Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape held the boy in his arms tightly, and neither of them moved for a moment.

It was as if the two of them could maintain this embracing posture forever and never move.

However, the reality is... Cyril, who didn't eat lunch, finally made a "protest" from her stomach after experiencing great sorrow and joy.

Snape's lips smiled lowly into the boy's soft ears.

"Huh? Hungry?"

"Hmm." Cyril sniffed and replied in a nasal voice.

"Then I'll go and make some casually. What do you want to eat?" Snape's tone was very gentle now.

"Anything is fine. No...I want to eat beef, and I want to eat chicken legs." Cyril expressed his stomach's appeal bluntly.

"I'll go and see if there are any ingredients left from Doudou's last visit." Snape brought the boy up, stood up himself, and began to roll up his shirt sleeves.

……

Cyril is now like a clingy little tail.

In the small kitchen, wherever Snape went, Cyril followed.

Snape was cutting tomatoes, and Cyril clung to him, watching him cut the tomatoes into perfectly angled crescents, and then the potatoes...

As Snape put the chopped ingredients into the saucepan, he glanced at the boy who was staring at his hand in a daze.

"How stupid."

Snape put away the spices, controlled the fire, and went to the sink to wash his hands.

Cyril raised his head and glanced at the black-eyed wizard who was speaking in a daze, his eyes flicked across the corner of the wizard's mouth, and then his face turned red.

Snape didn't say anything else, just took his wet finger and lightly touched the boy's hot cheek, then turned around and opened the magic freezer again, and found the chicken wings that Doudou had marinated before.

"I always thought that you would only cook simple breakfasts."

Cyril moved slowly behind Snape again, watching him spread tinfoil on the oven tray.

"I didn't have the time or the mood to do it before. It's hard for me to believe that a person who can make potions can't cook soup."

Snape explained calmly.

"Pfft, what theory? Making potions and cooking? I'm losing my appetite... Severus."

Cyril stood on tiptoe, tried to put her chin on the wizard's shoulder, and looked down from his face.

Then he was amused by Snape's words, and the hot breath of his breath made the wizard's neck itchy like a kitten's paw.

"I don't seem to have done you any wrong with the taste of potions, Cyril."

Snape, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, spread the chicken legs neatly and evenly on the baking tray one by one.

"Yeah, except for the hangover decoction."

Cyril retorted with a smile, then hesitated for a moment, slowly stretched out his arms, tentatively and gently encircled the wizard's thin waist from behind.

Snape was shocked, but he didn't say anything, didn't make any other actions, and didn't even feel disgusted that the other party prevented him from putting the baking tray in the oven.

Cyril seemed to have obtained tacit approval, and became more courageous, put down her tiptoes, and then leaned her face on the wizard's broad and straight back.

There was a concave curvature in the middle of Snape's back, and there were strong muscles on both sides. Cyril put his face on it through a layer of shirt, and he could hear the faint heartbeat, which was very powerful, which made him feel safe.

"Cyril? Do you want to sprinkle some chili powder on the chicken legs that your mother—Ms. Lin Jiu gave?"

Cyril heard this question from the wizard in front of him through his back.

"Why did she give you chili powder?" Cyril said lazily without moving.

"Last time you drank like a drunk cat on your birthday, and she gave you a whole package of food when you finally came back. I seem to have put it in this cabinet."

Snape raised his arm and took a jar of paprika from the cupboard above.

"So do you want it?"

"Yes. Half is spicy, half is not." The boy wrinkled his nose, like a koala, hugging his eucalyptus tree.

After eating a meal that wasn't lunch or dinner, but was delicious, Cyril turned into a big fox, wrapped herself around the wizard's legs, and took a nap next to him.

Snape held the book in one hand, and rested the other hand on the fox's body, smoothing two handfuls of fur from time to time.

……

mid-December.

Paris France.

On the north bank of the Seine, on the edge of a small glass pyramid facing the large glass pyramid in the square of the Louvre, Cyril looked at the small card in his hand and asked the wizard next to him again: "Severus, you Are you sure it's here?"

"The medical potion seminar is held here every year." Snape was wearing a decent suit, even under the August sun, he didn't look embarrassed at all.

"But... isn't this a Muggle palace and museum?" Cyril looked at all kinds of tourists with cameras around him, feeling a little weird.

"That's the kind of camouflage that the medical authorities need. There are crowds of people from all over the world coming to a meeting, and what could be less conspicuous than having a meeting here?"

"...That makes sense." Cyril nodded thoughtfully.

"Can we stay in Paris for two more days after the meeting? I haven't gone out to play this summer." Cyril quickly found other fun and asked excitedly.

"Don't you have to go to work?" Snape raised his eyebrows.

"Director Pete said to give me two weeks, especially if he can't come this time because of something." Cyril blinked happily.

Snape dragged him to his side noncommittally, dodging a kid running wildly over.The two of them walked straight through the small glass pyramid and entered the conference hall through the magic passage, taking advantage of the people around them not looking this way.

The Medical Potion Symposium is actually a relatively grand conference in the industry, and almost well-known medical masters and potion masters will come.

The entry point is an exhibition hall that is as luxurious as the hall of the Ministry of Magic. It is probably located under the "Palace of Art". There are many magical sculptures and portraits here.

All kinds of people shuttled through the hall, with different skin colors, and the clothes of these wizards were also quite distinctive.

Cyril once again admired the wit of the person who chose the location for the meeting in his heart.

Just such a group of people who come to the meeting, no matter where they are, no matter how many Muggle ignore spells they cast, they will be noticed!Only this kind of place that receives thousands or tens of thousands of tourists from all over the world every day is not so conspicuous.

Snape took his "assistant" Cyril directly to the meeting registration office, and received the meeting materials and the hotel room key.

Cyril flicked the key ring on his hand with a smile, and looked at the profile of his professor - today he specially helped Severus tie up his too long hair from the back, looking very handsome.

"What are you laughing at?" Snape asked with raised eyebrows as he handed all the information in his hand to Cyril.

"I'm thinking, before... when you came here alone for a meeting, who did you live with in the double room?" Cyril asked intentionally.

"Alone." Snape took a strange look at the little troll who was uneasy.

"Then why don't we arrange two rooms for this meeting?"

"As you can see, Cyril, this meeting is over-represented," Snape replied without changing his expression.

"That's right..." Cyril walked a few steps to his professor with the materials in his arms.

"Then let's go back and put things away now?"

"Ah."

……

Back to two days ago, Snape received two letters at Spider's End.

One was from the Medical Potion Seminar, and the other was from Lin Jiu.

Snape handed Lin Jiu's letter to the little troll, and began to fill out the meeting receipt by himself—mainly trivial, but necessary links every year.

The wizard filled in "2" in the number of participants, ticked the estimated arrival time and method, and Cyril came over with the letter.

The boy's face was flushed, and he clung to his side without speaking, but he still sat dishonestly on the armrest of his office chair.

Snape had to put down the quill and put one hand on the little troll to prevent him from turning over.

"what happened?"

"Severus... um..." Cyril hesitated, and he didn't say anything for a long time, but his neck turned red.

Snape was a little surprised, he had never seen such a shy Cyril except that day....

"Huh?" Snape tried not to sound too oppressive.

"My mother said... oh... why didn't I see such a thing when I accepted the inheritance... unexpectedly..."

Cyril snorted.

Snape simply stretched out his hand: "If you don't mind, show me?"

A corner of a piece of letter paper that smelled of ink was stuffed into the wizard's palm, and then the letter owner seemed to repent temporarily, and wanted to take the letter back.

Snape raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Cyril put the letter back intact, a little resigned, and the next second a snow-white fox jumped onto the table of the most terrifying professor at Hogwarts.

After the white fox jumped onto the table, he rolled himself into a ball, buried his face in his fur tail, and the tip of a black nose protruded from the gap. If you look carefully, you will find that the fox's gray-green eyes are also exposed. .

Snape picked up the clothes on the floor, put them aside for the boy, and read the letter carefully.

Snape had to use the translation spell to slowly read the calligraphy written by Lin Jiu.

As he read, the wizard's brows slowly frowned, and finally his eyes fixed on one point and stopped moving.He seemed to be thinking about something profound.

Cyril felt ashamed that her panties had been ripped off.

Snape stared at the letter in his hand for a long time, then put the letter on the table.

"Cyril, I think, from this year to next year, you should always be vigilant and careful, especially not staying outside overnight." Snape tapped his fingers on the table and said.

Cyril in the form of a fox flicked his tail in a small range, which was considered to be his consent.

Snape stood up and took out two small, unremarkable potion bottles from the bookcase behind him.

"This one hangs around your neck, just so you can tie it next to your purse..."

Snape bent down, caught White Fox by the head, and lifted his neck.

"Where's your purse?" Snape fumbled around twice but couldn't find the thing that should be hanging around the boy's neck.

"I threw it at home, and I won't watch it until a year later anyway." The white fox flicked its tail boredly.

"Then I'm going to find someone to order an adjustable rope when I come back! It's really inconvenient for you to keep changing in size."

"What's that? The little pill bottle?"

"A pair of directional port keys. You carry them with you, and you can find me immediately if you encounter any situation."

"Found you and then what? Professor Snape?"

Cyril probably forgot how shameful he was just now, and squatted up, returning to his usual mischievous tone.

Snape looked up at him, carried him off the table, put him on the carpet, sat back in the office chair, and replied casually: "Then... I will pour you a bottle of water of life and death Plus dreamless potion."