Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

On the way to the medical wing, Xi Ruier received a group of students standing at attention and paying attention.The white fox boy took it calmly. Rita's report in this issue mainly described Professor Snape's early experience, and finally said a few words about Cyril by the way.So fortunately, the vast majority of people's attention is on their partner.

Cyril wore a ring on her middle finger, which Madam Pomfrey was the first to discover.At that time, Cyril was chatting with Madam Pomfrey in the dispensing room while dispensing medicine.

"If you want me to say that reporter Skeeter is really friendly to Severus, I feel a lot after reading the whole article. I can still vividly remember many scenes before..."

Cyril raised her face and smiled gently, and divided a large jar of Bone Spirit into small vials and put them in the cabinet—the Quidditch match is next week, Madam Pomfrey can't wait to prepare all 14 potions that can be used (You must know that there are only 14 players in the two teams).

The old lady stayed in Hogwarts for most of her life and met all kinds of students. She heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that she also worked in St. Mungo's for a while in the early years, and finally went back to her alma mater. Love deeply!

"That child has everything in his heart. He has been in his heart since he was a child. Other children have a rebellious period. I think he has been sober since he was a child. He has always known what he wants to do and what he wants... Also, I haven't seen it. But he treats someone like he treats you."

Cyril raised his eyebrows when he heard that, he found that he really enjoyed hearing about Severus' feelings for him from other people's mouths.

Although in his own opinion, his older partner is still the one who is unsmiling, cold-eyed, and does not hug and hold himself high in front of outsiders.But every time someone said to him such as: Snape really treats you differently, Snape looks at you differently, the last time Snape mentioned you...he can't help but raise the corners of his mouth crazily.

Just like now: "He really doesn't like to communicate with others. When he was a student, sometimes he was injured and stayed in the medical wing for one night. He didn't say anything. Occasionally there would be a Gryffin A lot of little girls will come to him to talk to him, but I think that level of communication is mainly due to others, and he listens, it seems to be one-sided pandering. I used to worry if he was a little autistic... Let me tell you...you are really the only one in terms of communicating your feelings. I rarely see him take the initiative to talk to people, or express emotions other than disgust. I have seen him take the initiative to pay attention to you at the dinner table. With your vegetable intake, it still feels amazing to force you to eat carrots."

Cyril smiled slightly and shook her head.

"Oh, you're engaged!"

Madam Pomfrey exclaimed suddenly as she put down the medicine bottle.

Cyril touched the silver ring on his middle finger and nodded.

"Ah... um."

Madam Pomfrey's expression was cautious and expectant: "Are you sure about the child? It's the one I thought, right...?"

"Yes. It's the gentleman you're worried about being autistic." Cyril grinned.

"Oh! Congratulations, dear!"

Madam Pomfrey gave Cyril a hug and patted him on the back.

"I really didn't expect... I really didn't expect... Sorry, I was too excited. You know, I have been staying here, sending away batches of students, there are always a few bastards that make people uncomfortable Don't worry, when you think about it occasionally, you have to worry about it like an old mother."

"I understand you, Madam Pomfrey. Thank you, you are really kind." Cyril whispered.

"When will you be married?"

"Not sure yet, maybe when everything settles down...you know, now..."

"Yes yes. Did you tell everyone?"

"What Severus and I mean is to keep quiet and wait for peace."

"That's fine." The old woman nodded.

……

Time passed quickly, and Voldemort seemed to have disappeared. After the large-scale escape, no one caused trouble, and no casualties were reported.Except that there is one less Askaban in the wizarding world, there seems to be no problem.

After being trembling for a while, Fudge resumed his high-spirited manner, trying to create a "prosperous scene" of the wizarding world singing and dancing.A while ago, he even arrested a bus ticket inspector who reported that he saw a group of Death Eaters acting collectively—the reason was to disturb public order and deliberately fabricate rumors to cause public panic.This incident only took up a page the size of a tofu block in the Daily Prophet that day, and then nothing happened, and the bus ticket inspector was also missing.

Professor Snape has been a little distressed recently.

Of course, the professor's troubles are invisible to ordinary people.He is still dressed in a black robe, with a majestic little toe on the back of his head, his dragon leather boots are stomping loudly, and he does not look sideways. The crowd passing by is like Moses splitting the sea, and the black robe is rolling... However, people who are close to him, such as Cyril, feel more profound.

Cyril leaned his head and watched his professor correcting the potion paper more violently than usual, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Once upon a time, he was stared at by all kinds of eyes and still went his own way. The professor who took it calmly has been a bit sloppy recently.He felt that his majesty (horror aura) had "diminished" because of a serial news article about the woman Rita.

When he taught Year 4 how to make nonsense potions, several Hufflepuff girls stared at him openly, and even forgot to go to the cabinet to get the ingredients.When he "reminded" them with an incomparably soft voice, their first reaction was not to run away and tremble, but tears in their eyes, hesitating to speak, their eyes full of support and...encouragement?

If it wasn't for this potion master who had been the most successful double agent under the hands of the mysterious person, who was best at analyzing other people's facial expressions and maximizing the skill of observing words and expressions, he would suspect that he was wrong.

Not just Hufflepuff, there was a bold Gryffindor seventh-year girl who blatantly printed a red lip print on the paper he assigned, and wrote a confession on half a parchment by the way.

When the wizard saw the sentence: "I am willing to warm your lonely and cold soul with my hot heart.", his first reaction was that he could not let Cyril review the recent papers on his behalf, otherwise he would be read by the little jealous It's time to lose my temper again, and my head hurts.

For the first time, Snape began to secretly hope that Ms. Skeeter's second report would be released quickly, even if he edited a bit of his bloody love story with Cyril, and begged her not to portray Snape again. Nepe was a horrible figure for the poor little one.

Poor Mr. Slytherin discovered for the first time that a loving and sympathetic gaze was more difficult to bear than a murderous and disgusting gaze.The latter he could bounce back with a more malicious look (don't doubt, he's pretty good at it), but the former... sorry he couldn't...

In the blink of an eye, it's the end of the month, and the weekend in a few days will be the day when Xiaolongbao's parents have afternoon tea.Ms. Rita Skeeter has just sent a letter saying that the second part of the serial news column has been written and will be published soon.

Cyril's job at St. Mungo's is the magic surgeon's turn.He hasn't been in a good state for the past two days.Because he is exposed to some magical damage that is similar to being torn apart and missing arms and legs almost every day.

Snape moved the dinner back to the head Slytherin's office, sympathizing with the white fox boy's nausea at the sight of the piles of meat.

Tonight, Cyril was particularly "listened". He looked at the light dinner on the table for the two of them listlessly, forked a piece of bitter chrysanthemum leaf, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, chewing it without taste. swallowed.

Snape hesitated to speak and looked at the boy in front of him. In just three days, Cyril's cheeks had sunken a little, and his chin looked sharp.

"Would you like...a chicken leg?"

Xi Ruier was stunned for a second, and then quickly returned to his senses: "Huh? Oh... No, I don't want to eat. I don't want to eat meat this month..."

"If you can't hold on now, I can't imagine how you can spend two months in St. Mungo's emergency department. The patients there will only be more terrible."

"I just need to adjust, it's fine." Cyril swallowed the bread hastily, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and signaled to Severus with his eyes that he was full.

The biggest improvement between Cyril and Severus since returning from the night on the top of the mountain was getting half use of the same big bed.

At first, when Severus saw Cyril move his pillow over and sit on the edge of his big bed dangling his feet, his expression was still conflicted and refused.

But Cyril was very generous and natural. He flattened his mouth and said frankly: "I am also very busy recently. We don't do anything. I just want to get closer to you, can I? Because I found that you are here I will really sleep better when I am next to you..."

Severus gave in.In fact, when the matter had developed to this point, it was meaningless to be hypocritical, and he had no way to refuse.

Cyril really did what he said, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary—except that he had to sleep in the opponent's arms at the end.

Snape himself had a particularly "standard" sleeping position—lying on his back, with his hands at his sides, what position he fell asleep in, and what position he woke up in.

Since there was an extra Cyril on the bed, he felt that KingSize's bed had also become crowded.

In the inherent imagination of the wizard, he sleeps alone in half of the bed, and one more person is nothing more than claiming the other half of the bed, but the second night of sharing the same bed with Cyril (the first night in Mountain top), he discovered that not everyone obeys the default rule of half a person—for example, the big boy who is holding him now.In some people's subconscious mind, except for himself, everything on this bed is his own "sleeping props".

After the boy falls asleep, he will spare no effort to wrap his hands and feet around all strip objects around him, which can be pillows or people.Cyril, who had been possessed by an octopus and a koala for three consecutive nights, woke up unconsciously. The headmaster of Slytherin pinched the bridge of his nose, and finally realized the reality that it was unrealistic for Cyril to adjust his sleeping position. Since the "sleeping environment" cannot be changed, he can only adapt himself to this "environment". He will take the initiative to hug and press the boy into his arms after Cyril is asleep. Slowly turned into lying on one's side.

The gratifying result is that the boy really became so honest.The rest of the sleep time can be almost motionless until dawn.Obedient as a little animal that finally found a safe habitat and fell asleep soundly.

Hugging is a magical action, which not only brings a sense of security to the hugged, but also brings unexpected satisfaction to the hugger himself.When Cyril's soft breath brushed against the ears, when the two people's chests were only separated by two layers of not-so-thick pajamas, when the heartbeats gradually became in tune and resonated, when the boy put his head on his shoulder socket just right It made him feel a kind of weight-bearing solidity, and Snape knew that he would never be able to return to his normal sleeping position and fall asleep.

Tonight - the night of the sixth working day at St. Mungo's Magic Injury Surgery - Cyril had a nightmare.

Snape patted the boy's shoulder blades, which were a little painful to touch recently, and lighted up the lamp on the bedside table.The white fox boy didn't wake up, he kept shaking.

"Stop the bleeding... stop the bleeding quickly... this won't work, the wound is too big, you can't use this medicine..."

Intermittent ravings came out of Cyril's mouth, and Snape remembered a letter he had received at noon today——St. Mungo's Director of Magical Injury Surgery happened to be his old acquaintance.

"Recently, the number of patients in the emergency department is not enough. Several patients with serious injuries were transferred from the emergency department. One of the patients in charge of Dr. McLean died within an hour of the transfer. The family members of the patients were very emotional. Excited... Dr. McLean is a newcomer, so it's inevitable that he's under a lot of pressure..."

Cyril's forehead began to break out in cold sweat.

"No, that's not it... we tried our best..."

Taking advantage of the not-so-bright light, Snape slowly caressed the boy's cheek with his palm.Then he bent down and kissed the light-colored lips that were still raving almost reverently.

Cyril woke up from a nearly suffocating kiss.

Before his brain figured out what happened, his body reacted like a conditioned reflex - his arms habitually wrapped around the opponent's neck.Snape supported himself with one hand, not to completely suppress the boy under him, and with the other hand, he easily grasped the other's arms around him, and then pressed it on the pillow above the boy's head.

The kiss lasted intermittently for nearly 10 minutes. Cyril gasped violently, looked at the wizard looking down at him with red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I have a nightmare?"

Snape's black eyes flickered with various lights, and Cyril felt like he was about to be skinned and dismembered.He moved his pinned leg uncomfortably, and the inside of his leg suddenly touched a piece of strange but familiar heat.

Cyril's body froze, then quickly regained its softness, and covered his eyes with the back of one hand.

Snape heard the other party chuckle and say, "Shall we try? I think you're going to explode."

The black-haired, black-eyed wizard pulled down the boy's hand in front of his eyes, groped down with one hand, and pinched it gently on a lump of soft, unresponsive flesh.

"Is that so? You think too much of your partner, Mr. McLean."

Cyril murmured, "I'm sorry... my dear, I didn't mean to spoil the fun. One of the patients I treated today... died, and I feel a little uncomfortable... but we can try... maybe we try... I have a feeling, maybe I like to be rough..."

The remaining words of the white fox boy were interrupted by a soft kiss.

Snape chuckled lightly, lay down and hugged the boy into his arms. He had absolutely no intention of dealing with his current "physical condition". He stroked the boy's back like he was stroking a cat. Half-jokingly, half-seriously said: "Your partner has thought about it carefully, and still thinks our first time should not be so heavy...Go to sleep..."

Suddenly, Cyril's nose and eye sockets felt sore, he tightly pinched the fabric of the wizard's pajamas, and buried his face in it.

"Ah."

The wizard's hand hesitated for a long time, but still covered the back of the white fox boy's head: "... Be good..."

The desk lamp was extinguished, and the room returned to darkness.

"Severus..."

"Ah."

"You must live longer than me..."

"Ah."

"Severus..."

"Ah."

"I will become a qualified and good doctor."

"You already look like a doctor, Cyril."

"Severus..."

"I'm here."

"You... hit me..."

"...Should I say: Sorry?"

"Pfft, I mean, don't you really need my help?"

"Go to sleep. Close your eyes."

"Severus..."

"..."

"Good night, I love you."

"...good night, little troll."