped to her feet, staring fixedly at Dean Snape who was sitting there motionless.

"Wait...you...you are? You're that little monster! You're Snape from Spider's End!" Petunia continued to yell sharply, pointing at Snape with shaking fingers.

Snape sneered, but there was no reaction, but Cyril stood up in a huff, and drew out his snow-white wand.

"Ma'am, please show some respect and apologize to my dean now. Immediately! Immediately!"

Petunia was momentarily frightened when this handsome and delicate boy pointed at him with his wand.

Not only Petunia, but Harry was also taken aback.

Sometimes it's scarier for gentle people to get angry.

"I...I..." Petunia moved her jaw up and down her lips, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Snape sat below and raised an eyebrow, without any expression, but looked at Cyril's back with a deeper gaze.

"Hey boy! Put your stick down and don't point it at my wife! I have a gun here!"

The big man Fernon Dursley took his fat son behind him, and then yanked a shotgun down from the fireplace aggressively.

Cyril curled up one corner of his mouth, narrowed his gray-green eyes, and said softly and slowly: "You can... give it a try. Let's try to see if your gun is faster or my wand is faster."

Without waiting for Dursley to react, he waved his wand, and the long barrel of the shotgun instantly bent down like a section of "rubber hose".

"Apologize, ma'am. While I'm still a little patient, we'll sit down together, have a cup of tea, and talk nicely about Harry's enrolment. We'll be taking Harry to buy school supplies later. , so time is tight."

Cyril smiled gently at Petunia.It's like the wicked smile he showed for a moment just now was just an illusion.

Petunia said hastily with trembling lips, "I'm sorry."

Then he sat down, picked up the teacup with trembling fingers, and took a sip, like a rooster who has lost a fight.

"Just said, go to school... yes, yes, go to Hogwarts, I know, I know." Petunia continued.