Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore went directly to the head Slytherin's office in person, came in and greeted the elf to serve some refreshments, holding rooibos and 4 spoons of sugar and (huo) milk tea at hand, and then remembered to ask Said: "Mr. Malfoy is indeed an ally that can be won. When did you make an appointment to meet?"

Snape politely declined the "milk tea-flavored syrup" handed to him, gathered his robe, and replied, "The last Sunday in January."

"Ah... that makes sense..."

Dumbledore put the teacup on the coffee table, and the fine bone china made a crisp "jingling" sound.

The old wizard leaned against the leather sofa, unceremoniously pulled over a fluffy pillow in the shape of an avocado from the side, took it in his hand, first admired it, and then unceremoniously put "Mr. Avocado" behind his waist. Putting it flat on the abdomen, he exhaled slowly, with a relaxed look on his face.

Cyril sat beside the old wizard, tilted his neck, picked up a piece of butter shell cake, broke it into small pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, and said slowly after eating: "Albus, actually I have a Doubt, and now I suspect that the truth of the matter that you have cleared up may just be the answer to my question."

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes with a very interested look on his face: "Oh? Then who of us will talk first?"

"Why don't you come, the elderly first?" Cyril stuck out her tongue.

Dumbledore still couldn't restrain his strong desire in the principal's office at that time, stretched out his big skinny hand, and snorted hard at Cyril's hairy head, satisfied with the feel.

Then the old wizard smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Haha, okay. I've been thinking about who planned this escape from Askaban. Everyone must be impressed by how Tom escaped from Hogwarts. Then, The person who finds the task for him must be very loyal, and has strong ability and execution ability. When I first read the newspaper, I wondered whether Tom had gained power through unknown means, although I still tend to believe that he is willing to Using potions to restore the body... But anything is possible. Malfoy's attitude validates my point."

Cyril's gray-green eyes flashed, and he quickly followed Dumbledore's words and continued: "Uncle Malfoy invited us a month later, which means the situation is not as urgent as we imagined. The Malfoy family is also watching, He didn't see You-Know-Who. He might not even have received a summons, assembly, or... some sort of message to make sure that his 'former master' was back. So Malfoy was called 'You-Know-Who' by the Ministry. The matter' subpoena is not as innocent as he himself defends—it's true or false that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse."

"Yes. That's probably what it means." Dumbledore took a big sip of milk tea and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"But... I can't figure it out a little bit." Cyril wrinkled her nose.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and stretched out towards Cyril: "Please speak."

"It's not Voldemort himself, who has the power to instigate the dementors (the newspapers say that the dementors don't obey the command of the Ministry of Magic at all) and 'liberate' the whole of Askaban?"

"I have some guesses. It hasn't been confirmed, but one thing is certain, the people who turned the dementors will be the same people who helped Voldemort resurrect."

Snape added indifferently and sarcastically: "It's not surprising that creatures like dementors are unreliable. There is no reason for their birth. They are dirty creatures who live by sucking souls and happiness. Where can I find food?" , just go wherever. Whoever offers the highest stakes will follow. The other party is nothing more than promising something that Fudge cannot give, and it may not even count as rebellion, because they themselves do not have the quality of loyalty."

Dumbledore nodded, picked and picked from the plates on the table with his thin fingers, and found a jujube roll from the bottom, grabbed it out immediately, took a bite, and said, "Ah, thank you for reminding me, Cyril. I thought maybe I have to learn a new spell in every grade. It used to be an elective, and everyone didn’t learn it very well. Now it seems...it’s better to learn it as soon as possible.”

Cyril watched the old headmaster gouging out his last piece of jujube roll stock for this month with a blank face, then turned his head silently, screaming his own 360-degree, five-part ensemble Zaohuajuan didn't keep up with the old headmaster's train of thought, and asked like a repeater, "What spell?"

Snape suddenly stood up from the other side, took two steps, and then raised his eyebrows: "I thought you knew that Mr. Black is in a special situation right now, and it's better to keep contact with such spells related to souls. So what do you mean?"

"???"

Cyril, who didn't know the truth, turned his head to look at his professor who was a little inexplicably excited.

"Ah, yes. I've considered that, too."

Dumbledore took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and said calmly.

"No...you don't want to? No...impossible."

Snape's face was sullen and his whole body was showing resistance.

Dumbledore blinked innocently: "Severus, apart from me, the professors here are the best in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Snape retorted unceremoniously, "Then why don't you just make me the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Dumbledore shook his head cheekily with a straight face: "That's different. Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers are easy to find, and Potions professors are so hard to find."

Snape smirked, "So I'll just do my job as a Potions professor."

Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose, pushed up his glasses, and sighed tiredly and vicissitudes: "I'm too busy, otherwise I can go too... Actually... getting older..."

"Wait, teach what spell? Can I help?" Cyril probably seemed to understand a little bit, and immediately raised his paw and asked.

Snape turned around resignedly, staring at his stupid little fox.

Dumbledore immediately introduced happily: "Oh, oh, I forgot about you, Cyril. How are you mastering the Patronus Charm? Do you want to make a surprise attack, and then go teach the little wizard, just be... just be It's a club training event, school-wide. What do you think?"

Cyril's eyes were still on Snape, he blinked blankly, and said, "I didn't master it very well. I was an elective at the time, and I didn't study hard. So far, I haven't been very successful..."

"Then let Severus teach you first. He has mastered the Patronus Charm well. After you master it, he will teach the students."

Dumbledore changed his previous decadent and vicissitudes, clapped his hands and made a direct decision.

"What if you can't teach..." Cyril tried to make the last struggle.

"Your potions teach you very well, so be confident."

"..."

Totally afraid to look at Severus' Cyril.

"..."

He had already seen clearly that the final ending was head Slytherin who was staring at Cyril teaching the Patronus Charm to small animals.

Dumbledore had a good plan. In fact, he didn't intend to ask Snape to agree to teach the spell in the first place, as long as Cyril agreed.

Because as long as Cyril agrees, he will definitely follow along.

"Then you should teach as early as possible, I think... just choose a night when Cyril has a potion class, two grades at a time, and the place is in the auditorium. When will you be able to master this spell proficiently, Cyril?"

"...I can only say that I try my best." Cyril said innocently with gray-green eyes.

"Well, it's tentatively scheduled for two weeks. Boy, Professor Flitwick has always said that you are quite talented, please work hard. Severus, then Cyril will be counting on you."

Snape folded his arms and snorted in response.

Dumbledore didn't care either, God stood up on the ground, glanced at the snack box on the table with nostalgia, and secretly decided to write a long letter to Lao Lin in praise of Cyril's work performance at Hogwarts, ending By the way, I can implicitly mention the serious shortage of dim sum stocks.

……

At dinner time, Cyril was quiet like a well-behaved baby, not picky eaters, not disgusted with a whole plate of salad, and didn't even complain that there was only a small pitiful pudding for dinner dessert.

Snape was not at all bothered by the silence either.I enjoyed dinner contentedly, and even ordered a glass of dry red in a good mood.

The slightly sour and astringent red wine passed down his throat, and the man wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.He raised his eyes and looked at the white fox who poked the innocent little pudding in front of him with a dessert spoon.

The little white fox thought he was angry, but he wasn't.

When Dumbledore proposed this spell, Snape had already accepted his fate and would eventually take over, but this did not prevent him from struggling for a while. After that, Dumbledore turned to Cyril, which he expected, because the old fox also Knowing that, as long as Cyril gets involved in everything, there is no reason for him to let go of it.

Pretending to be stupefied by Cyril's reaction, by the way, admiring the rare appearance of Cyril retracting his paws and tail, cowardly.

Why not?

The wizard appreciated it enough, and said, "If you finish eating, we're going to start practicing the Patronus Charm."

Cyril obediently put the spoon on the side of the plate and said, "Okay."

Snape stood in the open space of the office, holding his wand, hands behind his back.

"Do you remember the essence of the Patronus Charm?"

"A magician needs to concentrate, think of the happiest thing in his heart, and say 'Calling God to Guard'." [Note] The black-haired and black-eyed wizard curled his lips and raised his chin: "Well, try it first .”

Cyril prepared, lowered her body slightly, and tried hard to recall the happiest memory. What is the happiest memory?

Thinking of this, the boy is already stuck.

Try to move out all the happy memories in my heart, and follow them like a few treasures...

First time eating ice cream? ——No, no, this happy point is too stupid. Although Benny said that the little pot can only be eaten after the age of 3, but the specific circumstances of the third birthday have been lost.

Got a letter from Hogwarts? ——At that time, I was indeed ecstatic because I no longer had to study math and English, but it didn't seem to match the happiest and happiest memory.

Got a wand?Get peace? ——No, nothing, although I am happy, it seems that I am not the happiest.

Severus getting himself a Christmas present for the first time?Ivan was born? ——Thinking of these two people, Cyril's heart is soft, but he is a little uncertain, and he always feels that it is not comprehensive enough...

……

Cyril raised her wand, opened her big gray-green eyes, and began to let go.Snape raised his eyebrows, watching the white fox boy openly holding his white wand in front of his "professor"—— dazed.

Cyril's face is sometimes tangled, sometimes sweet, sometimes hooked lips, sometimes wrinkled nose...

Interesting... so that's why Cyril couldn't cast the Patronus Charm?

Snape felt as if he had discovered something.

"Ahem, Cyril."

The boy came back to his senses, stood up straight in embarrassment, and put away his wand.

"Where's your Patronus Charm? Mr. McLean." Snape reminded him friendly.

"Cough, good. Please wait a moment, let me adjust."

Cyril re-positioned with a serious face, silently recited the essence of the Patronus Charm, and then prepared to do it again.

"Don't worry about making adjustments, come over to Cyril."

Snape stood still, but just stretched out a hand to let Cyril come over.

Cyril walked over and raised her head slightly.

"Professor Fei Liwei told me about your Patronus Charm before. He hasn't seen you cast it successfully."

Cyril lowered her head in embarrassment.

Snape tilted his head slightly, as if trying to read the boy's mood.

"So, I just observed it, and you seemed to be thinking before casting the spell."

The white fox boy let out an almost inaudible "hmm".

"What are you thinking, boy? Are you looking for something to be happy about?" Snape snapped.

Cyril felt even more embarrassed. It was one thing to think in his heart, but it was different when Snape pointed it out...how stupid it sounds.

The white fox boy felt a big hand covering his head, Snape didn't worry, didn't disdain or sneer, just laughed lowly.

"So can you share with me, among your happy things, how many things are related to me?"

Cyril blinked and said softly, "80.00%."

Snape gently pulled the boy into his arms, raised his head, and rested his chin on top of the boy's head. It was a very long hug.

"Sometimes, happy things don't need to be so specific. You don't have to classify these things into three, six or nine, and then rank them in order to come to Top3."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Cyril buried his head in the arms of the wizard, and raised his head upon hearing this, his soft curly hair rubbed Snape a little itchy.

"You just need to remember how you felt at that moment, that's enough."

"for example?"

"for example……"

The wizard turned his head slightly, lifted the white fox boy's chin with one hand, and kissed it.

Lips parted briefly, Snape asked in a low voice, "How does it feel?"

Cyril opened her moist gray-green eyes, confused and ignorant, looking like a kind of fragility that only teenagers have: "I don't know."

Snape kissed again, stroking Cyril's palate with the tip of his tongue, feeling the boy's trembling, and cupped his cheeks with both hands.

The tip of their noses touched, "What now?"

"I can't think." Cyril replied softly in a nasal voice.

"Happy? Can you feel... happiness?"

Snape seemed to have struggled for a long time to say the word that was too nasty for him.

"Well. I've always been very happy." Cyril gasped in a low voice.

"Try the spell. Now."

Snape separated from the boy and stepped back.

The corners of Cyril's eyes were red, his mind was blank, he raised his wand unsteadily, and his bright red lips still had a little luster...

"Call God—Guard!"

Bunches of white soft light rushed out from the white wand, strand by strand, gradually connecting into one piece, Snape watched intently, the white light mist that formed into one piece was slowly gathering.

The light mist slowly shrinks and gathers into a ball, it seems to be a four-clawed creature, but... the tail looks a bit big?

Cyril opened his eyes and looked at the white lump in front of him, a little confused...

The light mist did not continue to condense and form, but slowly dissipated.

The white fox boy held up his wand and looked at the wizard opposite, his eyes full of grievances.

"Severus, am I just about to succeed?"

"It's a good start, and it's already taking shape."

"But……"

Cyril seemed hesitant to speak.

Professor Snape, who was in a happy mood because of his outstanding teaching results, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"Then if you can't see a dementor from now on, let's kiss first..."

Cyril groaned and groaned at the last sentence, as if he had a ball in his mouth, Snape almost didn't hear it clearly.