Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

At the end of the meeting, Headmaster Dumbledore left Professor McGonagall, Severus and Cyril alone.

"You know, my friends. Severus reminded me at the end that I think Fudge might send someone to Hogwarts, at best an Auror, at worst... maybe a A fiddling official. This is the opportunity he's been looking for..."

"Oh... Pointing fingers... This is very annoying." Cyril curled her lips.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth were flattened, his eyebrows were raised, and he shrugged, indicating that anything is possible.

"So, Minerva. In this regard, the student work must be done well, and the students' dynamics must be paid attention to at all times. You know what I mean, not only as the vice-headmaster, but also because of...the head of Gryffindor. There are many fugitives here , have hurt their families. It is hard to guarantee that some people will be irrational."

Mag pushed his glasses and nodded solemnly.

"Then go back first, and be careful when you go out. Merry Christmas, Minerva."

"Merry Christmas, Albus."

McGonagall pulled out a stiff smile, obviously thinking that such an environment is not happy at all.Then he hurried out and closed the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore withdrew his slightly waving hand, turned his head and said to Severus: "This sentence also tells you that the students of Slytherin House are also complex. Focus on...their dynamics."

Snape nodded enigmatically.

Cyril raised his eyelids and asked, "Besides that, what else can we do?"

Dumbledore said succinctly: "Stable emotions, maintain combat effectiveness."

Snape narrowed his eyes: "Albus, you mean..."

"I think... probably within a year. Lao Lin gave me an English version of "Sun Tzu's Art of War". Mr. Sun said that only by knowing your enemy can you always win. Think about it. For Tom, the most unbearable thing is probably being beaten by a Defeat the baby in the prophecy! I don’t think he will endure for a long time. Besides, I already have a general understanding of the resurrection potion you provided me last time. I have sent someone to monitor Tom’s family cemetery. By the way, the medicine powder you provided I also used it, because our staff was not sure who he would use, so I added some..."

Dumbledore seemed to feel a little funny when he said this, and he laughed out loud.

Snape grinned: "It's a harmless thing, it's okay to add more. I don't mind providing some more if the powder is not enough."

Cyril looked left and right, with a look of shock on his face: "Wait... you, you... what did you do?"

"Oh, forgot to tell you. Just a harmless little prank."

The old headmaster bared his small white teeth.

Cyril sat on the sofa with a speechless face, raised one leg, shook it, and then was slapped down by the wizard beside him.

The white fox boy curled his lips and asked, "What powder?"

The wizard who withdrew his "murderer" hand replied flatly: "Bruno Heat Sensitizer."

"What do you use it for???"

"Just to remind us that he's fully back."

Cyril changed his sitting position, leaned forward, and raised an eyebrow: "If you want me to say, this idea is awesome! Bruno emits a special gas when heated, which has a strong penetrating power, but the human nose can't sense it. But the display agent that comes with it can just capture this gas, and then change the color... Where did you put the display agent?"

"Little Hangleton."

"How can you be sure that he will take the bone there and do it on the spot?"

"Intuition, my child. To be honest, Little Hangleton is now deserted, equivalent to an abandoned village. The Muggle government is re-planning that area, but as far as I know, it is still empty. And Tom's two ancestral homes, I can't think of a better place for a resurrection."

Cyril nodded, and then gossiped curiously: "The blood of the enemy...will he choose Harry?"

"Look at the urgency of Tom's resurrection. After all, Harry is not so easy to see now."

"Albus, I feel the need to speak to Harry about this, from beginning to end."

"Do you think so?" Dumbledore seemed to be hesitating about this too.

"I don't think Harry is the kind of impulsive kid who doesn't care about it. He is stronger than we think." Cyril said firmly, his eyes sparkling.

Dumbledore smacked his lips with emotion: "Actually, I was hesitating, but after listening to your words... think about how your father, Mr. McLean, knew everything about you after the Room of Response, and... the success after that. I think, you're right."

"Then... it's up to you to tell him, it's too difficult to speak." Cyril blamed it without hesitation.

"……Row."

For the first time, Dumbledore felt that he was "routine" in front of a junior, but he didn't feel annoyed in his heart. Instead, he wanted to snort the soft emotion of the other party's head.

……

It was already noon when Snape and Cyril returned to the cellar, and the two met for lunch in the office.

Cyril suddenly remembered that they hadn't opened the presents yet.

The boy pushed the wizard into the bedroom, pointing to a small pile of presents on the floor and telling him to unwrap them quickly.

Snape was still unbuttoning his coat - he was wearing a mysterious black coat with dozens of buttons today.

Resignedly, the wizard was pushed to the bed by the "koala bear" behind him, and sighed compromisingly, "Which box is yours here?"

"you guess?"

Cyril hugged the wizard's neck without any intention of letting go, and knelt down on the bed, pushing all his weight forward.

Snape bent down under the load without a word, rummaged on the ground for a long time, took out a small barrel-shaped gift, and shook it in his hand.

"You gave me your diploma?" Snape asked in feigned surprise.

"Open it up and see!"

Cyril urged in a low voice, leaning her face next to the wizard's cheek, close to him, smelling the cold scent of aftershave lingering on the tip of her nose, and squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

Snape tore open the wrapper, unfolded it, and found it was an order form for clothing.The black-haired, black-eyed wizard raised his eyebrows, pinching a piece of paper that was neither thin nor thick with two fingers, stretched it to the side of his face, expressing his inquiry.

"Regulus said that this store is very good at custom-made men's couple clothes, I want you to accompany me to order a set..."

Snape looked at the words on the paper in his hand: "Silk pajamas, spring and autumn style; shirt; dress; sweater...why a swimsuit?"

"Why can't there be swimsuits?" Cyril looked silly and cute.

Snape had a "do I look like someone to swim" look on his face.

"But Prince Manor is right by the sea... In the future, I really want to go to the seaside."

"..."

Cyril grabbed the wizard's neck and tried his best to turn his dog's eyes to the man next to his face: "So come with me in two days! Mr. Snape. I still need to measure the latest size..."

Snape grabbed the order form in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other hand: "It depends."

"That means agreeing!"

Chirp!A lively kiss was pressed to the wizard's cheek.

"I'll go see what you gave me!" Cyril ran back to her room like a happy bird.

……

Cyril took the box in his hand and hopped up to Snape's side.

The wizard was already sitting at the dining table, perusing what looked more like a wanted list issued by an Auror.

Cyril bent down, moved closer to the man, and begged for a kiss.

"Tell me you picked the presents yourself, each one."

The wizard's eyes were still on the newspaper, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "In fact, it is. So?"

"When did you go? You went shopping secretly behind my back?!"

"On the way to St. Mungo's to take you to work, Mr. McLean. Why does your tone sound strange?"

Cyril recalled it for a second, and suddenly remembered a time when Snape suddenly said that he was going to the city center to do some errands, and he used the fireplace with him in the morning, and went out from St. Mungo's.

Well, Mr. Snape also called rubbing the fireplace "send someone to work" --- can't argue with that.

"Do you have the same style?"

Snape snorted, but didn't answer.

The boy couldn't put it down looking at the box, which was a Muggle style, and there were 7 bow ties of different styles, colors and textures inside.

There are pure black, dark gray twill ribbon with silver thread, or dark brown silk, which is stable, and there are also lively models with white with dark lines, and light colors with small patterns.

It's not all one brand, even Cyril, who doesn't go to the Muggle world often, knows a few brands.If it wasn't mail order, then this man went to the counter to pick them one by one.

Thinking about how Snape doesn't like to go to public places where there are many people, men go to the store to pick and buy one by one, this picture is enough to satisfy Cyril.

The white fox boy's face was still sticking to the wizard, playing with one of the beige bow ties, and asked softly, "Why do you think of giving me this?"

"I've looked in your closet... there aren't many formal ties, most of them are...too fancy."

Snape frowned when he said this, as if a little disgusted.

"That's youth and art, Mr. Snape," Cyril emphasized.

"Okay, Mr. Art. But in formal occasions, it's better to be cautious."

Snape pulled Cyril down, put one hand on the chair, and added: "Hurry up and eat."

Cyril put the bow ties aside, squinted his eyes and swung his legs: "Okay."

……

The Christmas holiday ended early, because the mysterious man gave everyone a Christmas surprise.The students came back with little of the satiation and sluggishness of past vacations on their faces.Everyone looked tense.

Harry was called by Headmaster Dumbledore to chat on the night of the 25th—in the name of returning the Invisibility Cloak.The Headmaster and the boy had a heart-to-heart talk for 2 hours, which I heard worked out well, as Harry looked the same afterward as usual.

Fudge finally appeared on the Daily Prophet the next day. Sure enough, as Wendy mentioned before, this old political slicker spent the whole day coming up with a set of stories about the dementors' betrayal and righteous indignation. spoke and held a press conference.

A reporter rushed forward excitedly: "Excuse me, Minister, since the dementors rebelled, why is there a Dark Mark in the sky?"

Fudge was unhurried, with a righteous and invincible expression:——"Because there are Death Eaters who escaped. They are keen to do this to flaunt their presence. As soon as we get nervous, they will succeed."

Another reporter followed suit: - "May I ask how the Ministry of Magic is keeping everyone safe, with so many desperadoes on the run."

Fudge said with great certainty: —— "We will let Aurors conduct 24-hour shifts in all public places and patrol continuously; we have also set up an Auror task force, and the specific details will be answered by the director of the Auror Division later."

The director of the Auror Division is an idiot who just took office.In fact, he was unlucky. The second time he appeared in public in the first month of his tenure was a misty photo in pajamas.

Fortunately, emojis are not popular in the wizarding world, otherwise his appearance rate would be absolutely high.

Fudge was thinking of taking advantage of Alastor Moody's retirement and stuffing his own people in to top the tank.

But most of his people have no redeeming qualities except for their "flattering" skills, such as the chief secretary who is wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.

No one could have imagined that Mr. Director would be able to catch up with such a big event as soon as he took office. He thought that as the director, he could just talk about it and let his subordinates catch two little thieves to complete the target on a regular basis.

A female reporter seized the time and continued to ask: "May I ask the minister how to ensure the safety of Hogwarts. I believe many wizards are more concerned about this."

Fudge touched the brim of his top hat, and replied: "First of all, Hogwarts itself is safe, and secondly, we will send Aurors..."

The press conference was printed almost immediately in a newspaper, published as a supplement.

When Severus was preparing lesson plans with Cyril in the office, two owls appeared in the office one after another, one brought Fudge's speech, and the other brought Malfoy's invitation letter.

The owl who brought the invitation did not leave after delivering the letter, but found a cabinet and stood quietly on it.

Cyril poked his head curiously: "The invitation letter for afternoon tea at Malfoy Manor...you called me? Is the inviter Narcissa?"

Not surprisingly, Snape replied directly behind the invitation letter: ——I will attend on time, thank you for the invitation. S·S then the trained owl flew down when Severus beckoned, taking the returned invitation.

"So it was actually Lucius who was looking for you." Cyril said with certainty.

Snape snorted incredulously.

Cyril seemed to want to understand something, and poked his head gossipingly: "Is he...Merlin, back then? That man made such a big move, so...he panicked?"

Snape's expression seemed to be gratified, and he wanted to express: My child, you just realized that it's really not easy.

"I always thought that his family really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. It was also caused by the general environment back then..."

Cyril sighed with a mature face.

"There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. I thought you had already seen this clearly all these years in Slytherin." Snape said inexplicably.

Cyril didn't care about the man's taunt, dropped the quill in his hand, and stared closely at the wizard's dark eyes, his own gray-green eyes sparkling: "So, Severus. Say, they Which side will you be on?"

Snape grinned, pulling a smirk.Then he stretched out his hand and pressed Cyril's head back.

"Malfoy... of course is on the winning side. Go and help me send a message to Dumbledore, saying that I want to see him, using your comm."

Cyril was not annoyed by being pushed back by the big hand, as if remembering something, a sly light flashed in his eyes: "Why don't you use your Patronus Charm, Severus? I find the Patronus Charm is also very convenient."

Snape's writing hand paused for a moment, then he continued to write quickly without noticing it, pretending he didn't hear anything.