Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril clearly felt something in him, a change in both him and Severus.

In the past, he would never play a small temper with Severus casually, and the reason was that he was not confident in Severus' feelings for him.

What's more, it was an unintentional sentence aimed at the other party, not even said to him.

It was absolutely impossible for the former Severus to spend time coaxing him, no matter who was right or wrong.

This feeling is like two people walking side by side for a while, accompanying each other, pulling each other, polishing each other, and finally making each other more compatible.

The white fox boy buried his head on the side of Severus' neck and sniffed.

Then he whimpered and uttered the words of the extremely romantic little white flower heroine: "Did I just make trouble for no reason?"

Snape caressed the soft curly hair on the back of his boy's head with one hand, and heard that the movement of his hand did not stop.

About a minute later, Cyril heard the other party reply: "Yes."

"???"

Cyril tried to break free from her embrace, but was firmly fixed in the original position by her strong arms, unable to move a bit.

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"..."

The white fox boy buried his face back again, then narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth where the black-eyed wizard couldn't see, and said "yeah" in his heart.

I really like Severus.

I like whatever it looks like...

"So. Can Assistant McLean put his shoes on now?"

Snape held his little troll with one hand and lifted him up from the ground. With a shake of his hand, a pair of house shoes appeared at Cyril's feet.

Cyril wrinkled her nose and looked reluctantly compromising.

"OK then."

……

Cyril went to St. Mungo's the next day, and received a summons from Pete, the director of the pharmaceutical research and development department, early in the morning.

"Director Pete."

Cyril pushed open the door, recalled his recent work, felt that there was no problem, and nodded in greeting.

"Come, sit down."

Old Pete pointed to the sofa chair by the wall.

Cyril sat down as promised, feeling a little confused.

"any drinks?"

Old Pete put down the coffee in his hand, paced and sat beside Cyril.

"Lemonade is fine, thank you," Cyril said.

Immediately, a glass of lemonade appeared on the table, with two cubes of ice added.

Cyril stared at the small droplets of condensation on the mouth of the glass, waiting for Director Pete to speak.

Old Pete pondered for a while, and asked, "You have been here for more than three months as an intern. How do you feel?"

What is the tone of this concluding statement?Cyril thought for a few seconds of the tragic scene of being expelled from the laboratory in his next sentence.

Then adjusted to a decent expression: "I like the atmosphere here very much, and I feel that I have gained a lot."

Old Pete nodded and said, "I met Headmaster Albus Dumbledore at a meeting at the Ministry of Magic two days ago, and we chatted."

Cyril raised his eyes, not knowing how to answer these words, but just looked at the old man in front of him.

Old Pete continued on his own: "I think, if you come three days a week, maybe you can try more different positions."

Cyril raised his head slightly, he was a little uncertain about what old Pete meant by this sentence.

My bad premonition is... come true? ? ?About to be kicked out of the lab?

Or do you dislike him for coming here for a few days... reminding her in disguise?

"Take it easy, kid. Listen to me..."

Old Pete also saw Cyril's suddenly bewildered expression, and quickly comforted him.

"This is how I think. I think if in the future... you are to be placed in a position that is more suitable for you and allows you to better display your abilities, you must first try more than our department. Kind and plate work.”

"Sorry...you just said that it's not limited to our department...?"

"Yes, Cyril. Focus on the entire St. Mungo's Magical Hospital. Now, our hospital is divided into five major sections in addition to the pharmaceutical research and development. I want you to go to all of them this year. Try it again. You have to be familiar with every section...after that...you know, I'm getting older." [Note] Cyril blinked her eyes...feeling that her comprehension ability needs to be improved .

Does Old Pete mean that he intends to train and improve himself?

Once this idea was born, the corners of Cyril's mouth couldn't help but want to rise.

"Okay, thank you. I will do well." Cyril replied.

"Then, let's sign these formal contracts first. If you want to get in touch with the real and core things in various sectors, you need to upgrade your status first. First of all, congratulations, Mr. McLean. Welcome to officially join St. Mungo."

Old Pete stood up quickly from the sofa, and took out a roll of parchment from the desk, tied with a blue ribbon.

Cyril took it with both hands, and slowly unfolded under the urging of Old Pete.

It is an official letter of appointment from St. Mungo's.

Thinking back to just receiving the letter of appointment from Hogwarts a few months ago, Cyril felt extremely proud at this moment.

Look, double load!

When the eyes of the white fox boy touched the hospital emblem with the crossed wand and bone.The mentality that was still a little proud just now was replaced by a strong sense of responsibility and mission that burst out from the bottom of my heart.

At that moment, Cyril suddenly felt that he was really an adult.

Only responsibility can make people grow up quickly.

"Let's take a look at the contract, Dr. McLean. I have temporarily arranged this for you: for the first two months, go to the inpatient department first, where you will be told what you need to do; for the next two months, Go to the magic internal medicine section; after that, go to the magic surgery section; half a year later, the test is here, you have to withstand the pressure and persist in the injury and emergency section for two months, this is a hard bone, come on; the last two months, go to the magic potion section, It's where I used to be.

Any questions? "

Old Pete took out a planner and asked while ticking it off.

"Not yet." Cyril looked at each section carefully from the side.

"Then sign it!"

……

When Cyril came to the inpatient department dazedly holding his report form, he found Dr. Margaret he needed to contact in a huge office at the end of the corridor.

Doctor Margaret is a chubby, round-faced witch.

He looks about 50 years old, very kind and easy to get along with.

Such a face has already let down half of Cyril's little heart.

"Oh, I heard from Pete. Mr. McLean, isn't it... You will come here to cooperate with us on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays every week for these two months, right?"

Margaret pushed the round glasses on the bridge of her nose, confirming gently.

"Yes, Dr. Margaret."

"Then I'll find you a table first, so you can sit down and rest when you're not rounding the room. Since you're working during the day, it doesn't involve the night shift, and it's more convenient...Let me see...then sit there first, do you think it's OK?"

Cyril followed Margaret's fingers and looked over. There was an empty desk by the corner window of the big office, and it looked like a good view.

"I like it, thank you."

"That's good... Your job is to follow me or a few other doctors to regularly patrol the ward, observe the condition, and make records. We are responsible for patients who need to be hospitalized for a long time, so most of the patients' symptoms are very serious. If the condition is complicated or serious, I ask you to read more, listen more, and memorize more. Of course...it may be unreasonable to say this, but from a medical point of view, every patient is a precious sample, and of course it is also a precious sample. The life of a wizard... so we must cherish the opportunity to learn."

"Yes, Dr. Margaret."

"Just call me Margaret."

"Then please call me Cyril, if you need me to do anything, please feel free to ask."

"Okay, Cyril. Your uniform should be delivered in a while, so you should take a look at the medical records and files in wards 0601 to 0630 to get familiar with them."

Margaret floated a large stack of folders onto Cyril's desktop with her magic wand.

"Oh, that's right, that's right. By the way, lunch should be the same as you did in the R&D department before, if you need to fill in the order directly."

"OK, thanks."

"I wish us a happy working together, and I hope you gain something."

At first, Cyril thought that in the inpatient department, he only needed to follow a few senior doctors with a small notebook and watch around.

In fact, he found that the doctors here are very fond of asking questions.

At 11 o'clock on the first day of taking office, the "cute new" Cyril who had just appeared in the inpatient department got his light-colored uniform robe and was told to follow an old doctor to inspect a few inpatients who had been injured by the spell.

"This is just a routine examination. In fact, the hope of recovery for those patients is relatively low. We are just doing our best to relieve their pain."

The old doctor with the gray beard was small and quiet, but he walked very fast.

Cyril had to walk beside him while bending over to listen to him.

"You mean they're... probably going to live here all their lives?"

Cyril felt a little uncomfortable that he had to come into contact with such miserable patients as soon as he took office.

The old doctor sighed and said softly, "Basically, that's it."

"But don't show or tend to them in front of them for a while, and try to control your emotions. Some of them seem to be a little delirious, but they are very sensitive. Like newborns, they have a kind of ability to distinguish good from evil. Keen instincts."

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

"Speaking of which, before going in, I want to ask you again, have you seen the medical records of ward 0618?"

The old doctor's brisk pace suddenly stopped.

Cyril's brain was running fast, trying to recall the medical records he had just flipped through, trying to find some clues or memory fragments about ward 0618.

In the end, he blinked his big gray-green eyes in vain, his face full of shame.

"Oh, it's okay. You just came here, so I guess you haven't seen it yet. There are two patients living in Ward 0618, a couple, and the curse will hurt you forever."

The old doctor didn't say anything, but Cyril still had a sense of shame that when he was a child, Mathematics Teacher Tao asked him to go to the blackboard to do problems in class, but he didn't know anything.

This kind of experience time is too long, so that he thought he had already forgotten it.

As it turns out, shame is a thing of the past.

Maybe it's because there are too few opportunities to experience at Hogwarts, so the time at Sunshine Elementary School is particularly "deep in memory"...

Cyril decided to avoid being asked again, and acted first, turning passive into active: "Excuse me, what kind of magic spell does it hurt?"

"What type of spell do you think can cause lifelong damage?"

"..."

This question was really caught off guard.

A sentence materialized in front of Cyril's eyes: The other party rejected your question, and used the skill - question rebound.