Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The two "raw rice" here don't know why the old father (father-in-law) is bald. They are tired of sitting on the couch in the office together. Cyril is holding a newspaper and reading Ms. Rita Skeeter's writing The last article in the series.

Cyril lay pillow on Snape's lap in a very disfigured way, laughed while watching, and finally just put the Daily Prophet on his face.

Snape held the book in one hand, held down the dishonest little troll on his lap with a disgusted expression, and stretched out his hand to remove the newspaper from the opponent's face.

"If you want to see it, sit up and see, what does it look like lying down?"

Cyril lay flat, COS a salted fish: "No, I can't stand it anymore. I even have doubts about who I am now."

"I regret that Mr. McLean lost himself in a vulgar plot full of bragging and grandstanding."

"No no no, Severus, it's not vulgarity, it's mental poison, you should see it...really."

Cyril grunted to his feet, retrieved the newspaper, flattened it, and pointed it out to Snape.

"When Mr. McLean was still a teenager, he determined to be a person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with his teacher, Mr. Snape. Now through unremitting efforts, he is getting closer and closer to his goal. Looking at the stalwart standing beside him In the eyes of McClain, who is no longer an ignorant little boy, there is a deeper nostalgia..."

"Skeeter is sure this sentence is fluent??? Why do I feel that the content and theme are getting more and more wrong???" Cyril almost slapped the newspaper on Snape's nose.

Snape grabbed Cyril's hand, took the newspaper away with a cold face, folded it casually and threw it on the coffee table, and said in a long tone: "If you have that time, why don't you read the previous report, or go to Memorize your qualification exams. If it's really boring, there are dozens of bone spirits in the potions laboratory for you to make."

Cyril curled her lips: "No, as soon as I think of Benny coming tomorrow, I don't want to do anything right now, just let me lie down."

Snape snorted, looking very blind.

Cyril didn't know what to think of, took the book from Snape's hand, and cupped the wizard's face with both hands.

"Honey, why don't we have a baby now!"

"..."

"Really, I'm serious. Maybe there's nothing to talk about with a baby Benny."

The brain circuit of the white fox boy was as clear as ever, and there was a light in his gray-green eyes that made Snape faintly want to beat him up.

Snape swallowed the sentence on his lips: "Maybe Benny really has nothing to say by then, and he'd rather go straight to the wand."

The wizard pulled the boy's hands off his face, then covered his eyes with one hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose.It looks like a headache.

"Please, Cyril. For Merlin's sake, accept your unrealistic ideas. Then get off my lap, I want to make potions now."

"Oh."

……

Benny came to England in mid-May, and sent a meeting letter to the cellar through a golden eagle that Cyril had never seen before.

When Snape showed up at McLean Manor with Cyril, Benny stood at the gate of the manor with an inscrutable expression on his face. In the hunting wind on the top of the mountain, the exquisite robes were rolled up with the wind, and there was a faint aura of wanting to "fight the top of the Forbidden City" with them.

"Junior Snape, my friend." Benny spoke first, his chin raised slightly.

"Senior McLean, long time no see."

Snape stood still in front of Benny. The two were about the same height, a few steps apart, and nodded in greeting.

It feels like the next step is that they will each take three steps back, counting to three and turning around to duel...

Cyril licked her face and moved closer to Benny, trying to ease the atmosphere, and smiled flatteringly: "Dad."

Benny glanced sideways at Cyril expressionlessly, and said "hmm" as a greeting to his son.

The three of them returned to the living room, Biscuit came back with Benny, and put mellow coffee, milk tea and a few plates of snacks on the table.

Benny watched quietly as Snape pulled aside the chair for Cyril, removed the black coffee on the coffee table, and pushed the milk tea to Cyril's side.Cyril sat down directly as usual, picked up the milk tea in front of him... as if he was used to being taken care of.

The old father who was worried about their "cooking the raw rice into cooked rice" couldn't bear to look directly at him, and complained about his blindness for the 800th time in his heart.

This is not the first time this scene has appeared in front of him, however, the previous him never felt that there was anything wrong.

"Syril, your mother misses you very much, go upstairs and talk to her."

Cyril, who was stretching his paws towards the butter biscuits on the table, raised his head in disbelief, his eyes full of accusations.

"..."

Snape sat on the side, seeing Cyril cast his eyes on himself, expressing affirmation and comfort with his eyes.

Cyril finally compromised and walked to the balcony on the second floor with three steps.Lin Jiu was reading a book, with a set of bone china teacups and teapots in hand.The white fox boy's mind was a little messed up, and he was a little downcast. He even conspired to speculate whether his parents planned to persuade the two of them separately and disintegrate their relationship from the inside.

However, Lin Jiu just waved to him: "Sit here, my dear. Let me see you. You have lost weight recently. Is it because you are too tired from the work in the hospital?"

Cyril responded with a low voice, pulled away the chair beside her mother, and wrapped herself in the rattan armchair covered with pillows.In the next second, his face was pinched by a hand.

Lin Jiu put her face in front of her son, with unconcealable curiosity on her face, but the content of the words she asked was astonishing: "How far have you and Severus progressed, and is there any way?"

"... Cough! Cough cough!" Cyril, who was sipping miserably with his tea in his arms, managed to choke the water into his trachea.

Lin Jiu patted his son's back casually indifferently, and smelled the smell on Xi Ruier's neck by the way.

"Huh? You haven't...???"

"...Mom... how do you know me, Severus, and you...?" Cyril muttered for a long time, looking at his mother resentfully.

"Small, I've seen it a long time ago!" Lin Jiu withdrew her hand, looked at her pearl-colored nails, and said nonchalantly.

Cyril stared, carefully observing his mother's expression, and found that the other party really didn't look worried, and a bold idea rushed into his mind.

"Mom... so you don't object?"

"Why should I object? You can't leave him, and he doesn't seem to be able to leave you, and you are very happy together. Why should I object?"

Lin Jiu asked why he objected twice in a row, but this attitude made Cyril a little uncertain.

"But...that destiny mate, and, I don't think Dad looks too happy."

Lin Jiu touched his son's "fox head" meaningfully, and said ambiguously: "Trust my son, no matter what kind of person you find, your father... will not be very happy, especially a man."

"I thought same-sex couples were quite common in the wizarding world." Cyril explained hastily.

"But this doesn't prevent him from being disappointed. Benny actually doesn't seem to have grown up... Sometimes not only him, but I also feel in a trance, feeling that the little fox who is sleeping soundly in my arms will suddenly have a day with someone else. Life is gone, it doesn't belong to us completely. I feel empty in my heart, and when you become a parent in the future, you will also face this feeling."

Cyril blinked: "Then... Destiny Companion?"

"Do you care about this kind of formal fate?"

"I don't care, I even wish he or she didn't exist... The reason I ask is that I always feel that there is such a person, and Severus will have all kinds of concerns when he is with me. "

"If you are sure you want to be with him, break your destiny partner! I taught you how."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, but Severus was always stubborn and had a... almost paranoid sense of ritual. He always said it would be a year later, although there was not much time left. He and I There was an agreement before, saying that..."

Lin Jiu said with a mixture of curiosity and amusement: "Did he really say that? My God! Is he so cute? Isn't he 31 years old?"

"...Ah, yes."

"...Treat him well, son. There are not many such lovely men." Lin Jiu patted his son's shoulder in a deep tone.

Cyril looked puzzled, but nodded solemnly.

Lin Jiu looked at her silly son, and what she didn't say was: When a relationship between two people eliminates the desire of time, material and physical instinct, what remains is pure love, and perhaps only cherish it to the apex of the heart. Don't want to touch each other for a minute.

"Where did you put the little purse of Destiny Partner?" Lin Jiu looked his eldest son up and down.

"It seems to be thrown upstairs..." Cyril said uncertainly.

"...You'd better take it, I think you can give this to Severus if you have a chance, maybe he will feel at ease."

Lin Jiu spoke carefully.

"? Oh. Then I'll go upstairs and look for it later."

"I wish you a happy son. There are some things my mother has never said to you, but my mother thinks that she leads by example. Now that your values ​​​​have been formed, I can say it to you with confidence... In this world, only One form of success is to live the way you want. Similarly, there is only one form of happiness, which is to feel happy yourself. Ask your heart in everything you do, and other people's opinions are not important. "

Cyril rubbed her nose with her fingers, without nodding or making a sound.

"Come on, come into Mom's arms, I know you want a hug." Lin Jiu opened her arms.

Cyril chuckled: "I'm going to be 18 soon, why do I feel like you still think I'm only 3 years old..."

"In my eyes, you only have 5 months and 16 days."【33】"?"

Lin Jiu gestured with a smile: "In my eyes, you will always look like a newborn, small like a little pink monkey."

"Oh, yes... Speaking of monkeys. Did your father tell you that this time your grandparents brought back a white fox without parents from Kunlun?"

Cyril asked in his heart what the relationship between the monkey and the white fox was, but he calmly said, "No."

"It's likely that your father was stunned by your anger, so he forgot to mention it. It's a little white fox about the same age as Yiwen. Because he has no parents, he is not yet proficient in transforming into human beings. We discussed it and planned to raise it first. on."

……

Over there, Severus and Benny talked about something, and they didn't show up for the whole afternoon.It wasn't until supper time that the two wizards arrived late.Since it was the weekend, Cyril and Severus had to stay at night as a matter of course.

On the first night of the showdown with his parents, Cyril and Severus were lying on two beds in two rooms for the first time after five months.

Cyril couldn't fall asleep, and tossed and turned "pancakes" on the bed. Without the embrace of the wizard and the familiar atmosphere around him, the white fox was a little restless.

Finally, Cyril found a reasonable excuse and knocked on Severus' door.

The door didn't open immediately, and there seemed to be a faint answer from inside, wait a moment, and the white fox boy poked patiently at the door.

Two minutes later, Snape appeared in front of Cyril in a bathrobe, and the door was only half opened.

"Syril, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"I'll bring you something."

Cyril squinted at Snape's asymmetrical bathrobe collar - half tucked in, half turned out.This is very unusual.

"What?" Snape said hoarsely.

Cyril asked awkwardly, "What's wrong with your arm?"

"I'm fine."

In the next second, Cyril quickly tore off the collar of Snape's flimsy bathrobe.The wizard's strong, pale chest and arms were instantly exposed to the air.

Cyril blinked, his gray-green eyes were full of shock that couldn't be concealed.

Snape was extremely embarrassed, and there was even a little aggrieved in his dark eyes. He pulled up his clothes and looked like he wanted to close the door.

"Severus...you, you and my dad..."

Cyril knew that at this moment he should rush forward to give the wizard a comforting hug, but he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

The tone of the white fox boy seemed to have discovered a new world: "Did you fight with my father?"