Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril blinked, she was too busy recently, so busy that it seemed that Mr. Black and his partner had been a thing of the last life.

Severus brought it up now, and it dawned on him that Dumbledore seemed to be talking about it not too long ago.

Looks like a vampire hair can be obtained from Mr. Black's mate.

Thinking of this, I remembered the fluff of the phoenix's belly and the scales of the basilisk that I just got a few days ago-for this reason, the minibus ate several lambs on the grounds that it was physically and mentally damaged.

"Severus, can we start preparing the Soul Eater potion?"

Cyril was sitting at the dining table opposite Snape, had already washed his hands, and took a swig of the juice at hand.

"Drink slowly." Snape took the juice glass from Cyril's hand.

He went on to say: "Actually, I'm almost ready, and the first stage can start at any time. Now apart from the previous problem, it's still the same, it's the voluntary donation of blood from unicorns. But I don't think the problem is that big. If you have time in a few days, you can talk to Hagrid and see if there is anything you can do."

Snape replaced the steak he had cut on his plate in front of Cyril, took the steak in front of the boy, and began to cut it himself.

"I'll also let the potion material stores at home pay attention."

Cyril squinted her eyes and picked up a piece of steak, eating contentedly.

Snape snorted softly, "Then the meeting is settled."

……

The next day, Saturday.

Cyril thought they would meet at Black's old house where the moon was dark and the wind was high.

However, the little Black couple set the time and place of the meeting in a private kitchen of Muggles in London.

"I can definitely go out in this suit, and then use Transfiguration to solve all problems. Or it's not impossible for Muggles to ignore the spell." The wizard curled his lips and let out a breath from his tall and big nose.

"But I think we both wear the same clothes. Where is it? The suit I bought last time, the one I bought together?... I remember it's in this closet... Aha! I found it!"

Snape stood by the door with arms folded, watching Cyril rummage through his closet with distaste, and finally took out a dark gray slim-fit Muggle suit.

"How about it, it's the same style as mine! Except there's a slight difference between here and the cuffs, it's a couple outfit made in heaven!"

Cyril was wearing a big T-shirt, with bare legs, and was gesturing on his body with a longer suit than his own.

Snape looked at Cyril's smooth, white and straight long legs in a puzzled way, and snorted.

Actually, Cyril did it on purpose.

——Run here with disheveled clothes on purpose.

On weekends, he locked the door of the office, and his room was connected to Snape's by a door. The white fox boy came here wearing a big cartoon T-shirt. Ruth looks for clothes.

When he came, he was ready to be driven back by Severus for various reasons at any time.However, for the first time, Severus didn't say anything, just replaced the bedroom floor with a white, fluffy carpet - this was how Cyril was treated when he was a little fox.

Cyril seemed to have obtained some kind of permission, and unceremoniously "kicked his nose to his face", bent over and raised his legs, jumped up and down, and used various postures to find a "missing suit" with extreme exaggeration.

Snape was expressionless, looking calmly at his little troll propping up a long leg, with his left leg half-kneeling and his right leg straightened behind him. The tense leg muscles were not protruding, but they were cute.

The white fox boy's ankle is slender but not delicate, and there are two lovely depressions at the position of the Achilles tendon. When people look at it, they want to wrap it with their palms and pinch it.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up slightly, and then he straightened it up quickly. He folded his arms and looked at Cyril in the bottom drawer where there were sundries, looking for... a suit that was afraid of getting wrinkled?

Tsk!There was so much movement that the hem of the T-shirt was going to be gone in no time.

It's too obvious, it's a foul.

But Snape was no ordinary man.

Cyril forgot that besides being a Potions Master, Hogwarts Potions Professor and Slytherin Headmaster, his partner was once an excellent double agent.

Or the kind of double agent who walks between the greatest White Wizard and Dark Lord of recent times.

Seeing that there seemed to be little hope of hooking up this morning, Cyril didn't want to fight, so he quickly pulled out the suit hanging on it, helped Severus take it out, and secretly encouraged himself to work harder next time.

What was that Muggle saying?

——There is no wood that cannot be touched, only matches that do not work hard. (Cyril himself is serious, talking nonsense)

There is ample time.

Cyril didn't suddenly become enlightened in some aspects, he was a normal boy.It's just that it's developed... a little later, and it still has the blood of white fox and wizard.

His first charming dream was when he was 15 years old. At that time, he was still silly and confused about his feelings, and the faces of the people in the dream were blurred.The feeling of the body is still there, but I don't remember the specific details.

Most of all, he doesn't remember dreams very well.

Often, it is a big dream and wakes up.The moment he opened his eyes, he had already forgotten more than half of the dream he had had, and if he was in a trance for a while, he washed his underwear and brushed his teeth, and he didn't remember anything at all.

Benny educated him about this stuff, boys, puberty, when he was 13.So he did two full years of ideological construction.When that day really comes, Cyril has a sense of relief that has finally come, this feeling is more than the ignorance and subtlety when he was young.

At that time, a 15-year-old boy was lying on the bed with his eyes open. The boy recalled the person in his dream, and both men and women could not remember clearly.

Maybe... probably a man?

Then there is the busy schoolwork.Cyril felt that he might really be a little sexually frigid, or that he was influenced by someone around him, so calm and terribly abstinent.

The last time this matter was clearly mentioned was Lin Jiu's letter, talking about the problem of estrus, and then got busy again...

It wasn't until chatting with another intern in the inpatient department yesterday that I realized... It seems that this kind of treatment is relatively rare?

That intern Jamie was a boy who was a year out of Ravenclaw.He has a fiancé who is a Hufflepuff.

The fate is very strange. Strictly speaking, Jamie is two years older than Cyril, but the two of them never spoke a word at school, but they knew each other and had a good relationship when they came to the hospital.

Cyril has met Jamie's partner, to be precise, he can see him after get off work - Jamie's husband, Jasper, will come to pick him up and wait downstairs.

Jamie and Jasper are classmates in the same class, and they have been in love since the third grade, which can be regarded as a long-distance love race.This year, the two discussed to get married as soon as Jamie became a regular.

Jamie is very talkative, he treats Cyril like a younger brother, and he is a very nice person.The two quickly became acquainted within two days.Jamie's fiancé, Jasper, delivered Jamie to the inpatient floor for the first time on Friday morning.

The two of them muttered and groaned for a long time in the corridor in front of the office. When Cyril passed by holding the medical records, he seemed to see Jamie slapping Jasper angrily...

Very greasy...

Even Cyril, who is usually clingy with her older partner, can't stand it.

For lunch, for the first time, Jamie did not eat his favorite black pepper beef tenderloin spaghetti, but ordered a bowl of light oatmeal and a little potato salad that was comparable to breakfast.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Cyril asked with concern.

"Um... well, you know, Jasper is always in the wrong place sometimes."

Jamie shrugged, speaking frankly.

"..."

When it took half a minute to understand what the other party was talking about, Cyril wanted to say that he was not experienced and didn't understand very well.

Jamie ate a bit of mashed potato salad and looked up to see Cyril's embarrassed expression, very surprised.

"No way... You, don't you have a partner? And according to you, the two have known each other for a long time?"

Jamie's tone sounded like Muggle Columbus discovering the New World of America.

"..."

Cyril pinched the pizza in her hand, not knowing how to answer this sentence.

"Are you so innocent, Cyril?"

Jamie put down the tableware in his hand, his light-colored eyes were full of curiosity and amusement that couldn't be concealed.

"Ah... He, he said I was still young. Probably..."

Cyril never told Jamie who his partner was, but only said that he had a partner when asked.Everyone defaulted that his partner might be from China.

"He's older than you?" Jamie hit on the point.

Cyril looked at Jamie's gentle light-colored eyes, swallowed "you might know this person", and nodded thoughtfully, without saying anything else.

"How big is it?"

"A little over 13 years old."

"Wow! Then he must know a lot." Jamie said meaningfully.

The innocent Cyril didn't understand for a moment, so he nodded and commented pertinently: "He is very knowledgeable."

Jamie closed his mouth and looked at Cyril hesitantly.He didn't speak slowly until he saw Cyril feeling uneasy, "You guys have known each other for so long...did he do anything to you?"

Cyril recalled it again, first smiled sweetly, and then said shyly: "He treats me very well, we... sometimes kiss."

"Hmm, then what?"

Jamie took a sip of porridge casually, threw the spoon back into the bowl, obviously disliked such a bland lunch, and began to concentrate on gossip.

"Then..." Cyril widened her big gray-green eyes, with a pure and ignorant expression.

"My God, you guys are really...then have you ever been with someone else before?"

"No." Cyril replied firmly.

"What about him? Before him?"

Cyril hesitated for a moment, then shook his head again.

Jamie leaned back hard on the back of the chair, gritted his teeth again, changed positions, and continued to collapse.

"Are you sure he really loves you?"

"Sure."

"Is he...not good? Or am I mistaken, you two like...emmmm...you take the initiative, the one above? But I really can't tell..."

Jamie scanned Cyril up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on his too beautiful face, muttering to himself.

"Then what...is it necessary?" Cyril was afraid that Jamie would say something earth-shattering again, so he quickly changed the subject.

"How should I put it? This kind of thing is natural...Jasper and I, in the fourth grade, cough. But at that time we usually used our hands secretly, not out of line...You know our family has a medical family, my parents put Health is more important than anything else, we don't dare to take it too far...then the first time, really, was after the 6th grade Yule Ball. Jasper was stupid and almost screwed up...and then we just kept That's it. It's normal."

Cyril felt that he was the one who discovered the New World of America.

What has he missed all these years? ? ?

Probably because Cyril's expression was too "complicated", Jamie carefully added: "Maybe it's true, because your partner is older than you and thinks more about it?"

Cyril felt that Jamie's tone was full of insincere comfort.

"Perhaps... you usually... who takes the initiative?" After Xi Ruier asked, his face felt a little hot.

It was probably because Cyril was too innocent, which made the old driver Jamie feel a little embarrassed.

"Are they all? Sometimes I will... take the initiative. But usually it's him. I usually just need to show a little hint, and Jasper will be more excited..."

Like last night—Jamie swallowed that half sentence.

"Then, then...how do you usually...behave? I'm just asking casually. If it's not convenient for you, you can say it's all right."

"Uh...emmm... there's nothing I can't say, I'm just a little embarrassed? It's nothing. In fact, I'm an adult, and I'm a doctor again. It's like touching his sensitive areas, or... wearing a more ...clothes dangling in front of him, a white shirt or his big T-shirt, or..."

Jamie muttered for a long time, and Cyril's face became more and more red.

Then, with all kinds of indescribable pictures in his arms.

Cyril gave it a try the next morning.

Turns out, maybe Severus didn't like that?

Or this T-shirt is too unattractive... Cyril lowered his head and pulled the big Mickey Mouse T-shirt on his body.

It's okay, take your time...

Jamie's way more.

The youthful Cyril secretly clenched his fists in his heart.