Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape took a deep look at the boy in front of him, and sighed inaudibly: "Don't poke at the door, come in and talk. What do you want to give me?"

Cyril nimbly slipped in through the half-open door like a little loach.After a few steps, he jumped onto his partner's big bed, and transformed into a white fox in mid-air, stepping firmly on the pillow with four claws, smashing a dent in the soft down pillow.

"..."

Snape closed the door, and no longer cared about the bruises and redness on his body being discovered. He took off the bathrobe he had put on hastily just now, and threw it aside.

The wizard was wearing pajama pants, with his upper body bare, and returned to the bathroom to carry out the unfinished activities just now.

Xi Ruier waited and watched for two seconds, jumped off the bed, and rushed to the door of the bathroom in a few steps.Along the corner of the wall, he first jumped onto the toilet, then stepped onto the shelf from the toilet, kicked off a bottle of body wash, and finally climbed up to the sink, curled up his tail, and squatted opposite Snape. He stared down at the man in front of him.

Snape took a can of what looked like safflower oil, and carefully applied it to his red and swollen shoulders.Cyril stared intently at the wizard's movements with gray-green fox eyes.

A few seconds later, a boy in a white coat stood beside Snape.He reached out and took the "safflower oil" from the wizard's hand.

"Sir, the doctor is by your side, how can you apply the medicine yourself?"

Cyril poured the magic potion oil on his hand and covered the red and swollen wound on the wizard's back.

Snape flinched habitually, and Cyril could feel the tension in the muscles under his palm.

"Relax, sir. To distract you, you may choose to tell me what you all did this afternoon."

Cyril stood behind Snape, rubbing his shoulders, poking around for news.

Snape propped his hands on the sink, shut his mouth tightly, and refused to answer the question with action.

He would never tell Cyril that he had prepared his speech for so long, and that he planned to hit it off today.But he never expected that Benny, a cunning fox, would not play his cards according to the routine. As soon as Cyril left, he himself was taken directly by Benny to the basement of McLean Manor.

There, Benny simply dropped his wand and started undressing.

Yes, undress.

Who would have thought that the first thing he did when Benny brought him to the basement was to take off his clothes.

"I had a lot of things I wanted to ask you. But the moment we first met, I suddenly felt that we don't need to talk anymore today. In fact, Cyril has already told me what should be said. Thinking about it carefully, I also I don't want to listen to your vows of eternal love, deep affection."

Benny made a toothache expression, and continued: "I can see what you do and what you do to Cyril. You are all adults and have your own judgment. I don't think I am that kind." This kind of pedantic and ignorant parent can neither force Cyril to be with someone, nor can he do the inappropriate and irrational behavior of forcing you to break up by crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, but for the matter of you being together I'm still very unhappy. I think you can probably understand a little bit of my feelings as a father. Of course, it's not a big problem if you don't understand. So let's use a man's method to solve it first..."

In normal times, Snape is definitely not the one to be beaten passively, regardless of wand or hand-to-hand combat, but the people in front of him today are not only his friends or seniors, Benny has a special status blessing, this "quasi-father-in-law" Snape had to remain "well-behaved", even though it now seemed that his naive senior and father-in-law was just trying to vent his anger that had nowhere to be released.

……

Cyril looked at a bruise on the wizard's upper arm, and took a soft breath for him.

"My dad is ruthless enough." The white fox boy muttered, and relaxed his movements.

Snape didn't answer. After all, it was the first time for him to show his pain in front of his partner while he was awake. The 31-year-old wizard felt really awkward and nervous.

"Relax, your muscles are tense." Cyril seemed to feel his partner's restraint, and reached out to pat the other's uninjured forearm.

Snape tried to adjust his posture so that he didn't look so stiff, and he asked hoarsely, "Have you wiped it?"

"No, the right side hasn't been wiped yet. But... Since you don't want to talk about the process, can you share the result with me?"

Through the mirror, Snape could see the big boy behind him with lowered eyes and concentrated on applying the medicine for himself. His hair was a little messy, with a few tufts curled up here and there. Under the warm light in the bathroom, he looked like a A layer of lingering gold veil was draped over his whole body.

In fact, Benny didn't hit hard in the end. Except for the first few punches, he was more fighting with himself in the end.

"Actually, you should resist, so that I can at least have some fun." Benny's father, who was always elegant and decent, leaned against the wall and panted.

Snape stood still, shaking his head, "You are Cyril's father."

"Hmph, let me tell you, if you treat my little furball a little bit badly in the future, no matter how much Cyril likes you, I will have a way to make you never see each other for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter...whether you have children in the future or not."

Benny is like the party that finally compromises in all movies, and he put down a cruel remark that sounded very "childish".

Snape, basking in the intense excitement and joy that Benny seemed to agree to something, or at least acquiesce in something, automatically ignored what followed about the child.

Benny raised his chin viciously, picked up the decorations he just took off from the small table next to him, and asked slowly: "When will you get married? I don't mean to urge you to get married. I mean , Of course, it's better if you don't get married..."

"I will propose at the Order of Merlin. Exactly 6 June, if the Ministry of Magic does not bring it forward."

"..."

Benny stopped what he was doing and turned into a weathered sculpture, his gray-green eyes wide open.

"I've looked at this time specifically, and this is something I want to discuss with you later. June 6 is shown on the Chinese perpetual calendar as a suitable day for marriage. It is a lucky day. If you have other recommendations, you can also tell me."

"...Wait, you said it's June 6th today, this year?" Benny asked stammeringly.

"Yes. Every day I spend with Cyril is a new sweetness and suffering for me, and I can't wait to start our own family with him."

Snape looked embarrassed, three buttons of his shirt were broken, and the small knot on his head was also loose. He just stood there straight in this posture, unhurried, with an unusually firm face.

Benny opened his mouth for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "No, it's too hasty... You, I... Cyril just graduated, you?"

"Benny, you know... Cyril is the person I love the most, and I will guard him for a long time in the future, no matter sooner or later, nothing will change."

Benny raked his hair furiously, grabbed the coat and the ebony and gold-headed cane at hand, and walked upstairs without looking back, his footsteps were loud.

Before pushing open the door to the basement, he paused and said through gritted teeth, "Cover the wound on your face, so that the family dinner won't be bloody."

Accompanied by the voice, the basement door was slammed loudly.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard stood in the middle of the basement, wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers, the blood was still hot on his lips, and the ambiguous "family dinner" made his redness and pain easier.

The memory came to an abrupt end, but the big eyes of the white fox boy were still full of expectation in the mirror.Snape pulled the little troll behind him to the front, covered the boy's waist with his arms, rested his palms on the corner of the sink, and tilted his face to give him a soft kiss.

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged the wizard's neck in an anticlimactic manner.

"Can I sleep here today?" A certain white fox knew the truth that iron needs to be struck while it's hot, and asked in a low voice between the two kissing.

The raising of Cyril's question made Snape finally regain his sanity.The two were inseparable in the bathroom just now, and he had even unbuttoned Cyril's little white coat... But this is Cyril's home, and his parents just reluctantly allowed them to be together today.

"I don't want your father to regret his decision in just 4 hours thinking his son is going to live with a horny old hooligan."

Snape said dryly, and at the same time very frankly showed Cyril his already embarrassing physical condition.

"Oh! But the atmosphere is really good!" Cyril clung tightly to the wizard's neck, pretending that he was a dodder.

"Stop teasing me, go back, I have to go back to school tomorrow, and I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to attend Sir Merlin's awards after the final exam. I thought we were quite busy."

Snape patted the boy on the bottom and urged him back to sleep.

Cyril reluctantly turned his head three times and was driven to the door by Snape. The boy gripped the crack of the door and groaned, "Can't we just hug and sleep together? I swear I will never move..."

"That's undignified, Cyril. Go back to sleep and good night."

Snape guarded the door tightly, his tone was gentle as if he was coaxing a small animal.

Cyril looked up at the wizard in front of him, wrinkled his nose, and suddenly jumped up as if remembering something.

"That's right, I'm really here to deliver something to you. In the pajamas I took off, you look through it."

Snape raised his eyebrows suspiciously, walked back to the bed in doubt, and found a familiar pouch in the pocket of Cyril's pajamas.

"I gave it to you, my dear. The way to crack it is to open it, and the decision is in your hands."

Cyril's eyes were shining with fiery light, and Snape held the small purse tightly, as if his hand was not a token of Cyril's destined mate, but the sincere heart of the white fox boy.

Snape felt that he had lost his voice and the ability to speak for a moment, the corners of his eyes were a little dry, his nose was sore, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"I'll open it at a suitable time, in front of you. Your purse...I'll take it."

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