Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril wrinkled his face into a small bitter gourd, hesitated for a moment, and answered with all his heart and soul: "Maybe it's a curse that acts on the soul. After all, if it's just a simple physical injury, it usually won't require long-term hospitalization." Yes. Because, regardless of whether it can be restored to its original state or not, it will be cured.”

The old doctor nodded, turned around and continued to walk forward at a fast pace. He briefly introduced: "0618 lives a pair of combat heroes. They are also husband and wife. They suffered irreversible injuries while fighting against the minions of the mysterious man. They His memory is impaired and his behavior is juvenile... His condition is gradually getting worse. Now, he can't even speak, and he can no longer return to normal life through acquired learning."

The old doctor stopped here, with a sad expression on his face——a doctor who is used to seeing life and death, suffering from illness, can still show this expression, Cyril thinks it is probably because of this fate, for those two fighting It's really sad for a hero.

"They... have lived here for 10 years?" Cyril asked in a low voice.

"Yes, their children have all gone to school this year, and they were brought by their families to visit their parents before school started."

"So... have they been attacked by soul-like black magic?... The Unforgivable Curse?"

Cyril felt a tightness in her throat.

"Yeah. Lots and lots of Cruciatus. It drove them both crazy."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he tidied up Dr. St. Mungo's robe, and pushed open the door of 0618.

Cyril looked at the door that was slowly pushed open, feeling heavy in his heart, as if what the doctor opened at this moment was not an ordinary ward door, but a dark and pale history.

In the short 17 years of Cyril's life, she has a happy family, happy and healthy growth.

There are family members who love him, warm and sincere friends, some younger brothers and sisters who occasionally become obsessed with him, and a lover who is on top of his heart.

……

A few days ago, Dumbledore just said to old Pete: Now Cyril lacks everything, except that he has experienced too few setbacks, seen too little, real evil and the cruelty of reality.

And these are lessons that he must learn to become a superior in the future.

"He can take on important tasks. The premise is that you should let him accumulate more experience. He is now like a precious sapling with pure blood and gratifying growth. It has just been transplanted from the greenhouse. Now that you have the opportunity, let him have more experience." Go through some, my old friend."

So old Pete painstakingly introduced Cyril to all his old buddies with good intentions, and told them: "This kid has some abilities, and his training qualifications are very good. You all need to work hard, the future of St. Mungo... ..."

Of course, Cyril fully understands and appreciates the hard work of his boss (director) from the beginning to the end, but he has no idea what Old Pete said...

Until one day many, many years later...

Mr. Cyril McLean Snape, who is already the honorary dean of St. Mungo's, was packing up the sealed information bag that his granddaughter turned out, and accidentally found several decades-old letters addressed to the heads of various departments. Archived copy of written dispatch recommendation letter.

The director of the pharmaceutical research and development department at that time, and his old leader, Old Pete, wrote a line in the remarks column: "Syril is of excellent quality, physically and mentally healthy, use it as much as you can, and don't worry about it."

It's a later story.

……

No matter what Cyril will be like in the future, now, he is a fledgling young man who has never experienced war.

The only time Severus had any meaningful experience of war was in Severus' memory.

But most of Severus' memories were also about personal feelings, and did not involve too bloody or brutal scenes.

The most intuitive battle injuries that Cyril had seen were all reflected in the body and face of the old Auror office director—Alastor Moody.

But old Moody's personal character is too distinct.

On his always jealous face, people can always ignore the devastation and sadness left by the war. His heroic spirit of fighting and sacrificing, his cautious and suspicious character and agile spells, on the contrary, leave people made an indelible impression.

Today, Cyril is standing at the door of the ward.

For the first time, the white fox boy realized deeply, what will be left behind after a war, abandoning the victorious songs and the heroes who have been hailed to the altar.

Hurt, blank and numb.

That's the whole vibe of the ward at 0618.

Cyril took the record board handed to him by the old doctor, and found that the first page on it was the status of the patients in ward 0618.

"Frank Longbottom male 35 years old Cruciatus hurts for life Alice Longbottom female 35 years old Cruciatus hurts for life"

There was no heart-piercing pain, no bloody and terrifying scars. The two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, looked older than their actual age, thin, dull-eyed, and withered yellow hair. The man was even two years old. Gray hair grew on the temples.

"Alice, Frank, good morning. How is your day?"

The old doctor greeted the two people like old friends, and then performed various examinations on them one by one.

Cyril found that the two "regular residents" of St. Mungo's didn't seem to respond to the doctor's arrival. The old doctor examined them on his own, and the three of them looked as if they were used to it.

"The heart and lungs and other body functions are normally weak, the level of magic power circulation is very low, and the limbs are unresponsive." The old doctor waved his wand, and Cyril's recording board appeared on the record board.

Cyril carefully wrote down the old doctor's examination steps and spells in his little notebook.

The wizard named Frank seemed to be in a more serious situation than Alice. When Alice entered the room, Alice was sitting, while Frank lay flat all the time, with his eyes open and motionless looking at the ceiling above his head without blinking.

Looks like a Muggle vegetative.

Maybe at that time, this man rushed in front of his wife, trying to protect her and block more injuries and curses...

Cyril's eyes were swollen and his nose was sore. Thirty-five years old was the best age for a wizard, but the two of them seemed to have gone through their entire lives, getting old and dying.

What Principal Dumbledore once said to himself echoed in his ears: "Those who have experienced that dark period know deeply what war is, and the enemy is far more powerful and terrifying than we imagined.

Tom has nothing to throw away, except his precious life.But our bottom line is too high compared with his. We have relatives, friends, future and a blue sky above our heads.

An old man said: With great power comes great responsibility. "

My closest lover has also participated in such a dark age, and I thought I followed that person's footsteps to the broad road with high spirits, and finally fell into the quagmire and struggled. Even a year before that person disappeared, I had a double-sided spy.

If that person comes back... Will the people around me be in the quagmire again...

Are there more and more people like this...

And will the person I put on top of my heart be a double agent again?

Probably not, since the markings were gone, but besides a double agent, who could guarantee that Severus wouldn't be doing more dangerous work?

Because each of them has someone to protect and something to protect.

If one day, things really develop to that extent...

Cyril thought he would never stop Severus from fighting, just as he would never be alone.

According to Severus' character, perhaps the biggest possibility is that he wants to bear everything alone... And maybe the best, the best result, is for the two of them to face it together... No matter what kind of bloody storm, at least, they It's good to be around each other in the end.

Thinking of this, Cyril felt that his heart was being tightly grasped and torn into pieces.

Life is so beautiful, obviously everyone is getting better and better...

History cannot be changed, but the tragedy must not be allowed to repeat itself, and the lunatic must not be allowed to come back, destroy everything that exists, and hurt the people around him...

At the age of 14, Cyril was determined for the first time to be a powerful person, the kind who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Severus.

Now Cyril is 17 years old, and he finds that life is not only long, but also big.He not only has to fight for his lover, but also for this society and more people.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, as a human being, it should be like this.

……

At night, when Snape came back from his night patrol, he found a white fox curled up on the sofa in his office, raising one eyebrow.

He just learned that Cyril is now going to St. Mungo's inpatient section for exchange and study, and he guessed that Cyril might come back very late tonight.

The wizard hung up his robe, unbuttoned the two collar buttons, and walked to the sofa in a few steps.

Here's the new sofa—soft leather, three-seat length.According to Cyril's personal test, whether it is lying, curled up, or sitting, it is very comfortable.

The reason for changing the sofa is that Cyril is now extremely fond of sharing a chair with Snape, and most of the time, it is not in a fox-sized form.

Snape walked over to the fox's side, and sat down.

The ironed and straight trousers were stretched out a few creases due to the movement of sitting down, and they went up wrongly, revealing the black Oxford shoes and a part of the ankle that the wizard was wearing today.

Snape put his hands on his knees and looked sideways at the pack of foxes with a gentle expression.

"What's the matter? Are you tired?" the black-eyed wizard asked warmly.

The white fox poked out its pointed head buried under the big tail, its gray-green eyes looked moist, and the corners of the eyes drooped downward.

Snape couldn't sit still.

Cyril was being bullied?

A big hand picked up the white fox from the sofa and hugged it in his arms.Skillfully scratched the white fox's chin.

The white fox squinted his eyes, relaxed into a strip, and purred slightly.

"Do you want some milk?"

Snape slowly relaxed himself on the back of the sofa, holding the fox in his arms, and asked in a low voice.

"Hot milk with honey." The white fox groaned and said the first sentence.

Cyril was wearing a white knee-length gown, sitting firmly on Severus' lap, with his legs slumped on the other side of the sofa, holding hot honey milk in his hand, and sipping it.

"Can I talk now?"

Snape wrapped his arms around the person in his arms and asked softly.

Cyril adjusted her sitting posture and completely leaned herself into the arms of the wizard.

"I saw many patients today, all of them incurable. Two of them were the Longbottoms..."

Snape's pupils narrowed slightly, his expression blanked for a moment, and then he tightened his arms.

Sensing the man's movement, Cyril leaned his hairy head on the wizard's shoulder again, stretched out a bold paw, and gently pinched the little pinch on the back of Snape's head—then It was he who combed Severus this morning.

Fingers circled and circled that little tuft, Snapes always gave an angular look, but their hair was soft.

"They were driven mad by the Lestranges, I know," Snape whispered.

Cyril stared obsessively at Snape's Adam's apple that was sliding up and down because of talking, but didn't answer.

"At that time... I knew that person was going to make a big move. That prophecy made him have several suspects, one of whom was a child of the Longbottom family. Of course...he finally targeted the Potter family. I tried to remind Phoenix Society, I hear Lestrange found them the morning they tried to leave..."

"Is this war, Severus?"

"Torture, kill, destroy all good things...why?"

Cyril's question was so soft that Snape needed all his strength to hear it.

"Yes. That man brought... that's the result." Severus answered with difficulty.

"Severus, shall we make the Soul Eater potion earlier? Get rid of that person...and then everyone will live happily... shall we?"

Cyril let the empty milk glass in his hand disappear out of thin air, and then hugged the person who was holding him tightly.

"it is good."

"Tonight, can I sleep with you, I'm really in a bad mood?" The little fox took the opportunity to continue selling miserably.

"……Can."

Then, that night.

Cyril, who was clean and fragrant, pushed open Snape's bedroom door excitedly, and saw that the big bed he had coveted for a long time had turned into two single beds.