Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore turned his face and looked at the people around him: "Severus?"

Snape held the white fox in his hand and replied rationally: "I don't think there is any problem."

"Wait... that... in your hand???"

Kuaiyin pointed at the small animal in Snape's hand dumbfounded as if he had just discovered it.

"Ah, this is Cyril. Please keep his special skills a secret." Dumbledore blinked.

Harry stared into his big emerald eyes with a look of amazement: "Merlin, is this brother Cyril? This is also..."

The white fox turned Snape's head away from the "evil hand" that led him to turn into a puppy, and slowly said, "What's the matter? Too mighty, too beautiful?"

Harry stared at the talking fox in front of him, and didn't hold back a word for a long while.Finally, after a long time of humming, there was an "uh".

A talking white fox with brother Cyril's voice... This is... This is too cute! ——By the time Harry realized it, those people had already moved on to other topics.

"So tonight we will observe one more night... Next to the cellar, there happens to be... convenient to take care of, and Cyril's office... is connected. Kuaiyin can accompany you, that's fine. So, what's your opinion, Harry?"

Harry didn't hear all the previous conversations, it was intermittent.The last question was heard clearly.

Harry blinked dimly and nodded reflexively.

"Then it's settled, contact me anytime." Dumbledore clapped his hands happily.

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and looked at Cyril with concern: "Would you like a glass of honey milk, dear?"

Cyril flicked his tail and said slowly: "I don't need it for now, thank you. We should have a meal when we go back."

The old man rummaged through his drawer, put away the crown by the way, and asked casually, "Oh, do you want supper?"

The white fox shook his ears: "Well, it's actually dinner."

The old man patted his forehead: "Merlin's hat, I forgot about it. What do you want to eat?"

Severus answered abruptly, "I had Doudou prepare the meatballs and beef casserole."

"Wow!!!"

The white fox Cyril was the first to get excited, and his big tail swung into a husky.

"Oh!"

Harry was also a little excited. He was extremely nervous during the Christmas dinner, and in the end he was stuffed a little bit by Kuaiyin who couldn't swallow it. He is also very hungry now. Although he doesn't know what a casserole is, the hot pot last time was very good.

Quicksilver also became happy, and it was obvious that Harry was not the only one obsessed with hot pot.

Dumbledore looked at the juniors in confusion: "What is a casserole?"

"Come on, Albus, it's very comfortable to eat a hot bowl. Come with us. If you like, you can make a hot pot appointment next time. Let me tell you, eat hot pot with Severus It’s extremely boring, he doesn’t allow mandarin duck pot to be eaten, each person has a small pot each time, and he has no spirit of sharing at all... There is his own food in front of him, and he doesn’t let me pour duck blood into his mushroom soup pot... "

The white fox squatted on Snape's arm in a dignified posture, flicking its tail and talking, when suddenly a big hand pinched its mouth.

"...Mmmmm???"

"Let's go together, Albus. Otherwise he'll report all the dishes."

Snape said flatly.

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled, as if surprised.

The old man stared silently into Snape's impassive eyes for a few seconds, then smiled gratifiedly, stroked his beard, and expressed his willingness to go.

It was still the same round table, and in front of each person was a small evenly glazed earthenware casserole with a small lid——even after leaving the fire source, there was still an occasional pleasant sound of "gurgling" in it.

The aroma had already enveloped Cyril's entire office. Cyril sniffled, jumped out of Snape's arms in great satisfaction, and nimbly slipped into the bedroom along the wall with his big tail. .

After a while, a big boy in a sweater and sweatpants came out of the room. Everyone sat around the table and listened to Xi Ruier's introduction of how to eat casserole.

"The casserole dissipates heat very slowly, so it is likely that the soup in the pot is still half-boiling. At this time, the little cloth next to it lifted the lid..."

Before Cyril finished speaking, the people at the table could not wait to open the casserole in front of them and began to marvel at the rich contents in the pot.

Stewed cabbage hearts that are cooked but not rotten, plump and browned meatballs, flaky soft rotten beef, crystal clear potato flour, broth with a little bit of oil floating in it, and round and lovely tofu puffs that rise and fall with the bubbles.

"What is this? The fabled Muggle plastic?"

Curiously, Dumbledore rolled up a piece of potato flour with a fork and wanted to take a closer look, but the potato flour was too "cunning" and slipped back into the pot, almost splashing the soup on the old headmaster's beard.

"It's made of potatoes, something like noodles?" Cyril explained uncertainly.

The old man wiped his glasses, which were somewhat blurred by the heat, and exclaimed, "It's amazing!"

"Usually we put a little extra seasoning..."

Xi Ruier picked up the chili peppers in a small blue and white porcelain jar on the table, and handed it forward, but found that no one picked it up.

Seeing that the people at the table began to eagerly swallow with forks and spoons, Principal Dumbledore and Quicksilver still sucked their mouths from time to time, silently putting away their popular science.

With a smile in his eyes, Severus glanced at the little white fox who was unwilling to poke the meatballs in his casserole, calmly asked Doudou to bring everyone an extra serving of room temperature juice, shook his head, picked up the spoon, and slowly He took a sip of the soup.

Cyril was pleasantly surprised to find that besides the juice, there was a small plate of fried golden meatballs in front of him, the kind that didn't go into the soup.I picked one up with chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth. It was scorched and delicious, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Why does my professor know that I want to eat casserole?"

— This sentence was never a problem in Cyril's logic.

Severus doesn't seem to care about anything, even sometimes he will pretend not to hear you or deliberately dissatisfy what you ask for. It is even more impossible for him to take the initiative to ask your request.

The wizard is so willful, in fact, he also has the capital of willfulness.

Because his carefulness and understanding of Cyril have surpassed the normal scope of getting along with ordinary lovers.

In many cases, he has already prepared in advance even the things that Cyril himself has not thought about clearly.

As for the beef ball casserole... This detail comes from Cyril's mother Lin Jiu.

He has kept in touch with Cyril's family, especially Cyril's white fox mother, at a certain frequency. Sometimes it's just a brief report on the boy's recent situation, and sometimes it's about some trivial things that happened to them here.

Sounds pretty incredible, but it's true.

Before being with Cyril, Snape thought that even if he used the Cruciatus Curse to force him, he would not take the initiative to talk about these trivial daily life to a lady. Husband's housewife.

However, I don't know when the communication habit between him and Ms. Lin Jiu has been developed in this way.

Cyril didn't know about this. Although the boy would also write letters to his family, he was a big boy after all, and the frequency of communication was always uncertain.

To Lin Jiu, Snape's letters were more like Cyril's observation diary. Sometimes Lin Jiu would write back some of Cyril's unknown little habits, such as pestering Grandma Bai Zhi to make meatball casserole in winter nights, When grandma made croquettes, she followed them and ate them secretly.If you don't stare at him, you will find that half of the meatballs are gone after frying.

Lin Jiu probably knew about his relationship with Cyril, which is why he wrote the letter to Lin Jiu.

Adhering to the fine tradition of the White Fox Clan, Lin Jiu is cunning and shy away from the world, sees through without telling the truth, doesn't get involved, doesn't prompt, just waits and sees.

This woman with a high degree of education in human society is very open-minded. In her eyes, as long as Cyril likes this person, and this person is good to Cyril, other...as long as she sticks to the bottom line of morality, everything is negotiable.

Benny occasionally glanced at these letters, but for a different purpose.He was a little dissatisfied with the fact that his apprentice wrote a letter to his wife, but when he saw the full screen of "Cyril is long, Cyril is short", he was moved again.

This silly dad's focus is all on the primary thinking mode stage of "as long as the junior doesn't stick around my corner".

This also laid the groundwork for a big man holding his wife in his arms to cry, repeating Xianglin's sister-in-law Style's words: "I'm so stupid, really... I just know... I don't know..."

Of course, all these nonsense and dumbfounding are all things for later...

After the meal, Dumbledore made an appointment with everyone to taste hot pot another day—and it must be the kind of mandarin duck pot.

Harry and Quicksilver were left alone in a room closer to Severus' office for the final night of observation.

Before 12 o'clock, everyone finally climbed into bed with enough food and drink, and greeted the arrival of Christmas contentedly.

……

On December 12th, early in the morning.

Cyril thought that he might be woken up by the owl who gave the gift, or by the gift being thrown, or by the gentle kiss of Severus who received the gift from him and was so moved that he "don't want it" (Severus S:?), but in any case, it's not like being woken up by a newspaper.

Cyril picked up the paper magazine with a strong ink fragrance from his face, narrowed his eyes fiercely, and wrinkled the three eyelids that were not awake.

Touching the forehead that had been smashed into a small hole by the newspaper, I suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar...

Why is the owl delivering the Daily Prophet so grumpy today? !This kind of service definitely gives a nat no explanation!

Cyril brushed the newspaper aside casually, sat up in a daze, and looked at the time: [-]:[-] in the morning.

It's still early... May I ask, who doesn't sleep until nine or ten o'clock at Christmas?

Randomly brushing some curly hair with his hands, Cyril looked around the room, the end of the bed was already stuffed with all kinds of wrapped Christmas presents, and some even rolled down beside the bed.

The white fox boy's eyes were fixed, and he picked up the newspaper he had just thrown down.

[Breaking News! ! ! ] (Breaking news)

The three exclamation points were comparable to a threatening letter, which made Cyril tremble, and all the drowsiness disappeared.

"Escape from Askaban - Britain's toughest prison crumbled."

The entire front page of the Daily Prophet is just two lines of words in black and bold and a huge photo.

On the turbulent sea, above the fortress-like Askaban, there was a huge bright green sign floating --- this sign Cyril had seen on Severus' arm before, and below the sign was a line of distorted green words: "Merry Christmas!

——Greetings to the wizarding world. "

Combined with the dark lightning night sky and the raging sea, it looks like a promotional poster for a horror movie.

Trembling, Cyril turned over another page of the newspaper, and found that the thick dozen of newspapers in his hand were all reports about the Azkaban escape. The first few pages were about the missing felons and the situation at the scene. The last few pages are the analysis of the incident by experts and reporters, as well as the speeches and urgent interviews of the director of the Auror Division (it is rumored that a new director just changed this year is Fudge's confidant - he himself has a chubby belly and Fudge maintains the same radian. In the photo, he was still wearing a nightgown and a ridiculous nightcap. He was blocked by reporters at the door of his house. He said with a blank face that he had not received the news yet, so please be patient.)

From the beginning to the end, the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic did not speak out, and the representative of the people's heroes——Cornell Fudge did not appear.

Cyril jumped up from the bed with a grunt, grabbed the newspaper and went straight to the next door.

Snape's office was empty, and the bedroom looked like it had been tidied up a long time ago. The whole bed could only be made flat and symmetrical by obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There is a note on the table, still familiar with the slightly slanted, strong handwriting: "Wake up and visit the principal's office, remember to eat breakfast.

———SS”

Cyril's ups and downs were miraculously calmed down by this note.

Cyril cleared his throat and shouted, "Doudou! Have a breakfast."

……

No one expected that there would be a meeting early in the morning on Christmas Day, and the content of the meeting was still so exciting.

When Cyril entered the principal's office, several wizards were already there, including Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout who went home for the holidays this year.

Everyone's faces were tense and worried, and the joy of the festival was wiped out.

Probably everyone finds it hard to believe that the first gift received on a good Christmas comes from the mysterious man or his minions.

"Sister Wendy Scrimgeour just got in touch with me, and she said the Ministry of Magic wanted to chalk this up to dementor outlaws and mutiny. Focus on sending out announcements about how unreliable dementors are, try to be as vague as possible The meaning of the Dark Mark. At the same time, we call on everyone to pay attention to safety and crack down on crimes.”

Cyril had breakfast and changed, holding a letter in his hand and shaking it.

"It seems that the minister doesn't want to admit that the mysterious person may return."

The boy said and put the letter in his hand on the table in front of the principal.

Dumbledore looked down at the letter in front of him, put his hands together on the table, and raised his eyebrows: "I remember, Miss Scrimgeour was in the Daily Prophet?"

"Yes, Albus. I hope to be the youngest deputy editor next year."

The old headmaster asked in an irrelevant manner: "What sector?"

Cyril squinted his gray-green eyes, and sighed in his heart that the old headmaster really understood him, and replied: "Current affairs and politics are important."

Dumbledore looked up at Cyril and nodded, and said something vaguely: "Let Miss Scrimgeour be careful, that person likes excitement and ostentation."

"OK, thanks."

The teacher meeting still focused on the safety of students.

"School starts early, teachers and Aurors follow the train; curfew time is also advanced, and the number of night watchmen has increased; senior Hogsmot weekend outings have been canceled..."

Dumbledore made arrangements in an orderly manner, and suddenly saw Professor McGonagall's worried eyes and hesitant expression: "What's wrong with Minerva?"

"I'm just worried, look at Fudge's attitude, will he pretend that nothing happened. This is too dangerous, how many families are completely powerless now, once the mysterious man takes the Death Eaters to attack one by one in a planned way, The consequences are disastrous... We have protected Hogwarts, but there are more wizards outside of Hogwarts..."

Snape said slowly: "Actually, I personally think that the most worrying thing is not the revenge of the old Order of the Phoenix or other families who fought against the Death Eaters...but Hogwarts itself."

"Hogwarts is just a school, they...they don't need to deal with a group of underage wizards!" Professor Sprout was shocked.

Cyril pondered for a moment, and replied: "Hogwarts is an existence that the mysterious man has always been unable to let go of, and it is also the future of the wizarding world... What's more, he put one of the most important things here, which can explain the problem .And...Hogwarts still has the child that man wants to get rid of most——Harry. I even guess that if...he regains his strength, the first thing he probably does is take the Death Eaters Come to Hogwarts and force everyone to hand over."

"..."

There was a dead silence.Everyone was shocked by the little teaching assistant's conclusion.

Snape glanced at Cyril, with mixed emotions of approval, ridicule and worry at what Cyril said.Changing his sitting position, he turned his head to Dumbledore: "One more question, has the Ministry of Magic said what kind of 'help' it will provide to Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore tapped the solid wood tabletop with his fingers, and replied seriously: "Not yet, but I think Cornell Fudge will probably make a statement as soon as possible."