Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril raised his chin slightly, looked around, saw everyone's expressions, then nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "Then, let's get down to business. Can anyone tell me what is related to Potions around you. Personal experience That counts."

……

Snape was sitting in a corner under the stage, the student's chair was a bit too low for him, and he had to stretch his legs slightly so that his knees wouldn't touch the table.

Cyril's first three chapters were actually very similar to Snape's own teaching style. Thinking of this, the wizard couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

Cyril is actually a softer and gentler person than he has shown now.However, perhaps because they are students brought out by themselves, there will always be some imprints of their own.

Of course, Snape is more willing to attribute this to the fact that he brought out his lover, so he has his own brand.

After all, Cyril wasn't the only student he had, for example, there were a bunch of Weasleys as well.

Cyril's outfit today really looks like he has a slender waist and long legs, unexpectedly looking good.

Snape had always known his little troll was beautiful - although Cyril himself didn't like the word beautiful.But today's little monster lacks the "milk smell" of the past, and has a touch of... "abstinence" mature temperament.

He couldn't help it, wanted to pull him off the podium, and personally pulled off the tie and tie pins he had tied on him.

Snape felt that it was probably because the little friend was sleeping soundly next to him last night, or maybe it was because he didn't have a good rest that his current thinking was so dangerously depraved.

The wizard had no choice but to activate the Occlumency Technique, which he hadn't used for a long time, and continued to watch Cyril enlighten the students on the podium to understand potions with empty eyes.

The first class was actually still making a potion for scabies.

Cyril didn't ask any questions.

But a little boy named Neville Longbottom was called up to demonstrate potions.

Cyril saw Neville Longbottom's name when he called the roster.So when choosing someone to demonstrate, he immediately chose the descendant of this hero.

The baby fat on Neville's face instantly turned red, looking very nervous.Cyril smiled at him as a sign of encouragement, and then... noticed that not only his face, but Neville's neck also flushed rapidly.

Neville crouched and stood next to Cyril, with a demonstration cauldron in hand.

"first step……"

Cyril recited the steps slowly, patiently guiding the overwrought child beside her.

"Stop. Here, you should... remember?"

The boy named Neville nodded in horror, and followed Cyril's instructions again.

"Look, you can do well. Take it easy." Cyril patted the boy's round shoulders.

"The next step is the second step..."

Slowly, Cyril found that Neville seemed to relax a little bit, at least he was no longer at a loss, looking like he knocked over all the bottles and cans around him.

He originally thought that Neville was a Gryffindor cub with a strong personality, but it turned out to be the opposite. Neville looked rather unconfident, and looked soft and easy to pinch.

Thinking of the couple in ward 0618, Cyril's tone became more gentle.

"Here...you can try...but, yes...it's fine."

Harry looked enviously at Brother Cyril teaching that classmate named Longbottom how to make potions, and decided that when it was his turn to do it later, he must make the most perfect potion for scabies!

"I want to hear such gentle praise from brother Cyril today!" - The blue-eyed little snake swore to himself.

The demonstration went smoothly, but when it was stirring, a little accident suddenly appeared.

Obviously, the steps were correct, the order was correct, and the materials were no problem, but the crucible, which was supposed to calm down slowly, suddenly boiled.

Neville was terrified and looked like he wanted to crouch down immediately with his head in his arms.

Cyril extinguished the fire with his wand first, then pressed Neville's trembling shoulders.

"Just now, Longbottom and I have demonstrated to everyone how we should deal with emergencies if we encounter danger. This is the most important thing in learning Potions. Why don't you take a notebook and write it down?"

Cyril's voice was not loud, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but it was full of shocking force. After a brief moment of stupefaction, the small animals present all began to grab the books or parchment at hand, brushing and writing with pens.

"Neville, please allow me to call you that. There is something wrong with your magic power output, it's not stable. Are you... not suitable for your wand?"

Cyril asked the boy beside him in a low voice while everyone was writing and scribbling and did not dare to raise their heads.

Neville has a pair of cute rabbit teeth. When he was frightened, his mouth was slightly opened, and the two dies were exposed.

The boy replied humbly, "This wand belongs to my father."

Cyril froze for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses.

After Neville finished the first sentence, he seemed a little relaxed and relieved, and then slowly added: "My grandma said...it carries my father's love for me and can protect me. But...I don't think I deserve it at all. His wand... this wand doesn't like me either..."

Cyril looked down the stage, and the little animal had already finished recording.

He said softly to Neville, "Go back and sit down, and come to me after class. You don't need to make this potion for now."

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Snape sat at the back inexplicably, watching Cyril inspect the progress of everyone making potions.

The little troll corrected the potter kid's little movement of tapping his wand against the edge of the cauldron; and praised Draco for his skillful side-cutting technique; Grinding the serpent's teeth expertly.

Snape snorted coldly in his heart, feeling that Cyril was too careful.But looking at the small note of experimental precautions at hand, he felt that this was the little monster in his heart.

He looks carefree and carefree, but in fact he can see everything in his eyes, and his heart is like a mirror, very transparent.

In detail, it feels like a 120-count suit wool fabric, which is soft and delicate.

At the end of a class, 90.00% of the students in a classroom have submitted satisfactory works.Cyril gave a few outstanding students (such as Xiaolongbao and Little Harry), and each added two points as a reward.

After class, Neville lingered behind, while Professor Snape sat motionless in the last row, showing no intention of leaving.

Cyril called Neville to his side, said a few words in a low voice, and patted him on the shoulder again.

The round-faced boy kept his head down, unable to see his expression clearly, and finally raised his head slowly, his dark eyes looked gentle and resolute: "Is what you said true?"

"The sentences are true."

"Our family... including me, was always worried that I was a squib before receiving the notification from Hogwarts."

"There is a saying in my hometown: great talents bloom late, and wise men speak late."

"My grandma always thought I was thankful I got into Gryffindor..."

"I used to be in our school there, and every time I was in English and math, the whole class was the bottom of the class. But my dad would still secretly buy me a small car model after the parent meeting. Let me stuff it in my schoolbag and play secretly at night."

"You still want to hold a parent-teacher meeting? Do you want to rank in the exam?"

"Yes, but it's not actually a ranking, but there are so many people in the class, and everyone's grades are better than mine." Cyril made a face after speaking.

"I really can't imagine, if I don't know English, how to chant the spell." Neville stammered and murmured.

"So, you didn't lose at the starting line. On the contrary, your future is bright. And you have to believe that no matter what you do, your parents love you, and you will become their pride." Cyril pretended to be deep and said .

"So is it true? In fact, the wand didn't dislike me, nor did my father...Is it because I don't trust it or myself enough?"

Neville gently stroked the wand in his hand that looked obviously worn, but was well maintained.

"Yes. You think about it. I hope you can get along well with your wand next time in Potions class."

……

Neville came out of the cellar and trotted out of the corridor to the stairs.

There were a few Gryffindors waiting for him there - all his roommates.

The Gryffindor dormitory is a four-person room. Although these roommates would occasionally dislike him for being clumsy as a joke, they never abandoned him at critical moments.

"How is it? What did Assistant Coach McClain say?" Simon immediately approached and asked.

"Well...he talked a lot..." Neville's face remained flushed.

"Did you say something cool again?" The red-haired lion cub Ron's blue eyes sparkled.

Neville thought about what McLean's assistant teacher said, "Muggle mathematics and English are always at the bottom of the rope", "I can't understand English well"...

He nodded silently, then shook his head again.

Ron walked in front. He was slightly taller than the people around him, so he also took big steps. At this moment, he imitated the speech of McLean's assistant, and deliberately lowered his voice: "How do you say that? It's so handsome." !Rule [-]: In my class, please obey my instructions.

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"But he also looks fierce, and he graduated from Slytherin." Dean was still a little scared.

"He's really nice." Neville shyly showed a small smile.

"He gave Gryffindor extra points. Fred said that the previous professor never gave Gryffindor extra points." Ron was deeply immersed in his Potions teacher's somewhat handsome fanboy state.

"That's right... Hurry up, it's time to eat, and you won't be able to grab today's special dishes any later!"

"Oh yes! Today there are chicken tacos and char siew buns! Hurry up!"

A group of Gryffindor cubs scrambled to the Great Hall.

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As soon as Neville left, Snape stood up and went forward to tidy up the teaching supplies on the podium with Cyril.

Cyril looked at the man beside him, his gray-green eyes sparkling: "How is it, Professor Snape. Am I doing okay?"

Snape snorted softly, and said insincerely: "Too much management, it's not like a potions class, it's like a lecture for the introduction of young wizards."

The white fox boy casually placed the lesson plan in his hand on the side of the table, swooped down, and directly hung himself on the wizard beside him.

Wrapping his hands around the other's neck, he rubbed his cheek against the wizard's chin.

The white fox boy fully trusted his partner's physical strength and waist strength, and unceremoniously hung himself on it.

Snape had just had his face shaved this morning, but upon closer inspection, there was still a bit of blue stubble on his chin. Cyril felt that his side of his face was itchy, and narrowed his eyes.

"Praise me, I didn't mess up the first class."

Cyril "tweeted" on the wizard's mouth by the way.

Snape firmly supported the young man's lean waist with both hands, and a thin layer of muscle directly transmitted the touch to his hands through the dark green suit.

The wizard lowered his head, and gave the little fox in his arms a light kiss on the forehead, without saying a word.

Cyril accepted the silent reward with her eyes closed, and then pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I still want to kiss!"

"Didn't you kiss it?" Snape laughed dumbly.

"I want you to take the initiative to kiss!"