Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"To be honest, I was always surprised when I read the letter. I just thought that little Harry had a low self-esteem, but I never thought that he was sick."

Kuaiyin, as always, was dressed in clothes with exaggerated aesthetics, and the eye-catching windproof goggles were taken off. It was the first time that Cyril observed him carefully without the hindrance of glasses, and found that there was also a man with handsome features in front of him.

Probably because the previous clothes, hairstyle and various accessories were too eye-catching, which made it easy to ignore his own appearance.

"Actually, his problem is related to the magic of our world, not a physical or mental illness. I think his low self-esteem is more caused by his living environment." Cyril explained gently.

Kuaiyin nodded half-understood, and he didn't seem to be an inquisitive person. He just stretched out a fist and slapped Cyril's shoulder like a good buddy.

"Anyway, it's a pleasure to see you all, and the thought of seeing little Harry again makes me even happier! When are we going?"

Snape, who had been standing silently on the side, said at the right time: "Anytime, we use the Portkey. Headmaster Dumbledore kindly sponsored."

A silver snuff bottle gleamed in the wizard's finger.

……

The destination of the three was Dumbledore's headmaster's office, and the old man was already waiting for them.

"It just so happens that today is the school-level Quidditch trial. The four school teams are all on the court, and most of the children are outside the castle. But I did some research, and when I did the experiment later, I opened up a small space along the road alone, so that It won't disturb the students, what do you think?"

All three said there was no problem.

"Then let Cyril try this spell. I heard that you have been studying space magic with Severus." Principal Dumbledore smiled and stroked his mustache, as well as the one tied on the white beard. Tiny Chinese knots - just right for his dark red Gryffindor-style robes.

What is this feeling of being suddenly checked by the teacher for homework? ——Syril complained silently in her heart.

"Albus, I'm a little unsure, because I actually asked Severus to teach two simple introductory spells last month on a whim." Cyril smiled awkwardly.

The people around him spoke in a low voice, and if they didn't make any noise, it was a blockbuster: "Then I feel that my talent is overwhelming, and I can become a master of space magic in the next second."

The black-haired and black-eyed wizard tightly pursed his mouth after he finished speaking. Apparently, he himself realized that he was joking in front of outsiders.

It's so indecent...

Cyril wrinkled his nose, held back and rolled his eyes, and said helplessly, "Albus, let Severus come, my level is at most an amateur assistant."

Dumbledore laughed out loud, didn't insist, just made a casual gesture with you.

Cyril and a few people appeared at the place where the second-stage potion was about to be placed, watched Severus seriously arrange the scene, and suddenly turned his head: "Albus, why do you know everything about me so well?" quick?"

If someone asks this sentence, the onlookers will probably gasp for that person, because no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like questioning or questioning. If you think about it deeply, you can vaguely figure out a kind of dissatisfaction with being "overly concerned" .

But the meaning of this sentence is different when it comes out of Cyril's mouth. There is a mischievous and sly smile on the corner of the white fox boy's mouth, and there is a subtle curiosity in the gray-green big eyes. The tone is complete trust and a kind of "" Be pampered and proud" cute little complaint.

Sure enough, Dumbledore's brows and eyes became more loving, his blue eyes blinked, his body slightly tilted towards the young man beside him, and he whispered: "Someone can't help but bring a sentence or two when reporting work, and there is a line between the lines. A kind of humble pride... In fact, he didn't know about it himself, but everyone around him felt it, and everyone—I mean the others, was quite surprised at first."

Cyril listened with a blank face, but her white and tender ears became more and more red, and there was a tendency to be red to transparent.

No wonder I always feel that Professor McGonagall looks at me strangely recently!

Professor Sprout whispered to him that time when he handed her butter for breakfast: "Come on!"

God knows he didn't wake up that day, thinking Professor Sprout was as sleepy as he was.I mistakenly said "thank you butter" for "come on"...

There is also Professor Quirrell, who wants to find a chance to chat with himself at the beginning of school.Recently, when I saw him across a 20-meter corridor, I walked in the other direction.

Now that I think about it, it must have been a hint from this fellow Severus...

The white fox boy stood aside, and a sentence suddenly came to his mind: There are three things in this world that cannot be hidden: cough, poverty and love.

Cough cough cough.The white fox boy tried his best to hold the corner of his upturned mouth.

"Cyril, Mr. Snape is calling for you."

Kuaiyin beside him poked the boy's arm.

Cyril came back to his senses, just in time to see Severus' dark eyes looking over, with eyes full of words: "What time is it, are you still acting stupid?"

After the scene was set up, Kuaiyin walked along the road twice and tried it out.Severus took out a small tube of indicator, which was a small prop he made himself, using some unusual materials.

Once in contact with the air, the indicator will show different colors according to the subtle changes in the air. It is actually used by Severus to explore the weak pH and humidity in the air, because some potions are indeed very demanding.

Now it is just right to test the speed of Kuaiyin.

Because the indicator is really very sensitive, one layer of color will change when exposed to different air, and then quickly precipitate, and the new layer will be exposed to new air again... and so on and on... If you spend 10 yuan with this tube of indicator After walking through Hogwarts Castle and going down one floor, walking to the lawn, you can see a rainbow of test tubes with layers of rich colors.

Kuaiyin put on the goggles, held the uncapped test tube in his hand, reconfirmed the destination, and finally opened the cap to set off.

Seeing an afterimage, Cyril clicked her lips in amazement.

When the remaining three wizards appeared at the door of Head Slytherin's office a few minutes later, they happened to be looking at the silver-haired man standing next to Medusa holding a test tube and observing.

There are only two layers of colors in the test tube in the man's hand, one pink and one blue.There is a clean blank in the middle, which has a one-size-fits-all perfect effect.

This is the best ending.

"Mr. Quicksilver, can you always maintain this speed?" Dumbledore asked happily, looking at the test tube in his hand with admiration.

"No problem. So that's what it means?"

Quicksilver was chewing a piece of bubble gum—the one that Dumbledore gave him in the headmaster's office just now, the taste was very in line with his aesthetics——Midsummer Night's Fascination.

Yes, Principal Dumbledore said that this taste is called Midsummer Night's Fascination, and it's hard for him to describe it specifically.But chewing in the mouth feels like a whole summer of insects chirping, heat waves and sea breeze.

"Can I meet baby Harry?"

Quicksilver returned the test tube to Severus, then rubbed his hands happily.

……

When little Harry dragged little Draco to Cyril's office, Quicksilver and Ping An were rolling on the beige plush carpet.

Cyril's office is unexpectedly very simple, with a light-colored solid wood desk and bookcase, a leather sofa of the same style as Snape's office, and huge windows—the handsome and skilled Mr. Riel used space magic to specially move a window facing the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest, with an extremely wide view.

The office that doesn't feel too big is tripled because of this window.

Just entering this office, no one would think that this is the room of a young teenager without knowing what Cyril himself said—it is too simple, without any decoration.

But only Cyril himself and Severus knew that the usage rate of this room was extremely low. He would go straight to Severus' office after he came back from class every day; More directly, the fireplace is connected to Head Slytherin's office.

"Hope this friend of yours is amazing enough to warrant another dinner with Uncle Severus on my perfect Saturday, especially since Uncle Severus clearly doesn't want us to be light bulbs."

Harry was anxious to see Quicksilver, and was running ahead. His hair grew long again this time, and Draco strongly suggested that he should learn from Dean Snape to get a small pinch.As he was bouncing up and down with his steps, it looked like a little fluffy tail.

"What light bulb?"

Little Harry turned his head belatedly when turning a corner, and looked at his friend in shock.

"Uncle Severus and brother Cyril's light bulb."

Xiaolong straightened his slippery wizard robe, which was not wrinkled.

"...Wait, he, they...are you kidding me!"

Little Harry's emerald green eyes were full of panic, and he couldn't even speak easily.

"Oh, just pretend you haven't heard of anything."

Xiaolongbao replied dryly.

Harry is still a baby, he just wants to be happy.

The dinner was unexpectedly harmonious, and Doudou set up a big round table in Cyril's office.

Cyril asked Doudou to prepare a small hot pot, the kind of small pot for each person - the hot pot utensils were provided by McLean's butler, the elf biscuit.

His own is mildly spicy, while his friends have tomatoes and mushrooms, and Professor Snape also has mushrooms. Only Mr. Kuaiyin first insisted on trying Cyril's mildly spicy pot, and then politely asked the domestic children to eat it. The elf was replaced by a tomato pot.

Professor Snape was very face-saving, with no expression on his face from the beginning to the end, but Cyril could feel his relaxation——Syril guessed that it was because of the success of the experiment just now (Xiao Hu & Xiao Long Bao: no expression means The best expression, hey!), Cyril greeted everyone how to taste the Chinese food of "do-it-yourself well-fed".

The dinner table was very lively, not only because there were children, but also because of Kuaiyin, who was like a huge kid who couldn't grow up, full of just-right curiosity about everything about Harry.

Although Xiaolongbao has done a good job of "subtle thought reform" in dealing with people in the past two years, especially with the addition of the typical Slytherin traits of protecting the short-term, adhering to the principle of "little Harry's good friend is my good friend" , and Kuaiyin also get along harmoniously.

In the evening, the time is approaching the curfew.

Harry took Quicksilver and the others to send his big friend to Principal Dumbledore's office.

As usual, it was the silver snuff bottle. Headmaster Snape was in charge of sending the person back, while Cyril was in charge of sending the two first-year buns back to the cellar. The division of labor was very clear.

Before Kuaiyin left, he was very happy to receive a large box of bubblegum mixed with various flavors as a gift from Principal Dumbledore.

Little Harry held Quicksilver's hand with some reluctance, pursed his lips, his face puffed up.I feel that I have a lot of words in my heart that I want to share with my big friends, and I don’t know what to say when I am leaving. I feel that it is a waste of time to say each sentence separately.I had no choice but to comfort myself in my heart that I had written everything I wanted to say in the letter to Kuaiyin.

But he always felt that it was different to say it face to face...

"Oh my god. I almost forgot to give you this."

Quicksilver touched his pocket left and right, and little Harry silently let go of his claws, and looked at the "big silver-haired boy" in front of him with some expectation.

Quicksilver took out a small silver pendant from his pocket, with a small snake on it, and the snake's eyes were green gemstones - very similar in color to Harry's eyes.

"I asked someone to do this for me. I heard that your academy logo is a snake, so...it's not a particularly valuable metal, but it's kind of cute."

Harry blinked his big eyes, looking at the little guy in his hand.

……

Time shifted to a week ago, in the seaside city of Westchester, USA, it was already late at night.

The "family" (three men) had just had dinner 4 hours ago.

Eric was wearing a regular dark two-piece pajamas, and was about to hug a pillow to chat with a certain professor and talk about life.Unexpectedly, I ran into the eldest son wandering in the corridor.

Eric touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and stuttered to hand over his loving father: "Aren't you up so late?"

Kuaiyin was thinking about finding him, so he was naturally happy to meet him in the corridor.He scratched his head in confusion, then made the first official request for help he and Dad had ever known.

"Can I trouble you to make a small thing for me? I have already found the materials and drawn the blueprints, but I am not at ease after looking for several people..."

Of course Eric would not refuse. In fact, seeing the pattern drawn in his hand, he suppressed his curiosity and slowly manipulated it with the metal with a little iron element that he had prepared before.

In the end, the little snake's eyes were installed by Kuaiyin himself.

……

Cyril walked behind, and the two small animals walked in front. The three of them stopped chatting along the way, because it was curfew time after all.

Watching the two small animals climb into the door of the Slytherin common room, Cyril walked back calmly.He planned to go back and put on a robe, tonight it was his turn to watch the night with Severus, the temperature had cooled down recently, so he had to wear an extra robe, and the provincial Severus kept nagging beside him.

Ten minutes later, the closed lounge door was opened from the inside again, and the two small animals that should have returned to the room crept out again.

"Merlin, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that they should already be waiting in the showroom." A little bun wearing a snake pendant muttered softly.

"I can't imagine that they actually made an appointment tonight! I just glanced at the brochure given by Senior White, saying that the curfew patrol tonight is the dean!"

Platinum Baozi, who was also squatting beside her, crazily lowered her voice and complained frantically.

"Let's act according to the situation. If we really can't do it, we'll leave early. It's fine to change another day. To be honest, I'm feeling really strong now. I didn't think I ate so much just now."

"You put it this way... I feel like the slice of boiled potato that I ate last is in my throat."

"Oh, Merlin, don't describe it any more, the last thing I ate was hot pot noodles, and I felt like they were expanding..."