Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"What did you say?"

The atmosphere was just right, Snape really didn't want to spank Cyril's ass.

"Pfft! I'm joking...then I'll try again?"

"Heh." Snape folded his arms and stepped back, lifting his chin to signal the boy to hurry up.

Cyril raised one of his paws, indicating that he still had something to say before casting the spell.

"Say."

"If I succeed, can I make a condition?" The gray-green eyes flickered.

"Ah."

Snape seemed surprisingly talkative.Cyril estimated that [-]% of it was because of the lingering kiss just now.

"Is it okay to mention two conditions?"

"... Cyril..."

Cyril raised her wand hastily, and muttered, "Curse it, cast it!"

As he said that, the white fox boy held his breath and concentrated, and chanted a mantra loudly: "Call God to protect you!"

In an instant, a dazzling white light rushed out from the head of the wand. This time, the white mist was thicker, denser, and denser than the first time.Straw by strand, they slowly twisted into balls and transformed into shapes.

A lithe quadruped hopped merrily onto the carpet and started circling around the room, everywhere it went was a blinding white light that felt like a shooting star with a beam tail.

Snape, who had been standing by the side, suddenly asked in confusion, "Is this...?"

"It seems to be... a six-tailed fox!!!" Cyril screamed with wide eyes.

Snape squinted his eyes, watching this overly excited little white creature wandering around the world with a bunch of tails on it, and said hesitantly: "You mean...this is your ancestor?"

"Yes! My ancestors!"

Cyril was so excited that he had already squatted down, stretched out a hand, and hooked his fingers like he usually teases Laobao (remember? Orange cat).

Snape looked at the little beast that had already rubbed against his feet, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched it trailing behind with a big tail that was seriously out of proportion to the small body.

The six-tailed little white fox was not seduced by his real owner - Cyril, but rubbed against Severus's trouser legs.

The little white beast acted like a baby to the wizard in every possible way. First it pushed its head, rubbed its pointed ears against the trousers of the wizard, turned over, and then came back completely; One by one, six large tails swept across the wizard's trousers.

She is completely coquettish, much more flirtatious than Cyril himself.

Cyril squatted on the other side, gritted her teeth and withdrew her hand, feeling a little jealous suddenly.

Obviously Severus's trouser legs can only be rubbed by him! ! !

As if he didn't see Cyril, Severus tugged at his trousers, squatted down like this, stretched out a hand, and tentatively touched the six-tailed white fox's head.

The six-tailed white fox immediately went crazy with joy, and excitedly wanted to stand up on its feet and want to hug.

Seeing the "six-tailed vixen" in front of him getting more and more "rampant", the part of Cyril's body that belongs to the white fox began to have a strong possessive desire, and he quickly opened his mouth to try to attract attention: "Severus."

Snape was still teasing the fox at his feet, when he heard the words "Huh?"

Cyril continued in a hurry: "You said you would agree to one of my requests. I've already thought about it."

"Ah."

Cyril moved to the wizard's side in a few steps, trying to squeeze the six-tailed vixen away: "Show me your patron saint! Please!"

Snape looked up at the boy with a half-smile, and slowly drew out his wand: "If you insist. Then... call God to protect you!"

The wizard flicked his wrist flexibly, and another beam of white light shot out from the wand.A small fox with one tail not much bigger than a six-tailed white fox appeared out of thin air.

This little fox looks almost as mischievous as the six-tailed white fox, and is extremely lively. When it came out, it first circled around its master, and then found Cyril. people!

The little white fox, the patron saint, was instantly happy—what a rare opportunity!

The two looked at the fox at their feet together, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Snape didn't remember exactly when his Patronus began to change, but he only remembered that during Cyril's fourth year, his stag Patronus became very unstable, sometimes getting bigger and smaller, sometimes turning into A cloud of shapeless light and mist.This directly led to him simply giving up using the Patronus Charm to convey the message during that time.

Snape didn't think elsewhere, his first reaction was that there was something wrong with his body or the circulation of magic power.So he found Dumbledore.

Principal Dumbledore knew about this all along. After seeing his patron saint, the old man pondered for a long time.It vaguely reminded the confused Potions professor that the more important meaning of the Patronus Charm, as the name suggests, is "love and protection"... "When the thing you want to protect changes, the Patronus may naturally change".

But ordinary people are unlikely to encounter such a situation, because few people can put love and protection of another person in such an important position in their hearts, and produce such strong emotions.

In other words: Snape himself is the only "infatuated species" that Dumbledore has ever encountered.

Snape felt unacceptable in his heart at the time, but more doubts and emotions arose in his heart.

At that time, he stared at the shapeless mist in front of him, and couldn't believe that his mood had changed just like that...and so completely.

Slowly, the wizard accepted, he accepted his change, but tried not to show it.

At the moment of accepting himself, his new patron saint showed his true face for the first time—a little white fox exactly like Cyril.

Regardless of appearance or personality, he was almost carved out of the same mold as Cyril.

On a certain night two years ago, facing the dark night sky and a lonely bright moon outside the window, Ping An sat on one side basking in the moonlight. There was no living thing in the whole office except Snape himself and the "hybrid Pixiu Ao". The wizard took out his wand and summoned the little animal that had just appeared in the afternoon.

The little white fox was so cute, just seeing its naive behavior, Snape couldn't help but want to raise the corners of his mouth.

Perhaps, as Ms. Lin Jiu said a few years ago, he might really be infected with an incurable plush control eccentricity because of that incident.

Cyril doesn't often turn into a fox, he is regretful but also glad.It was hard for him to imagine that one day he couldn't help hugging a boy who both knew each other was actually a human being, and then stroked each other's fur from top to bottom like a perverted uncle.Intoxicated by it, unable to extricate themselves.

The wizard stared at the cheerful little guy at his feet. He needed to restrain Cyril, but in front of him was his patron saint, so the wizard finally couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to hug it.

The Patronus Charm is really a magical spell. The summoned Patronus looks like a ball of light, but it actually has an entity.Holding her in my arms feels different from holding the warm Cyril, it's a little cold and not soft enough.With some disappointment, Snape put the little fox back on the ground, and watched it play by itself, chasing its big tail.

Although the feel was different, seeing it as carefree as Cyril was a rare and pleasant thing for Snape.

After getting to know his new Patronus, Snape wasn't ready to introduce his new Patronus to everyone.

So for a while, the wizard let the little fox out for a walk when no one was around.In the past, when the patron saint was still a stag, the wizard didn't have that much thought, and it might be because he watched it every time, so he seldom summoned his patron saint unless he had to use it.He knew that some wizards would treat their Patronuses like pets or children, but he had never felt or felt that way.

Until the patron saint became a little white fox.The little white fox always has magical powers, making Severus easily abandon his reason and make an exception for it, which is the same as Cyril himself.

Snape would call out the little fox in the dead of night when people were insomnia, and watch him jump around the room lightly and carefree like a curious and ignorant child.

As if in that way, my bound and fettered mind has also been liberated.

Snape experienced a spiritual "sublimation" and "growth" alone, which Cyril himself did not know.

At that time, Cyril was still an ignorant and clingy boy, who occasionally acted foolishly and acted like a monster.

Snape hadn't quite sorted out his feelings yet.This little fox became the most joyous secret in the wizard's heart. While he spurned his own indulgence and indulgence, he even gave this little fox the empathy-like attention and love, and at the same time indulged in this little guy. Give yourself the cool company and fragile warmth.

The first time Snape showed the little fox to outsiders was the day after he and Cyril became a couple.Although the time limit was only set for one year, Snape was confident that the boy would never want to take another step away from his life.By the way, he frankly showed his new Patronus while reporting to Dumbledore alone.

He thought it would be difficult to speak, as painful and desperate as a public execution. After all, a professor fell in love with a student he had taught.How do you hear...how...disrespectful...

But that day, the opposite was true.

When he showed the little white fox in front of the old man, he didn't feel any shame or despair at all.

He felt a kind of pleasure from the bottom of his heart, as if he had finally opened a house that had been hung with blackout curtains all year round, and what he had harvested was the light of complete transparency, openness, and freedom to express emotions wantonly.

As we all know, when you decide to do something, it is one thing to make a wish secretly in your heart; it is another thing to tell everyone publicly.

——Like a process from quantitative change to qualitative change.

"I love him. With all my heart, I can't talk myself out of loving him. We avoid each other's attraction to each other, and we can't leave each other. Whether the end result is a bottle of wine or a knife, I recognize it."

For the first time, the wizard knew that he would also say such sour love words, even though the object of his confidance was a centenarian single old man.

"I'm happy for you, sincerely." - The centenarian looked a little moved, and answered him like this.

When Snape came out of the headmaster's office, he felt unprecedented relief and relief.

Dumbledore's image in Snape's heart is extremely complex and important, and even changes with time.

But no matter what, there is one thing that will never be indelible, and that is a kind of authority and benchmarking from the elders and superiors.

Maybe what the old man did and said might not be in line with Snape's own wishes, but Snape convinced him from the bottom of his heart.Whether it's because of Slytherin's natural admiration for the strong, or because of the immortal monument that the old man built with his own actions over the years and stands there.

Dumbledore's affirmation and blessing were more important to Snape than he imagined.

Maybe without the old man's blessing, he would still hold Cyril's hand and go on, but the old man's approval is like a reassurance, like a red badge, making him at least feel that the road ahead is bright and the future can be expected.

The matter of the patron saint was "officially stamped" in this way, although Cyril, who was inextricably related to the patron saint, was completely unaware of it.

Of course, Snape did it on purpose to keep Cyril from discovering the existence of the little white fox.

This kind of mentality can probably be attributed to a kind of childish inferiority of someone who is rarely in love, "I love you and don't tell you".

Back to thinking, the little white fox, the patron saint, was able to see Cyril for the first time without a mission, and was as excited as a husky.

Xi Ruier watched helplessly as the little guy who looked quite similar to him (in the white fox state) threw himself on his lap with excitement, half-hanging his tongue, tilting his head, and staring at his round eyes like glass Acting cute.For a moment, he also forgot about his "potential rival in love" - ​​the six-tailed vixen.

The six-tailed vixen seemed to have finally discovered his own kind, and stopped chasing Snape, and began to wander around the little white fox.Waiting for an opportunity to smell each other's ass.

This action made Cyril embarrassing, and immediately pulled his stupid son, who was a "cheater", to the side, blushing and did not dare to look up at the wizard who was also squatting opposite him, feeling that his underwear had been stripped off.

Snape was actually fine.He didn't seem to mind the "harassment" by the six-tailed fox to his guardian fox, he just extended his hand gently?I patted the heads of the two foxes one by one, and when I was about to retract my arms and stand up, I realized that there was a completely different warm soft velvet that was soft to the touch in my palm.

A...really...hot...a little guy with a beating heart finally abandoned his few morals, stuck out his hairy mouth, and licked the palm of the wizard's palm with his wet and slightly rough tongue .

For a moment, it seemed that he wanted to completely stain the opponent's hand with his own smell.

Snape felt his palm tremble convulsively where it had been licked, Cyril had become a fox and he was slick before, but the boy was restrained and never really did some instinctive movements like a little beast.

The white fox Cyril finally felt the unprecedented crisis and decided to fight in person.

Snape pulled his own finger that was sucked into the mouth of a fox from the fox's mouth, the wet touch and the occasional fangs were still lingering around his finger.

The wizard sighed softly, supported the white fox's shoulders and forelimbs with both hands, and brought the worry-free little guy into his arms.

The white fox Cyril squinted his eyes and squinted at the two "fake foxes" who were playing games on the ground, flicked his tail leisurely, and announced to the world his unilateral victory in the fight for favor.