Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"As long as you know, you can finally continue to chat normally. Then, let's talk about Harry's school arrangements."

Cyril used his wand to conjure up a plate of snacks and milk tea, first handed a cup to Severus, and then pushed the rest to Xiaoha who shrank aside, and Kuaiyin who was sitting beside Xiaoha like a bodyguard .

The dim sum is made by Grandma Baizhi, and it is very attractive both in appearance and aroma.

Standing behind his father, Dali leaned forward impatiently, with a greedy expression on his face.

Cyril glanced at it casually, seeing the sharp contrast of his little Hu, the white fox boy was very indifferent and didn't ask him to eat with him.

"What's your name?" Petunia took another sip of the black tea in her hand.

"McLean, apothecary and teaching assistant in the Hogwarts Medical Wing. Just call me McLean."

Confusion flashed across Petunia's face, as if hesitating whether this "teacher" or "pharmacist" looked too young.

Mouth hairless.Can't do things well.

So young, it seems unreliable...

"McLean is the main person in charge of this guidance, appointed by Headmaster Dumbledore." Snape spoke at the right time, dispelling Petunia's doubts.

"Okay...before...the conversation begins, I want to ask one thing first."

Petunia looked back at her husband nervously.The latter rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Please say."

"Harry... really has a godfather? A strange man came here two days ago... It looks like someone from your side."

Petunia shuddered when she said the word "weird", and she almost rubbed goose bumps exaggeratedly.

Cyril could see that the Muggles of the Dursley family were really "fear of wizards" from the bottom of their hearts.

The white fox boy turned around and glanced at Severus, who was holding a teacup beside him, calmly.

Snape didn't look up, but he felt his gaze, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Albus said that the stupid dog came back from Italy last month, and he also came back with little Blake and little Blake who had recovered. Blake's mate."

"Mr. Black...that is, when did the person who claimed to be your godfather come? What did he do?"

Xi Ruier shifted his gaze to "Little Hamster Ha" who was holding a snack and eating with satisfaction.

Xiaoha quickly sat upright, and answered honestly: "I came the day before yesterday, and brought a bunch of gifts, and a few old photos of my parents. By the way, he also said that he would take me to a Muggle amusement in France before school started." Field—Disney play."

"I don't think he's a bad guy. He really knows my parents." Xiaoha's big emerald eyes shone with the delicacy and innocence unique to children.

Holding the glass, Snape took a quick glance at the one next to him that he tried to ignore - a kid with green eyes that looked like Lily and a face that looked like Potter.

After one glance, the corners of his mouth twitched, unable to bear to look directly at him, and he quickly turned his face away.

Even if Cyril is sitting next to him; even if the pain of the past has been known and treated tenderly; even if his little troll has been doing psychological work for himself from last night until now...

But he really saw such a "savior boy" with such a distinctive appearance that he often saw his emotions indescribable.

Snape still found it difficult to be sane and kind to him.

At this time, Cyril gently covered the wizard's knee wrapped in trousers with one hand, as if he had already understood his psychological state.

Snape's originally stiff back slowly relaxed a little, and raised the teacup in his hand.

Let's leave it all to Cyril... Snape took a big sip of milk tea in self-resignation.

Tsk!Today's milk tea is a little sweet.

……

"Hmph! Go and live with your godfather, you bastard who doesn't know you well." Feinon growled in a rough voice.

Cyril seemed not to have heard Fenon's growl, and turned her head gently to answer Petunia's question: "That man is indeed Harry's godfather, and he is harmless to Harry. But how will Harry arrange things in the future?" , I think Professor Dumbledore should have told you."

Petunia held the cup with both hands, as if her body needed to be warmed by the hot tea in the cup - in the sweltering midsummer heat of London.

"Yes, Harry still comes back to live on vacation. Occasionally go to his godfather's." The woman murmured, staring at the teacup in her hand.

"It seems that Principal Dumbledore has indeed made arrangements, so we can rest assured. Now that we have reached a consensus, we will take Harry to buy textbooks in a while."

Cyril put the teacup back on his tea tray, and put away the set of tea sets that had just been conjured up with a relaxed expression.

……

The gate of No. [-] Privet Drive.

Before leaving, Petunia stepped forward and gently held Cyril.

This always mean and proud woman raised her chin, her lips moved slightly, and her eyes flickered.I can feel that her heart is engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

"Harry, must he go to your place? I mean... he must go to your place to live and study?"

Cyril raised an eyebrow: "I think, yes, ma'am. This is the consensus we reached at the beginning."

"Yes... yes... we don't have a choice, but is your place... safe now?"

Petunia lowered her head and murmured, as if talking to herself.

"It's been safe for 10 years."

Cyril could only answer in this way, but fortunately Petunia was in a flustered mood, and she didn't bother with the loopholes in his language.

"Actually, to be honest, I think, if you can choose, don't let him go...to your side. Although he won't have much value here, but, I thought, he and that Kuaiyin Sir, the relationship is so good, it is not impossible to find a job as an engineer in the future or simply go far away...just go to the United States to do something...with all due respect, I don't think your place is very safe."

After Petunia finished speaking, she clenched her jaw tightly, and looked directly at Cyril who was opposite her with a forced and calm face.

Cyril was silent for a few seconds, and Snape, who had left the house early with Harry and Quicksilver, turned around.

He watched the two people talking at the door from a distance, but did not urge them.

"Please, Ms. Dursley, don't worry about Harry's safety. Our entire wizarding community is committed to creating a better and safer environment for the next generation of wizards. Regarding this, although we are still on the road, we have never relaxed. give up."

Ask yourself, this is probably the most sincere tone Cyril has ever spoken to this woman named Petunia Dursley.

Petunia's brown eyes flashed through struggles, and finally resumed the arrogant tone at the beginning of the conversation, stretched her neck upwards, and sneered nonchalantly: "I have reservations about your promise. Over there! Boy, Come back early, the gate is locked at 9 o'clock, don't forget! I won't keep the door open."

The latter sentence was addressed to Harry who was not far away.

……

Diagon Alley in London is still bustling.

On the way, Cyril directly called Prince's carriage, and the four of them went there in a carriage.

Harry and Quicksilver were riding in a flying carriage for the first time, and they couldn't tell who was more excited than the other.

Thanks to the unsmiling and powerful Dean Snape who was in charge along the way, the two of them forcibly refrained from running and climbing in the carriage, and it was barely a quiet journey.

Eventually, the carriage landed unnoticed by the Muggles near the Leaky Cauldron.

Snape nodded his and Cyril's suits, turning them into two low-key wizard robes.Then walk in front, clearing the way with a sullen face.

Probably due to the presence of the scariest professor at Hogwarts, no one dared to strike up a conversation on the way through the Leaky Cauldron.Therefore, no one specifically asked who the child behind him was.

The four of them stood in front of the brick wall, and Cyril stood aside and explained to Harry how to open the "door" of Diagon Alley.

In line with Cyril's speaking speed, the worried-faced Head Slytherin still slowed down his wand swing.

Seeing the little boy Harry pulling the "big boy" Quicksilver ahead, the two looked back and forth in amazement, and Cyril approached Severus who was walking beside him.

"Accompany me to pick out a birthday present for Harry later?"

Cyril lightly touched the upper arm of the wizard next to him with his arm.

Snape turned his head expressionlessly, touched his lips and said, "No."

"Go ahead... After you said yesterday, I will take care of Harry's troubles, and you will cooperate well."

Regardless of the wizard's avoidance, Cyril touched Snape's arm again.

Snape's tone was somewhat frustrated: "Why do you have to give him a birthday present?!"

Cyril stared innocently at the dark-eyed man who turned his head with innocent gray-green eyes.

Two seconds later, the black-eyed wizard turned his head first, and asked awkwardly, "What do you want to buy him?"

"A pet. How about it?" Cyril discussed with a smile.

"Ah."

Snape turned his face to the "Ira's Pet Shop" he just passed by, the smell of owl droppings was still on the tip of his nose, and his face became even more stinky.

"A little bit like an elder, okay? You think little Harry should be very happy to have a pet!"

Cyril simply took advantage of the hurrying pedestrians on the road and no one was paying attention, grabbed the arm of the wizard next to him, and fell to the ground.

The white fox boy had already made up his mind, since he was going to live with Severus in the future, no matter what Severus' mentality was now, he had to start to make Severus used to being with him, and it would be that way all the time.

Cyril thought it was not too much to do, and Severus had promised him—a 17th birthday wish!

"Walk well. You'll be a teacher again, Cyril."

Snape was uncomfortable for a while, and finally pulled out his arm, but he hugged Cyril vaguely, helping him avoid a group of little peas flying past.

Then he retracted the outstretched arm without a trace.

Cyril secretly smiled, pretending that his attention was attracted by a small vendor on the side of the road.

Another little boy riding a child's broom rushed over. Snape naturally stretched out his arms again, wrapped his arms around Cyril's shoulders from behind, and then simply pulled the boy to his side.

Cyril tilted her head and looked at the man beside her.

The man in the dark robe beside him walked straight without looking sideways.

……

After a while, Snape suddenly remembered something, and made a smirk.

"Actually... pets are not forbidden, can we just buy him a black dog?"

"...Does Hogwarts allow dogs?"

Cyril's thoughts broke down and she asked dryly.

"Actually, no. I'm joking."

Snape put away the smirk on the corner of his mouth and said in a relaxed tone.

Cyril stared at the corners of the mouth of the person around him who raised a second ago, and his eyes were a little straight.

At that moment, seeing Severus who could joke around, Cyril suddenly had a strong urge to pounce on him and do something.

For example, leaning forward for a kiss or something.

The boy hurriedly turned his head in a panic, glanced casually at Harry who was not far ahead, and tried his best to calm down his beating heart.