Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Marriage has always been very delicate in Severus Snape's heart.The reason may be because he has seen too many unfortunate marriages -- such as his biological parents.

Generally, after experiencing misfortune in some aspects in childhood and leaving a shadow, this person will have two possible psychological extremes in this matter.One is the endless fear and avoidance of this matter; the other is the morbid obsession and obsession with it.

Snape himself has some of both these chachas now.

On the one hand, he longed to have a normal married life, to have someone who loves him and he loves, to spend his life with him hand in hand, and he vowed that he would do his best to treat each other well, maintain their marriage, and never repeat his The failure of his parents' marriage, he will definitely be a man who is completely different from his father, that scum, and he will use his own actions to prove how happy his partner will be with him.

On the one hand, he has a deep fear of marriage, which he discovered belatedly when Cyril gave him the ring.He had sent Cyril all kinds of ornaments, but the ring was missing.He thought he didn't do it on purpose, but it was true.It's not that he's irresponsible, he's just... a little uncertain in his heart.Everything is so beautiful now, he is afraid that what he owns at this moment is nothing but a dream, and that one day the beautiful love will suddenly fade away, leaving only the irretrievable past and a piece of chicken feathers—just like his parents.

This is not his own lack of self-confidence, but the imprint of "marriage" that his own parents forced on his mind with their own experiences.It can't be wiped off, washed off, or wiped off.

But now the person he holds on top of his heart needs him to provide such a promise, and he needs him to give him such a sense of security.

Then all the entanglements above become worthless.

The wizard who has lived for 31 years has only one person who wants to spend his life with him, and that is his little monster Cyril. Snape is willing to do anything for Cyril, including marriage.

……

Going back to the scene where Snape says to the troll deeply that he wrote a letter to his father.

"Sorry?" Cyril asked weakly.

"I have written a letter to your father. We will have an official visit in the near future. We are discussing the time with him."

Snape explained it word for word in a mild tone.

Xi Ruier squeezed the palm of the man beside him, and asked stammeringly: "You said everything in the letter?"

Snape raised his eyebrows high, as if he was studying the reason for Cyril's nervous jabbering.

Cyril himself also found that he seemed a little agitated now.Silently withdrew his claws.

"I'm just afraid that the old man will suddenly come out of the fireplace with grandpa's knife..."

Snape chuckled lightly and shook his head. It's rare that the little troll is still a little self-aware and aware of the "reign of terror" they are about to face.

"Don't worry, I didn't say anything. I just discussed the time to meet. After all, it's better to talk about this kind of thing in person."

The white fox boy sat up again, adjusted his posture, and grabbed Snape's hand again, stroking the wizard's fingers while thinking about the upcoming meeting.

"Severus, when we meet, don't talk. In fact, my mother is fine... I'm just a little worried about my dad... But it's okay, I will tell him that I love you so much that I can't extricate myself ...forcing you...and then, huh?"

Snape withdrew his fingers pinching the other's fury ears, and gently rubbed the white fur on the back of the white fox's ears with the side of his fingers.

"You need to recover your body now, you don't need to think about it."

Cyril dumbfoundedly covered her sensitive ears, and nodded.

……

On a good Saturday, Cyril and Snape spent the entire morning in bed, and even the white fox boy settled for lunch at the small table next to the bed --- it was really a unique treatment.You know, before noon today, Professor Snape is not allowed to eat anything in the bedroom.

In the afternoon, Cyril changed into a furry turtleneck sweater and looped fleece trousers on the grounds that she was tired from lying down, with a small blanket covering her legs, and changed the place (the bed became a sofa) to sit and open letters.

On the coffee table in front of the leather sofa are two stacks of letterheads, all kinds of colorful materials—this is the "fan effect" attached to the second article of Ms. Rita Skeeter's series.

Emotional readers have read the stories of Severus and Cyril, and were deeply moved, and occasionally sent a letter or two to express their admiration for Snape's academic achievements, as well as good greetings and wishes.At the beginning, Snape just ignored this kind of letter, until one day Cyril found the cardboard box containing "junk letters" in the corner.

Cyril always expressed a strong interest in opening such inexplicable letters, and even never tired of it.So Snape checked all the letters he received every few days to see if there were any "prohibited items" or "spells" and singled them out for destruction, leaving the rest aside as Cyril felt. read.

The boy's white tail drooped on the armrest of the sofa. If you didn't look carefully, you would think there was a piece of fur decoration on the armrest. His two pointed ears stood obediently on top of his head. The loose beige sweater perfectly covered half of his chin. , half of the fingers were tucked in the sleeve, and the other half was stretched out to pinch the letter.

Rita's serial article has already been written to Chapter 4 --- "Syril participated in the "Five Schools League" competition and was in distress, Professor Snape rescued him alone", and the style of the letter he received recently has also become special "pink".

"Pfft, Severus, here is a 32-year-old lady who is confessing to you that it's okay if you don't agree to her courtship, but she only accepts you with little Cyril."

The white fox tail swayed left and right on the armrest, looking like a "fox duster" for sweeping the sofa.

The quill in Snape's hand paused, and continued writing without raising his head, pretending not to hear the boy's triumphant laughter.

"There is a man here who said he wanted to be my junior, and asked if you could accept another potion apprentice... emmmm really want to reply: no."

Cyril changed his posture, revealing a white, tender and fleshy little toe from under the blanket, threw the "apprentice application letter" in his hand back to the box under the sofa, and took another letter from the table, by the way Picked up an orange on the coffee table.

Opening the letter on his lap, Cyril peeled the orange and continued to read.

"Well, here's someone asking if I can be with you, because we seem like a good match..."

Xi Ruier chuckled while hugging the oranges, and continued to talk to himself: "Yes. Actually, these people have good eyesight."

The boy stuffed the orange slices into his mouth, and then exchanged a letter.The room was filled with the fragrance of oranges, and the white fox swayed its feet leisurely pawing at the envelopes, occasionally finding one or two interesting ones and disturbing the professor who was working.

……

Benny's reply came the next afternoon.

Both of them chose the most traditional way of sending wizards' letters, although it was very time-consuming.But anyone who is familiar with the etiquette among wizards and aristocrats knows that this is a default habit among the upper classes—important and formal communications are all passed on in the most traditional way.Just like the invitations to afternoon tea at the Malfoys are not rudely stuffed directly into the fireplace and thrown over.

The front is formal and meaningless greetings, and the back is the agreement on the meeting time.In view of the fact that the two of Hogwarts have to go to work, and Cyril’s grandparents have important things to go to Kunlun Mountains (Syril:??? I don’t know why) we had to agree on the first day of the next month. Two weekends, because the whole family has a travel plan for the May Day Golden Week on the first weekend.

No matter how you look at it, you don't think Cyril is like your own...

Cyril stretched his head to read his father's reply letter. Although he was surprised at his "procrastination", he still breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the agreed time.At least there is still a long period of time for psychological construction and preparation.

Maybe I can pave the way for my father's steady stream of water...

Snape squinted his eyes and looked at the letter in his hand repeatedly, staring at the time agreed by Benny in silence for a long time.

Contrary to Cyril's breath of relief, Master Slytherin suddenly had an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt it was extremely possible.

Benny probably discovered something, and it was hard to accept for a while...

He didn't want to jump out of the fireplace with a 40-meter-long knife, which would make everyone feel unseemly, and it was difficult to accept certain realities immediately, so this silly dad chose the "ostrich treatment method" and the word "drag".

But...it's okay, give this old senior and old friend some time to buffer, and be kind...after all...he is his "father-in-law".

……

After a small outburst, Cyril calmed down a lot, and her work in the emergency department also kicked off completely.

In Little White Fox's own words, if his previous work at St. Mungo's was simply called "office", then he was "fighting" every day in the emergency department.The doctors in the emergency department are on a shift system, and Pete set Cyril to go to work on "[-]" at the beginning, but there is no need to reschedule him.It's just that the boy's off-duty time has become uncertain.

At 6pm on a Wednesday night in May, there was a terrorist attack by unidentified wizards at a large magical music festival.

——— "The number of casualties is not yet determined. Doctors from all departments of St. Mungo's Hospital are on standby and will be dispatched after listening."

Cyril, who was changing clothes and preparing to go back to Hogwarts, received such an urgent notice.

Cyril knows about this music festival, and a "fan" who sent them a letter because of Rita's serialized articles had enclosed two tickets for this music festival in the envelope --- "Professor Snape please Take Mr. McLean to relax and relax!"

At that time, the two of them passed the music festival tickets to Regulus without even thinking about it.Firstly, neither he nor Severus liked such "music events"; secondly, they both had to work.Snape had to watch the night tonight, and Cyril hadn't gotten off work on time since working in the emergency room.

I never expected such a music festival to have an accident.The most frightening thing was not knowing what happened to Regulus and his partner.After hearing the notification, Cyril pinched the sky blue wizard robe in his hand and forgot to move for a moment.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The music festival is conservatively estimated to have 3000 people participating, and music lovers from various countries have gathered here.Detonating the Magic Explosive 11 on such an occasion is like throwing a crocodile into a box full of fish fry, a casual bite would cause heavy casualties.

St. Mungo's is as bright as daylight from the first floor to the seventh floor, and the levitating magic stretcher is like a rampant bumper car shuttling through the hall. All the communication between the doctors depends on roaring; the way back and forth is almost trotting; The cries of family members and relatives are endless; the magic air purifier cannot remove the strong and disgusting bloody smell; please pay attention to your feet, because you may step on the blood dripping from nowhere at any time.

Cyril follows Robert as he treats the blast wound of the 17th casualty.St. Mungo's has now become a scarce resource from doctors to operating rooms to beds.

Even the interns who manage the potion inventory have to start brewing the hemostatic potion on the spot as a supplement—the potions from the potion shops in the surrounding business districts are urgently called out, but it can't solve the urgent need.

Cyril ran to the bathroom on the way. He could hold back his thirst and not drink water, but he couldn't help himself not to pee in the bathroom.

The two male nurses outside the partition were discussing in a low voice while washing their hands, and Cyril inadvertently listened to both ears.

"A patient just said that there was that terrible mark on the scene..."

"...Suspected that those people did it..."

"I heard that they manipulated all the magical fireworks for the closing ceremony at the end...a huge explosion..."

The nurse was probably also very busy, and the two of them ran out in a hurry after talking and went to the front line to fight.

Cyril thought of the 8-year-old boy whose arm had been blown off, his eyes darkened, and he walked silently to the sink, washed his hands, disinfected them and returned to the operating room.

Snape went straight upstairs to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts after his night watch, and borrowed the headmaster's fireplace to go to St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore had already called an emergency meeting for the teachers before, the security level of Hogwarts was raised to the highest level, the number of patrols increased, and all external passages were closed—except for the fireplace in the principal's room.