Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The remaining four small animals were directly dragged by Hermione to the next classroom for a meeting.

Xiaolongbao Malfoy originally wanted to walk away, but seeing his good friend Harry who was actively participating, he could only curl his lips and follow. Harry is his brother, so he had to cover up, in case he was caught What if the mindless Gryffindor bullied him?

Neville was completely taken aback by Hermione, who looked like a queen. Hermione told him to go east, and he didn't even dare to look west.

Ron's thoughts were even simpler, if Malfoy didn't leave, he would never leave.

Of course, what's more, what if Neville gets bullied after he leaves? !

……

Cyril had no idea how lively the little animals were, and he and Severus had already started preparing the Soul Eater potion.

According to the previous request, the two of them went back and changed their clothes and started.

The low temperature underground in the east coincides with the potion operation room in the head Slytherin's office. Severus muttered with lingering fear while processing the scales of the minibus as required: "Thank you for not being on the 10th floor above ground in the west or east." I really can't imagine how miserable it would be to go to Dumbledore's office every day and boil potions in front of the Sorting Hat and that old phoenix."

"And I don't think Fox would like to see you make soup with his feathers, he'd probably freak out. Albus still has portraits on his office walls."

"Yes, the portrait is also a disaster. In the last meeting, I don't know who put the portrait of the former chairman in the hall, and the person who was boiling the potion in front of the painting happened to be Abraham."

"That Arabian rookie in potions? Oh! Merlin, what a disaster." Cyril sneered, with a gloating look on his face.

"Humph."

Snape put the basilisk scales into the copper cauldron, and also sneered.

"I remember that the topic of his rating was improved hemostatic agent-hemostatic agent happened to be the proud work of the previous chairman."

Cyril handed the cut sunflowers and dried nettles to the wizard next to him, and said sympathetically.

"So making potions should be done in a distraction-free environment."

Snape smirked and took the dried nettles.

"Pfft, can I know what that Abraham did at the end? Because there was one sentence mentioned in the report—disqualification."

"It's no big deal, he pierced the portrait with his wand. Then he was forked out by the security guard."

Snape deftly put the sun orchid in and stirred it four and a half times.

"why?"

"What why? Why is it crossed out? After all, it is a portrait of the former Potions Chairman..."

"What I'm talking about is why four and a half circles clockwise? I have studied this specifically, and the handbook didn't say how many circles to stir."

"It can be calculated using the stability principle and the reaction formula of magic molecules."

"I know that, but I calculated four circles." Cyril frowned.

"Have you forgotten the Benzirella effect among the four major effects, Mr. Achnatherum splendens? The superposition of two potion materials with completely opposite properties requires more than half a circle of magic power output." [44] "Oh! Merlin. I really forgot about this, mainly because potion ingredients with completely opposite properties are so rare! Basilisk scales and phoenix feathers!"

Cyril squeezed excitedly to Snape's side, trying to have an excited rub.

"Mr Achnatherum Brain, I know you're excited, but your poor Potions Master is making potions, please don't squeeze him, the cauldron is about to overturn."

"Sorry sorry, a little excited. You continue."

……

It took three days for everyone to receive a reply from Mr. Quicksilver. The amazing American gentleman explained that little Harry had gone to school a few days ago, and he was bored, so he went back to the United States to join his father and another He also counts as an informal dinner with familiar men.

Returning to find an owl hatching eggs on the roof of his house.

Dumbledore's explanation for this was that the owl delivering the letter could not fly to the international route, so it simply waited where it was. Fortunately, there were mice in the community to eat.

Mr. Quicksilver expressed his full support for Cyril and Principal Dumbledore's seeking help, and he is always available to help. Little Harry must be treated as soon as possible when he is sick.

So everyone discussed to let Kuaiyin come to school next weekend.

……

Another week passed.

on Tuesday.

Cyril rushed to Snape's office early in the morning, and after giving his partner a perfunctory kiss on the face, he quickly occupied the bathroom in the wizard's bedroom.

Even though there was no class that day, the strict Head Slytherin still kept the good habit of getting up early. At this moment, he was sitting at the temporary dining table in the office and reading the newspaper.

After shaking the newspaper and turning another page, the elderly wizard in only his shirt asked in a moderate voice, "I thought your room had a bathroom, Mr. McLean."

Cyril's voice came intermittently through the door, accompanied by the sound of tinkling bottles and cans colliding.

"I'm out of shaving cream. Where's yours, Mr. Snape? Please use your legs and arms to find it for me. I'm going to be late!"

Snape was holding the newspaper in his hand, resolutely refusing to move his noble buttocks an inch, he just tilted his mouth and directed: "In the old place, in the upper right-hand partition of the cabinet, the third bottle."

Cyril turned around for a while, there was a faint sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and then continued to shout angrily: "There are only two bottles on it, and none of them are shaving cream, Professor!!! Can't you do me a favor? Come and help ?”

The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard changed his sitting position, put the newspaper back on the table with a "tsk", then put on his home shoes, taking a leisurely stroll in the back garden, and finally appeared at the door of the bathroom half a minute later ——God knows that it will take ten seconds for Lucirel to turn into a fox and roll around.

"Ah, I forgot, I really wanted to put it in the basket in the cabinet below. Sorry."

Snape said not very sincerely.

Cyril glared angrily at the vile wizard beside him, and randomly pulled a small tug on the top of his head with a black rubber band, tied the overly long bangs together from bottom to top, with the bangs on his head On top, it looks like a baby whale spouting water.

Finally, the cedar-flavored shaving cream was rummaged out as expected. The boy wiped his chin eagerly, pouted his lips, and shaved bit by bit with his own razor.

"It's just a little bit of Mao Mao, so why go all out to find shaving cream in the morning? If I were you, I wouldn't waste that time. I might as well eat an extra fried egg to pad my stomach. You will have to take 2 hours of class later."

Severus spoke lightly, leaning against the door frame with folded arms to watch the joke.

"What... what little Mao Mao, I am... hiss..."

Cyril's gray-green eyes widened, and he retorted excitedly, but forgot the sharp blade in his hand, and suddenly a small cut was made on his white face by the slanted blade, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down Small wounds overflowed.

The wizard, who had been venomous just now, immediately stood up straight, supported his shoulders with one hand and lifted his chin with the other. He ignored the white shaving cream, and summoned a bottle of C magic potion with a wave of his wand.

Cyril opened his eyes and didn't have time to stop it, a drop of powerful wound medicine worth a quarter of a Sickle just dripped on the small wound.

Small wounds on the face heal quickly with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Snape sullenly, frowning, exuding depression, picked up the razor that Cyril had set aside, lifted the boy's chin and began to shave him himself--nothing at all The smell of ridicule.

Cyril blinked and was forced to lift his face by the other party. Seeing that the man's face was less than 20 centimeters away from him, he quietly swallowed.

Snape quickly and silently shaved Cyril's beard, which was originally lacking at all, then took the boy to his face, covered him with a towel, touched his fingers heavily, and there were faint marks, It is estimated that the wound will be completely invisible in a while.

"Are you angry."

Cyril put her head up and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, muttering indistinctly.

Snape didn't make a sound, and put the towel back where it was, but didn't look at Cyril who was holding him.

"Why am I still disgusted by your ugly face when I'm hurt?"

Cyril continued speaking pretending to be sad.

"No."

Snape helped the boy untie the little knot on the top of his head, and smoothed his messy hair.

"That's right."

The white fox boy meekly asked him to take care of his hair, feeling aggrieved.

Snape deeply felt that Cyril was his little sweetheart, which made him completely unable to resist, like now.

"I'm just a little angry with myself. I feel that I'm... living more and more. I shouldn't have teased you in the morning and joked with you. Your face is hurt."

The wizard with black hair and black eyes said dryly.

"But I like that you tease me...I also like that you shave me...you don't even let me shave you..."

Cyril's arms still did not loosen, his neck was raised, but his face was getting closer and closer to Severus.

The wizard's brows gradually loosened, he snorted coldly, and then pulled Cyril off his body.

Turning around and walking towards the dining table in the office, he left a sentence lightly: "I'm afraid that Mr. McLean's hands are used to using magic scalpels, and he will use the razor as a murder weapon."

Cyril chased after him in three steps at a time, threw himself on the wizard's back, buried his face in the position of the other's butterfly bone, and shouted shamelessly: "Severus, what are you talking about?! You are The more you live, the more you go back!"

Snape, who was caught, walked as usual, dragging a heavy sack and walking towards the dining table.

In the end, Mr. Snape, who was in a good mood, calmed down the furry little fox with a hearty breakfast and a good morning kiss before being late.

……

Cyril pursed the corners of his slightly swollen mouth, he no longer needed Professor Snape's supervision in his class, and at the moment he was patrolling the Potions classroom.

Today was potion practice, and with the "pre-class demonstration" he asked his classmates to do every time, everyone did it relatively smoothly.

However, Sirilton, who was standing at the table of Xiaoha and Xiaolongbao, stopped. The two little buns are not in good condition today, and they look very tired.