Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"McLean, Professor Snape is looking for you."

"OK, thanks."

"Password? Little handsome guy." Medusa at the door changed her hairstyle and was winking wildly at Cyril.

"Mandrake. You're looking great today, lady."

"Giggle, what a sweetheart. The password is correct."

"Professor, you are looking for me." Cyril walked into the very familiar office.

"Sit down. I hope Mr. McLean can cherish the time next time, instead of flaunting his poor English at the door and complimenting women."

Snape was only wearing a white shirt today, which was tightly tucked into his trousers, revealing his lean waist.He sat on one of the sofa chairs with his legs crossed, holding an ancient sheepskin letter in his hand. His expression did not match the words he spoke, but he was very peaceful.

This at least shows that the professor is in a good mood today, Cyril thought silently.

Sitting obediently opposite Snape, Cyril looked up and saw the letter in the professor's hand.He had seen that book before, and the title was "Prince's Powerful Potion" or "Prince's Powerful Potion".

The boy is more willing to believe that the name of the Codex is the former. If a potion book is called Prince, it is too secondary Tom Su...

Snape casually clicked his wand, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared beside the boy, and a cup of black coffee appeared beside him.

"Have you packed your things back home for Christmas?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Come to the office at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll take you to the Ministry of Magic to take the International Fireplace."

"Ok."

The wizard pulled his gaze away from the book, and took a critical look at the boy in front of him.

The weather in December, the heating of the castle was very powerful, the boy only wore a thin sweater and a white shirt under the black robe, his legs were surprisingly thin, and only a pair of woolen trousers, a slender and pale ankle was exposed after sitting down.

"Wear more tomorrow."

"Ok, alright, Thanks."

The boy expressed difficulty adjusting to Snape's frank concern for a while.

"Your father wrote to say that the weather in China is cold."

Added to the sorcerer's obscurity.

The mixed-race boy narrowed his beautiful eyes with a smile, and answered obediently while holding a warm milk tea:

"Good professor."

Early the next morning, Cyril appeared in the cellar on time, this time he refrained from talking to Miss Portrait, although the portrait himself seemed to want to say a few more words with him.

Snape didn't wear a black wizard robe this time, but a dark woolen overcoat, and his hair no longer seemed to stick to his cheeks, but was a little fluffy.Paired with a pair of thick-soled dragon leather boots, if you ignore the poker face that has not changed for thousands of years, it looks like a delicate young man.

Coincidentally, Cyril, who was about to go home, also took off the Hogwarts black robe that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and wore a short light-colored thick woolen coat with a circle of fluffy fur on the collar. A pair of thick boot pants tucked into the snow boots of the same color looks exquisite and cute.

Snape's hand that was tying the scarf paused, the half-blood troll in front of him looked extremely beautiful, the light-colored clothes matched his complexion, and the curly hair ends under the woolen hat were curled up in all directions, because of his young age And the big gray-green eyes on his androgynous face were full of excitement.

Tsk!Old McLean would give birth, and his son was as pretty as a little girl.

The wizard murmured silently in his heart, wrapped the scarf around again, and fastened it tightly.

The boy's small suitcase was shrunk down again.

"Follow me, throw a handful of Floo powder and call Spider's End. MUST Speak clearly."

"Spider trunk?"

"Lane! Forget it, you come first, I'll watch you."

Cyril, who was always disliked, grabbed his small box tightly, and stood in the fireplace eagerly, feeling the dark sight of the professor, bit the bullet and grabbed a handful of cinder-like Floo powder, and shouted:

"Spider's End!" and sprinkled the cinders and floo powder in his hand on his feet.

In an instant, Cyril seemed to be sucked into the huge socket hole, his body seemed to be spinning rapidly... The whistling sound beside his ears was deafening, he wanted to open his eyes, but the swirling green flames made him feel dizzy.

Merlin, who never gets motion sickness, seems to be about to vomit.

Fortunately, Merlin heard his cry for help, and the rotation finally stopped, and then he felt himself face down on the cold stone ground.

The nose seemed to be broken... A strong soreness and warm current came from the nostrils.In an instant, the cute boy burst into tears.

It's good to move my hands, but my hands are also sharply painful.Hmm...the suitcase was also thrown away, I don't know if it's loose...

The boy suddenly touched his pocket. Fortunately, Ping An was not crushed under his body, but seemed to be thrown out. A small blue-green turtle was struggling on all fours on the ground in the distance.

A powerful big hand pulled the boy up from the ground, and a piece of cloth helped him hold his bleeding nose.

"Head up." Snape's deep voice was right next to his ear.

Cyril raised her head obediently, and half leaned against the wizard behind her, a familiar scent of medicine mixed with the hot smell of blood rushed into her nostrils.

The scent of this medicine is very familiar, Cyril thought in a daze.

"Well……"

"Don't talk yet. Come and sit down."

Snape led the boy to one of the sofas in the house without any explanation.Oh, this sofa is hard ass.

"Uh... that." The boy sat down and twisted his buttocks, trying to speak again.

"...What are you going to say?" The wizard sighed helplessly.

"……Safety……"

"Hold it yourself." The warlock grabbed Cyril's wrist and let him press his nose, then got up to pick up the claw with its feet upturned.

The moment Snape got it in his hand, he was a little speechless. After staying with the little monster Cyril for a long time, he almost forgot that he could directly use his wand to summon the little Ao on the ground.

Merlin knew that the moment he stepped out of the fireplace, he saw the little half-blood troll lying on the floor, and his heart felt a little tugged.

He has always controlled his emotions very well.Calmness and insensitivity are synonymous with him.Although it usually seems that Professor Snape is never happy, that's because of his own personality.

However, after McLean entered the school, based on his friendship with the little troll's father, the old McLean, he was willing to pay more attention to the old senior's only son.

Thinking about the whole semester, the two of them could be regarded as facing each other day and night, and they also had more affection as a master and apprentice. Giving more attention meant that I would pay more care. Sure enough, I always wanted to take care of him more.

At this time, the Snake King had a vague premonition that in the coming seven years, he probably would have to worry more about this half-race boy named Cyril.

However, the man who has always been calm and self-sufficient has not yet realized that he has subconsciously pulled this boy to the side of his "own people".

Snape shoved Ping An back into the boy's hand angrily, then went to the potions room in the basement to take two bottles of wound potions.

As for using advanced trauma magic gel on the wrestling little troll, probably because he didn't want him to go home with a swollen nose.

Taking the boy's hand away, Snape used his wand to clean the boy up briefly, and then directly applied the gel thickly on the bridge of the nose.

The cooling gel penetrated the skin, relieving the swelling of the boy's nose, and the bleeding stopped.The wizard sprinkled bai xian on the boy's palm again.

Looking at the slowly healing wound, Snape had to admit that the boy in front of him was really thin and tender, amazingly tender.own floor

Although it is not as gorgeous and high-end as the natural whole block of magic-cut marble in Malfoy's house, it is definitely not the uneven gravel road like the casual road outside.Falling like this is considered a technique.

As soon as the situation eased, the boy turned his gaze to the handkerchief in the palm of his left hand.

The cloth that Professor Snape used to stop the bleeding just now was a handkerchief.

To be exact, it was a dark silk handkerchief, with silver dark patterns faintly visible. What surprised him most was not the handkerchief itself, but the brand on the handkerchief was a very famous Muggle brand, and my mother wanted to buy their bags last year. .

Now this precious handkerchief is covered with nosebleeds, and it is basically scrapped.

Cyril couldn't help feeling sorry for the luxury in his hands.