Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape's eyebrows were drawn together tightly.

"I didn't know Hagrid had a way to raise dragons."

Cyril looked at the wizard beside him with a smile, and concluded cheerfully: "This helps us understand one thing, but it's not important anymore."

Snape reacted quickly.

"About why Quirrell can pass the hell three-headed dog?"

"Yes. Draco told Narcissa that the dragon egg (the baby dragon hatched by Hagrid) was obtained by accident from a bet between Hagrid and a stranger in a tavern. So there are not so many accidents that are just right, but they are all planned for a long time. .”

"It's really rare, student Cyril has learned to spy on the essence of the magical society."

Snape sighed softly with a peaceful brow.

Cyril pushes forward.

"It can only be said that Mr. Snape protected me too well before."

"Ah."

The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard chuckled lightly, noncommittal to Cyril's flattery, took the time to tidy up his clothes, and lowered his eyes to look at the time.

"Where are we going now? Professor Snape."

"Go to Dumbledore, I always feel that Lucius is hiding something from me."

……

However, when they returned to Hogwarts, they did not find Dumbledore, but they found two owls with envelopes in their mouths.

Cyril looked at the envelope with the emblem of Sir Merlin and the seal of the Ministry of Magic printed in his hand, and felt a little magical.

The white fox boy shook the envelope in his hand, there was no special sound—it seemed that there was nothing strange inside; he looked through the light of the window again, and finally asked in surprise: "What is this?"

Snape had already opened the letter in his hand in a smooth manner, and replied in a flat tone: "Invitation letter. Don't worry, they won't send you the Order of Merlin directly by owl mail...so don't waver it anymore." .”

"Merlin, did I do something earth-shattering that I didn't know about?"

Cyril tore open the envelope in his hand with a delicate mood.

The letter is very long, but most of it is nonsense.The boy glanced through it hastily, and even didn't read the whole thing, but the content was already shocking.

Cyril huddled beside Snape, and murmured with some guilt: "Severus, I thought the C magic potion was your achievement."

Snape casually put the letter in his hand on the table, stood up and began to untie the cufflinks, bow tie and a series of scattered decorations, and replied lightly: "It is indeed my achievement, no One can deny that."

The white fox boy blinked his big gray-green eyes, pinched the letter paper in his hand and looked even more at a loss: "...Then what happened to invite me, and nominated."

The wizard walked to the side of the room, hung the robe casually on the hanger, and said with a natural expression: "You are my assistant and the main person in charge of the clinical trial period, so of course you should be invited."

"... Don't you think your words are a bit inconsistent?"

Cyril walked forward with a "drum, pedal" and tried to lie on the wizard's back—but failed.

The wizard turned around nimbly, and patted the big boy's lower back lightly—I don't know if the wizard didn't find the right position on purpose, Cyril felt that half of his hand was on his own. on the ass.

A soft but extremely clear sentence came to Cyril's ears: "You are also my achievement, the one I am most satisfied with."

"Boom!" It's like throwing a whole pot of Floo powder in the fireplace; throwing a handful of porcupine quills while the scabies potion is on; throwing a ton of Wildfire Bombers in a crowd.

He was tired of Severus every day, and every day he had to hug and hold the tall little white fox from the red ears to the neck, and froze there.

Just now...was he molested by this "sanctuary" guy? ? ?

yes...

Xi Ruier was a little suspicious of Hu Sheng.

"If you have time to be in a daze, why don't you help me with these little devil's papers, Assistant Professor McLean."

Snape's voice came from the desk behind him.

Cyril was still pinching the invitation letter of Sir Merlin in his hand in a daze, and said dryly: "I haven't finished reading it yet and finally said what I want to prepare."

What the black-haired black-eyed wizard said was still very frustrating: "The award judging date is during the summer vacation, and the final awards will be presented at the end of July and the beginning of August. Even if you are trying to get ready to receive the award dress now... it's a bit early."

"Hey, this is the first time I've been exposed to such a powerful award, can't you make me excited for a while?"

Cyril threw away the letter, which was still very precious just now, and flew towards it while grinding his molars. He turned into a white fox halfway, and all his clothes fell to the ground.

The white fox stretched its limbs heartily in mid-air, pulling itself into a long one, which looked like a flying fur scarf from a distance.When he was about to fall into the arms of the wizard, the white fox twisted his waist nimbly and lightly, turned sideways and curled up his limbs slightly. Snape stretched out an arm as usual, and pulled the fox into his arms.

The white fox sharpened its claws unceremoniously on the wizard's expensive shirt, stretched out its big tail, and gently brushed the wizard's chin with the tip of its tail.

Snape changed his position so that he could hold the white fox more comfortably.Then he joked blankly: "Are you going to attack me? My teaching assistant? Use your mighty fox form?"

After Snape finished speaking, he pinched one of Cyril's front paws, and rubbed the white fox's pad with the ball of his finger.

"..."

The white fox pretended not to understand, and continued to scratch the edge of the shirt with the other paw, not knowing how those two furry and short bald paws did it, and when Snape realized it, he stuffed it into his trousers More than half of the hem of his shirt has been pulled out, and the little fox is "drilling holes" in it with its sharp teeth.

Snape looked at the new shirt he changed this morning speechlessly, the one who chose this shirt was the hairy four-legged creature in his arms.What the other party said to me in the morning is still in my ears: "This shirt is good, and the texture is comfortable, just wear this one. I like it..."

So Snape didn't know how other people would behave when they liked something, but the liking of this fox in his arms... probably just crushed it with its claws?

——Snape thought helplessly.

The invitation letter jointly sent by the Ministry of Magic and Sir Merlin Committee is only used to inform you in advance. To put it bluntly, it is to inform you: "Congratulations, you have been shortlisted!" That's all.The official copy will be delivered one month before the award ceremony, and then all matters will be confirmed with the parties concerned.

The little giant was so excited that it was reasonable, thinking back then... the first time he received such a notice, he seemed to be a little excited.But at that time, I was alone and had no one to share with. All I could do was to take that invitation letter and take a deep sleep on the bed.

Snape hooked the white fox's chin with his fingers, and pulled the scrapped, wet shirt hem out of the white fox Cyril's mouth. He suddenly understood a sentence that he accidentally saw a long time ago : Happiness is the happiness shared by others.

He was like a circle born with a missing corner, and Cyril made it up for him.

……

Dumbledore came back at night.

Cyril directly used his patron saint to invite his old principal to come and have dinner with them.

Dumbledore readily went, because Cyril said that he would eat Peking duck tonight—a steaming duck that had just been delivered.

A "report meeting of the enemy's subordinates instigating rebellion" was turned into a Chinese food exchange meeting under Xi Ruier's instigation.

The roast duck is packaged directly from the famous century-old store in the capital and airlifted by Dapeng. It has been cast with a heat preservation spell. When Dumbledore sat down, the roast duck was still in the best condition when it was baked. The color is bright red, the meat is tender, Fat but not greasy, the skin is crispy and burnt...

So the business was postponed indefinitely until the two people at the table were full of food.

"The thin layer of pie crust is amazing, it looks so thin that it is almost transparent but not broken... Wrap the fat and thin roast duck with skin and meat connected, dip it in your special sauce, and bite it down... The combination of cucumber It's also just right, to relieve the tiredness..."

At this moment, Albus Dumbledore is like a big cat that has eaten and licked its fur, half leaning on the sofa, holding the Pu'er tea made for him by Cyril in his hand, and muttering professionally. Gourmet reviews——Don’t mention these words at all. The last time I corresponded with Lao Lin, the other party wrote to him specifically to persuade him to take a vacation and come to China for vacation.

"What were you trying to discuss with me just now, Severus?"

After the old principal finished savoring the delicious roast duck, he finally remembered to get down to business.

"Lucius Malfoy. We went to see him today." Snape put the teacup back on the coffee table, sitting upright as always.

"The effect is average?" Dumbledore nodded as if he had expected something.

"It's better than I imagined. His wavering is certain, but he seems to have some concerns. It's not surprising, because he has been with that person longer than me. Some interests or other entanglements that are not easy to talk to outsiders are understandable... But I reminded him of small details, like the mental state of the man."

The old headmaster stroked his beard, and Cyril noticed that there was a beautiful and delicate metal bow tied on the old man's beard today.The old man who had a special preference for bow ties spoke from the ground: "The nobleman followed Tom at the beginning because he saw that he could lead everyone back to their former glory and some easy-to-get benefits. The empty promises that come out, those so-called 'pure blood supremacy', 'purification of the wizarding world', etc., the slogans they used have become worthless."

The old man smacked his lips, and Sirilf sincerely hugged a brand new snack box from the drawer under the coffee table --- it was just sent by grandma yesterday.Respectfully took out a piece of chrysanthemum pastry from the inside, put it in a tea tray, and offered it.

Satisfied, the old man pulled the small tea tray in front of him, and continued: "He must have something similar to the 'Gold Medal for Avoiding Death' in Muggle novels, which gave him a little confidence that he might still be able to make Malfoy even after that person came back. The surname is still standing. But according to what you just described, he is very afraid of Crazy Tom. So let's take a wild guess... What is he hesitating about?"

"He wants to negotiate. He wants to maximize his profits. Even if he betrays his former master, he still wants to sell for a good price."

Cyril said firmly.

Dumbledore nodded and took a big mouthful of chrysanthemum puff pastry.

"Just one thing I don't understand, Albus?"

"Please, child."

Cyril asked matter-of-factly: "Since you know that he is still related to that person, that is to say, his Imperius Curse was a lie during the trial, why did you let him go?"

"Because he's harmless, kid. The world isn't black and white, and the wizarding world just needs people in a gray area like them to check...to balance. Only transition can stabilize. Malfoy is wobbly, but compared to the vicious A desperado and fanatic, he is more of a businessman. Too much is too much, this is the tacit rule of adults."

"It's about the same as I thought." Cyril shrugged.

"So back to the topic just now, I have a magical guess, good or bad, I'm not sure yet... In short, I miscalculated the role of the Malfoy family in this game... Severus. "

Snape sat silently, frowning.After a while, the wizard adjusted the sleeves of his new shirt.

"I see. It's just not the right time to be overly enthusiastic and... eager."

"Yes, take a long-term plan." Seeing the two people in front of him start to show "the tacit understanding of people with high IQ" in front of him again, he asked silently: "So let's wait and see what happens, and wait for him to come to find out on his own initiative." us?"

"So to speak, Cyril." The old headmaster nodded.

……

Once the cold January is over, all that remains of the long dead of winter is the tip of the tail.Time passed faster as the temperature rose.

In March and April, the grass grows and warblers fly, and Cyril enters St. Mungo's magic emergency room.

A doctor who has not been in an emergency department is not enough to talk about life.

Cyril remembered the first day he stepped here, what the chief physician Robert who was in charge of taking him said to him.

On his first day, Cyril was in charge of hosting an 8-year-old boy who blew both of his arms off while playing illegal magic fireworks.

Although the Skeleton Spirit and other miscellaneous spells and potions could help the boy regain his health, Cyril still vomited in the dark when he went back at night.

Severus leaned against the bathroom doorframe, a huge towel in his hand.The hem of the white shirt on Cyril's body had been roughly pulled out of his trousers by himself, and the belt was also undone, half hanging by his legs.

He actually planned to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands, so he used to use the red berry hand sanitizer that he bought on a whim in the city center last week.This hand sanitizer is usually used very happily, but the moment it was squeezed out today, Cyril felt that he had returned to the bloody and cramped space next to the operating table.

The stomach that had only drank a bowl of porridge twitched instantly, the liquid in it rolled up and down, and then he hugged the toilet and vomited upside down.

Cyril supported the sink with one hand, and groped with the other hand to turn the flush handle of the toilet with his fingers.

He straightened up slowly, then almost staggered into the bathroom inside, kicked off his shoes, and slapped the nozzle on in the shower, the low-temperature water poured down like a torrential rain .

Cyril was still wearing clothes and pants, standing barefoot under the shower head, with his hands propped on the wall, unable to see his expression clearly, the water soaked through the boy's white shirt in an instant, revealing his thin waistline and protruding shoulder blades .

Snape sighed, put the big towel aside, rolled up his sleeves, walked in, and closed the bathroom door.