Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape was not annoyed when Cyril covered his mouth, and stretched out his left hand to show his boy with difficulty, his broken words were pressed between his fingers: "We thought... it was the middle finger, Mr. Little."

Cyril let go of his hand, hugging his back instead, with a proud look on his face: "You have been reserved by me, Mr. Snape. Whether it is in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, as long as I pay the deposit, this thing will be ready for you." No one can move it. It's locked with a 'click'. When the time is up, pay the full amount, and it's mine."

Snape hooked the corners of his mouth silently, put the towel for drying his hair aside, and sat down on the bed with the boy, Cyril rolled himself into the arms of the wizard right at the opening.

The two were wearing button-up pajamas that were split up and down. Cyril put one hand on Severus's chest, and used his fingers to flick one of the buttons, secretly rubbing his hands for some small calculation.

Instead of looking for a bedtime book to read casually as usual, Severus hugged his boy and looked up at the transparent ceiling.

The dark night sky, twinkling stars and a crescent moon were framed by the transparent roof to form a quiet landscape painting, Snape said softly as if talking to himself: "Cyril, sometimes... I have some... ...afraid to be close to you."

The white fox boy who was trying to put his fingers into the wizard's pajamas suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, as if he wanted to see the expression of the wizard who said these words clearly.

However, Snape pressed him back to his chest with a big hand, not letting him move or talking.

"I am afraid that I will become more and more greedy and unable to control myself... I am afraid that I will hurt you, and that my ugly possessiveness and... will make you fear and want to escape. I can't bear that one day you will show fear in your eyes , just look at me like that...will back away..."

Silently, Cyril stretched her face upwards, buried it in the other's neck, and lightly kissed a small piece of taut and sunken skin on the warlock's side neck.

The wizard was still immersed in a negation between self-analysis and self-loathing, he was kissed softly by Cyril, and his whole body trembled.

Cyril forcibly broke free from the wizard's embrace, propped herself on top of the wizard, sat down on the wizard's lap unceremoniously, lowered her body, put her hands on the wizard's shoulders, and looked directly at the wizard's black face. Eyes, opened slowly: "Severus, did you overlook something?"

There was a rare moment of confusion in Snape's eyes. The wizard was really thinking seriously about whether he had really overlooked something, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Why don't you worry about my possessiveness or other feelings for you? If I... want to make a very... intimate move to you, will you be scared?"

Master Slytherin, who was particularly immature and not good at emotions, looked even more confused, and his eyes, which were usually sharp like knives, had a foggy feeling because of his confusion.He seemed to be digesting what Cyril said, or... for the first time, he realized that his own thinking mode seemed to be very wrong?

But the reality does not allow him to sort out whether this is the little troll secretly changing the concept or his own thinking, because Cyril has already kissed him.

The white fox boy maintained the posture of sitting on the wizard's lap, first kissed the wizard's forehead lightly, then the eyelids, the bridge of the nose, and the tip of the nose...

Cyril lightly bit the wizard's thin upper lip with his waxy white teeth, and Snape habitually opened his lips to greet him, but the cunning boy deliberately missed the opportunity to kiss the wizard deeply, and the two breathed Intertwined and separated at the touch of a button.

Cyril tilted his chin, buried his head into the wizard's neck again, took a deep breath of the scent of body wash and the medicine that the wizard had soaked in for many years, then stretched out his fingers to untie it slowly and firmly. Wizard's button.

Cyril pressed the hand that the wizard wanted to reject on his body, and said almost in a breathy voice: "Look, Severus... I'm more excited than you, how dare you say... you Afraid to scare me, and why am I not worried that I will scare you?"

The white fox boy raised his head, his hair was disheveled, and the corners of his eyes were red. The dense mist made the irises of his big gray-green eyes lighter in color.

The boy's mood fluctuated a bit. He was provocative last second, and now he spoke with an aggrieved nasal voice: "Do you always think... I don't love you that much? I told Dumbledore a few days ago I got the Patronus Charm, showed him my Patronus...and asked him a question."

Snape's dark eyes stared straight at Cyril, who was on him, without making a sound.

"I asked him... why Severus' Patronus image is me, but my Patronus image...isn't him? Although...you are in my eyes, in my heart, as you are now...I can't use it An animal image to imagine you."

Snape stretched out the hand held by Cyril, and slowly caressed Cyril's cheek, his fingers gently brushed the corner of the boy's eyes, his voice was dry, like sighing or complaining: "Little giant Strange, what kind of mess are you thinking about every day?"

Cyril held down Snape's hand that was caressing his cheek, closed his eyes and rubbed his head, like a small animal being stroked, still whimpering and saying: "I think I already love you, love you." When I got to the bone, I asked Principal Dumbledore... The principal didn't answer my question, but asked me curiously: What is the use of the six-tailed fox's tail... I said, you can make a wish, a big wish, But generally we don’t use it lightly...the principal asked again: If I have six tails, would I use them?”

When Xi Ruier said this, he wiped the tip of his nose with his fingers, and smiled softly. The tip of his nose was red and the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked a little silly.

"Of course I want to use it... I want to get to know you earlier, I think everyone you like is alive, I hope there is no war... I hope you don't suffer so much..."

Snape hugged Cyril in his arms and pressed him hard.

"If there is one wish left...can I selfishly make another one...you will never leave me, okay?"

The wizard heard Cyril's fragile words, and the wet liquid dripped down the corners of the boy's eyes and hit Snape's neck.

Snape put the boy down, and the two switched places.

The wizard leaned on Cyril and put his hands around the boy's chin: "Listen, boy."

Cyril looked straight at the wizard above him without any resistance, obedient and firm.

"I won't allow you to smack your tail...even if you only have one. Not before...never. Don't even think about it. Say: 'Okay, I promise you'."

"Okay, I promise you."

"good."

The two looked at each other silently, Snape leaned down and kissed the boy under him, opened the collar of his pajamas with his fingers, changed his position again, and took a deep bite on the boy's white collarbone.

Cyril gasped softly, but didn't push him away.Just ran his fingers through the wizard's soft hair.

"Close your eyes." The wizard asked softly.

The white fox boy felt that his pajamas had been taken off, and the wizard buried himself down.

……

Half-dream and half-awake, Cyril's cheeks were flushed, and she was hugged into the long-lost embrace tremblingly.The back was patted lightly again and again.

"Sleep. Little monster, there is still a long way to go... I didn't make any preparations for this before, so I will leave the rest for later... Good boy..."

"how about you……?"

Today is indeed a very, very busy day. Cyril groaned tiredly, closed his eyes and lowered his head, and asked the wizard stickyly. His hand was still a little dishonest, and then he was pinched and put it next to the pillow. .

"...Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, baby."

The white fox boy closed his eyes and snorted, imitating the tone of a wizard: "Good night, my big baby."

……

The Rita Skeeter story was published three days later.

On this day, for the first time, Snape and Cyril came to the auditorium for breakfast.While flocks of owls came to deliver papers and packages to the tables, Cyril was still whispering to Snape that he didn't want fried eggs in the morning.

"Fried eggs are too greasy, give me a donut, thank you."

Snape took the newspaper that fell from the sky expressionlessly, then condescendingly pushed the donut basket over with one finger in disgust, not forgetting to stick to the last-second "mouth principle":" I don't think donuts have less sugar and oil than this egg."

"Oh, great news."

Professor Sprout first exclaimed, and then glanced vaguely at the couple who were frantically throwing dog food on the breakfast table early in the morning.

"A fugitive has been arrested?" Cyril expressed expectation with his eyes while holding a donut in his mouth.

Professor Fei Liwei read each word in a high-pitched voice: "Diamonds have never been dusted—Looking up at the stars, a generation of magic masters and their apprentices who are down-to-earth ([-])."

Cyril coughed, and a small piece of donut was stuck in the mouth of the trachea.However, Severus Snape, who was usually like a nanny and bodyguard, didn't give him a glass of water in time.

————The poor black-haired black-eyed wizard was shocked by this horrifying headline.

"Oh, that's great. I'm just helping out in the medical wing today, so I don't need to be surrounded by small animals in class." Cyril quickly healed himself, took a big sip of black coffee, gasped and said dryly.

Snape hastily gave Cyril his eyes for a second, gave him a reproachful glance, and continued to flip through the newspaper in his hand.

Cyril patted the wizard's arm insincerely: "I wish you good luck with your Potions class today, the students might blow up the cauldron because they admire you so much."

After the boy finished speaking, he smiled foolishly, revealing a mouthful of fine white teeth.Then he picked up the free newspaper on the table and started to read it.

I have to say that Rita Skeeter is a woman with extraordinary writing skills and is a good hand at inciting emotions. If it weren't for the description of herself and Severus in the text, Cyril would have been moved.

Rita first briefly explained Severus' childhood, mainly focusing on studying hard.He did not mention his family, but used a few anonymous interviews, and in just a few words, he created the image of a young man with an average family background and self-improvement: a classmate of Mr. Snape recalled: "He studied very hard. Classrooms and libraries, you can often see him in the professor's potions laboratory, probably doing potions experiments. I often forget to eat lunch, remembering that a piece of dry bread can last a day."

(Cyril: I have confirmed my eyes, and there is no doubt that Severus is helping Slughorn with potion orders to earn extra money)

One of Mr. Snape's seniors recalled: "Humble attitude, taciturn, never good at dressing himself up, and pay more attention to the inside. Even if I sometimes give him some image suggestions, he thinks it is too grandstanding, which is against the principle of practical learning. The original intention. Oh, by the way, he will also invent some interesting little spells, and then teach them to everyone to use together, sharing the spirit is touching."

(Cyril: I have confirmed the eyes, it is the sad history that everyone learned when using the fuchsia spell to deal with James)

Another senior of Mr. Snape recalled: "It was very frugal, and all the money was used to buy learning materials. I introduced him to work-study jobs during the holidays, helping formal institutions make potions and so on. He is very capable, and the staff at the place where he goes to work like him very much. They even handed him an olive branch, hoping that he can work there after graduation. But he is not fooled by money, and insists on using his potion talent to the fullest. Go to more useful places, such as teaching more children to learn potions, preaching and teaching karma to solve doubts; inventing more potions that can benefit the wizarding world... In fact, he also did it."

(Cyril thinks this serious nonsense "senior" is his father.)