Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Holding the metal logo up to his eyes, Snape squinted and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, the pupils of the dark eyes tightened.

This is... a family crest.

This cognition made the wizard feel an overwhelming rage in his heart.Out of nowhere, the wizard twirled the small envelope next to the badge with his fingers.

Even so, the wizard didn't intend to open Cyril's letter privately, but the two lines on the envelope and the small logo on the upper right corner already explained everything.

"Mr. Cyril Maclean From: Roland St. Pierre"

In the upper right corner is a faint violet family crest, which is exactly the pattern of the metal logo in Snape's hand.

A man who was born in Slytherin and struggled all the way to become the Slytherin Snake King knows all about the twists and turns of nobles.

Oh, a family crest...

His little giant has made a personal appointment with someone else for life...?

No, according to his understanding of the little giant monster, it should be privately ordered for life.

This thought was like the last straw over Snape's sanity, and Snape felt something explode in his mind.

Every day at school, he was wary of the group of boys and girls who were bursting out of puberty and full of hormones, and privately he had a headache for Cyril's destined partner. Thinking about whether to move or not, he grandly handed over the family emblem of engagement to Cyril.

He used almost all his rationality to barely maintain the relationship between the two that was more than family affection but less than lover, like a piece of tempered glass that had been hit hard, shattered into a pile of dross.

He always thought that the biggest obstacle between them was the so-called destiny partner who made him painful and difficult to choose.

Now, the situation is far more complicated than he expected.In front of him, there are all kinds of people who are younger, more handsome, and want to be...

He is not stupid, so why can't he feel the affection that Cyril has for him.And he knew that in terms of feelings, his feelings for Cyril could only be deeper than the boy's for him.

When the boy hugged himself tightly, when the boy choked up and asked him if the two of them could be together forever, why didn't he want to use more strength to hug the boy back and never let go for the rest of his life.

The boy's feelings for him made him feel the sweetness and heartbreak of a relationship for the first time.

Pain and happiness - the most vulgar words are also the most appropriate.

On the one hand, this throbbing fills his dry heart with fresh, energetic, and hot blood, and restores its powerful pulse one by one; Ling Chi.

To this day, it is completely difficult for him to refuse any closeness from Cyril. In his dark heart, he even selfishly hopes that the boy can get closer, and it is best not to be separated from himself.

However, Cyril was just a wizard kid just coming of age, he was not Severus Snape, he was already thirty-one years old.

He knows what he should know and what he shouldn't know.

In this relationship, what he has to face is not only the nearly twice the age difference, the uncertainty brought by the younger partner, the pressure that the external environment may give, and more importantly, fate.

Before the age of 18, Snape never believed in fate. He sneered at it, relying on a heart that refused to accept fate and desperate courage, stepping on blood, stepping on his soul and body to get to that position step by step.

In his opinion, those who talk about fate are cowards who are looking for reasons for their own incompetence.

However, reality was like a ruthless whip time and time again, lashing him black and blue, making him kneel to experience those helpless and irresistible things.

On the little giant's birthday, when he was hugged by Cyril, what was the first reaction in his heart?

Admit it, Severus Snape...

What he actually felt was "fear" and "fear".

What is in front of you is a cloud of fog. If you take a step out, you may suddenly see the light, a paradise... maybe there is no sky, a deep abyss...

Back then, the double-faced agent who dared to play tricks, steal information, and obtain information in front of the most terrifying dark wizard of this century, felt fear from the bottom of his heart because of a hug from a beloved boy.

He was afraid that the boy's love at that moment was an illusion; he was also afraid that the time was too short, nothing more; , the old man left.

The moment he was surrounded by Cyril, he felt like a despicable and hateful thief, who worked hard to finally steal the sincerity that should not belong to him.

If you don't want to be strong, now you want more and more things.

Snape clutched the family crest tightly in his hand, a crest with no edges and corners was stunned by the pain of being pulled out of a blade by him.

Thinking that one day in the future, Cyril might be with anyone and leave his side, the wizard felt restless magic power surging all over his body.

The surging magic power is soaring layer by layer, and it feels like it has reached a critical point that will explode.

The curtains directly opposite the table fluttered in the absence of wind, and the pen holder and desk lamp on the table tap danced as if under the "Tarantella dance spell".

The entire room is like a vortex center, with a faint, calm before the storm.

Suddenly, starting from the family emblem held by his right hand, circle after circle of magic ripples visible to the naked eye began to spread outward.The magic power with metallic light was materialized in this way, like a circle of knives with blades, directly cutting through the plane.

The letter was split into two by the magic blade after it was opened and put back into the envelope.

With a "tear" sound, it was lifted up in the air, and then fell back to the wizard's hand.

Unfamiliar handwriting: —— "No matter what my identity is, even if Xinia's descendants are destined to be married to a specific partner in order to receive blessings, I would rather give up all of them... Time will tell everything."

Snape propped his hands on the table, lowered his head, black hair slid down his angular cheeks, covering the wizard's facial expression at the moment.

Snape's heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, and it hurt.

A voice roared in his heart over and over again—he should do something now, or he would feel like going crazy.

Perhaps cherishing too much will make this 31-year-old wizard always feel anxious about gains and losses, and he is timid; time has not only changed his cognition, beliefs and direction, but also smoothed his sharp edges and corners, the kind that only existed when he was a teenager. He has buried deep in his heart the lonely courage and stubbornness that is full of passion. Many times, he almost forgets that he still has such qualities.

Severus Snape.

What are you hesitating about something that a boy younger than you knows?

You shouldn't be so indecisive, or in other words, your so-called "forbearance" at the moment seems ridiculous.

……

There was a patient with allergies in the clinical trial on Xireer's side. Fortunately, it was a mild allergy, and the symptoms were not so serious, and it was under control in a while.

After making records and settling the cured patients, Cyril walked out of the isolation laboratory.

Throwing a series of protective equipment such as the lab coat into the storage basket, the boy returned to his place and picked up the bottled juice on the table.

"Lucy, is Professor Snape back?"

Cyril looked around, only the American girl was still in the studio.

Lucy recently discovered a particularly evil thing. She didn't think she had offended the big Buddha who came with Cyril, but every time she got closer to Cyril within half a meter, she would feel the very evil from the legend. The powerful potion master's, very strong, disgusted gaze, as long as she wants to say something to Cyril, the potion master will definitely find something to interrupt.

At first she thought it was an illusion, after all, girls are thinking about things and are more careful.

But it happened again and again for more than a week, even if she was a troll hybrid, she could feel it, let alone she wasn't!

This caused her interest in Cyril to drop sharply. After all, anyone who suffered such "mental abuse" would find it unbearable.

Here, Lucy heard Cyril's question and replied absent-mindedly: "Probably so."

Cyril didn't care about Lucy's strange attitude at all, he planned to help Severus order a lunch in advance so that the wizard could eat it when he came back.

……

Ten minutes later, two steak sets arrived together with Snape, who had returned from the dust.

Cyril happily leaned forward, helped Snape pick up a dozen documents in his hand, then moved closer to him and began to report on the progress of the experiment, asking this and that by the way.

Snape seemed very silent all the way. Although he usually didn't talk much, when Cyril talked to him, he would still nod his head from time to time, or make a tone word to show his attitude.

This time along the way, Cyril said a lot of words, but the wizard walked behind without making a sound or interrupting.

After talking for a while, Cyril also felt that the wizard was not in the right mood, so he turned his head away.

"...Severus?"

Snape's eyes were extraordinarily dark and deep today. When the wizard stared at him, Cyril felt that such eyes contained aggression and some emotions he couldn't understand.

Cyril stopped completely.

Snape's footsteps following behind also stopped one by one.

The two stood facing each other in the corridor.

"Syril, take time off this afternoon...I want to talk to you."

Snape heard himself say this.

The gray-green eyes of the white fox boy flickered, and his long eyelashes fluttered up and down slightly. After a while, he nodded obediently, then turned and walked towards the director's office.

……

Cyril was taken directly to Spider's End by Snape.

The two of them sat on two separate hard sofas in the living room, Snape's with a stupid penguin pillow, and Cyril's with a green pumpkin.

The boy hugged the pumpkin to his chest, not intending to ask or speak first.

Snape sat in his place with two glasses of juice in front of him.The wizard stared at the juice in front of him, and rubbed his two thumbs unconsciously.

For a moment both of them were speechless.

This state of silence lasted for about 5 minutes, and a hoarse voice said, "Syril."

Cyril raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

"What do you think of our relationship?"

Cyril moved his eyes down after hearing the question, and finally stopped on Severus' sharp Adam's apple.

Adam's apple slides up and down because of speaking or nervousness.

"Would you believe what I said?" The white fox boy pondered for a moment and asked softly.

"Go ahead."

"I want to be with you forever."

The moment the voice just finished speaking, Snape pulled out a smile that was not a smile, or a cry that was not a cry. After about tens of seconds, that complicated expression disappeared again. The wizard tensed his jaw and lowered his face. nod.

"Boy, do you know what a lifetime is?"

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