Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

June 6th is the last day of final exams at Hogwarts.

Cyril had just finished her full rotation at St. Mungo's the day before and had already submitted an application to return to the lab.

Pete Sr. waved his hand and granted him a two-week luxury vacation.

Pete looked at Cyril, who had lost all his weight, lovingly and distressedly, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Rest well, sleep more, try to eat five meals a day, and get back quickly! You look like a matchstick now, and the lab can't have such a weak body!"

"It sounds like you're raising pigs..." Cyril murmured with a smile while holding a thick report.

"You may think so. Anyway, I hope to see a strong lad in two weeks." Old Pete replied cheerfully.

Cyril wrinkled her nose, grinned, and made a silly face.

Old Pete tidied up the report on the table without paying attention.

Cyril looked around casually and asked, "Director Pete, didn't Lucy come to work?"

"Oh, she asked for leave and said she has something to do at home. You have a good relationship with her?" Old Pete asked casually with his glasses hanging on the tip of his nose, squinting his eyes at the documents in his hand.

"I just suddenly remembered that the last time I saw her was several months ago. At that time, I felt that she was not in good health." Cyril frowned and looked at an empty pink desk in the laboratory.

"That's right! She's been like this since Christmas, and it's been half a year... This time she went back and said that she had something to do with her family, and by the way she was taking care of her body. I was thinking that if you have a good relationship, you can go to condolences on my behalf. If you have a relationship Generally, it's fine..."

Cyril thought of the "big vinegar bucket" that graded the papers in the regular school, but he shrugged his shoulders and refused to agree, and put the episode behind him.The boy greeted the people in the laboratory and returned to school impatiently.

The joint letter from the Ministry of Magic and Sir Merlin arrived at Hogwarts' Slytherin head office at the same time as Cyril, and Professor Snape happened to be correcting the potion final exam paper.

Cyril hung the robe on the hanger casually, unbuttoned the shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and eagerly opened the dark blue letter.

Inside is a medal-like number plate with 07 written on it.Attached with the badge number plate is the entire process of the Merlin Medal Awarding Conference on June [-].

"Hi honey. Do you have this too?"

Cyril collapsed on the sofa, like a boneless mollusc, happily dangling around with the medal marked with the number 07.

Snape knew what Cyril was talking about without looking up, and he responded with an "um".

"What's your number?" Cyril persistently disturbed the professor's marking.

"The number next to you."

"Oh."

Cyril continued to look at the envelope in his hand, trying to find something interesting inside.

"The meeting on the 2th is at [-] pm, which means we go after lunch?"

Snape drew three big bright red "X"s on one of the test papers, and said "hmm" again.

Cyril changed her posture, threw the letter back on the coffee table, and raised her legs: "Have you tried the dress I made?"

"……No."

The test paper with three big "X"s only got a P in the end.

"Then let's try some clothes on, so as not to have any accidents during the ceremony..."

"Cyril." Snape sighed softly, interrupting Cyril's endless chatter.

"OK?"

"Come here and judge the papers for me. Don't lie there like a splendens."

"Oh... can I say one more thing? My dear professor?"

"You can speak while grading papers."

"OK……"

Cyril walked up to Snape's side step by step, conjured up a chair, and sat on it.He conveniently dragged more than half of the test paper from Snape's hand, and said while looking for a red ink quill: "Old Pete granted me a two-week leave, I think I can finally have a good rest."

"Congratulations," Snape replied.

"It's too cold, my friend. Are you not cherishing me because you have obtained my father's approval and revealed your true nature?"

Cyril pursed his lips on purpose and hummed.

Snape put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his overused eyes: "...well, Cyril, what do you want to hear?"

Cyril felt that the trick was successful, and suggested with a smile: "In two weeks, can we take a vacation by the way, as a reward for possibly obtaining the Merlin Medal?"

Snape was about to be amused by Cyril, and he raised one corner of his mouth and said lightly: "I might also get the Medal of Merlin, who should I ask for my award?"

"I'll reward you! I'll reward you for vacationing with me! How about it?"

Cyril almost flicked out her own fox tail.

Snape looked deeply at the boy in front of him, his gray-green eyes were full of his own reflection, his voice was low, and his tone was even a little guilty: "...Syril, it's not safe outside now, all kinds of things may happen at any time In such a situation, I cannot give you such a promise..."

Cyril leaned forward and kissed the wizard on the cheek lightly, and let out a "shh".

"I'll just talk casually... I understand, I'm teasing you! I'll be satisfied if you sleep with me and have a good sleep."

Snape reached out and caressed the boy's cheek, pulled the white fox boy back in front of him, and kissed him softly on the forehead, counting it as a silent comfort.

"But you have to make up for this vacation sooner or later! When the situation settles down, you must!" Cyril wrinkled her nose and said half coquettishly and half seriously.

"Ah."

Snape snorted in response.

……

June 1991, 6, Ministry of Magic.

When Cyril stepped into this hall again, he felt a very "vicissitudes" mood.

Think back then... What grade was he in?It seems to be the third grade.At that time, he had just run into a catastrophe, almost blowing himself up and blowing up the entire Room of Requirement. After receiving the inheritance, he regained his human form, and was brought to the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin by Snape.

Before entering the door, I didn't understand anything and looked around curiously, completely ignoring the meaning of this ceremony and a medal from the bottom of my heart.

Afterwards, Professor Snape went to the stage, the Order of Merlin Second Class, a small one pinned to his chest, so shining, like the brightest star, instantly guiding the young little white fox direction.

In the past, Cyril only thought that Professor Snape was very powerful in an abstract way, but he didn't have any specific concept. How powerful is this person?To what extent?He couldn't tell himself.

But from the moment he saw the medal being worn by Professor Snape, Cyril suddenly had a strong desire to become better and stronger, and to be able to stand confidently beside that wizard.

Today, he finally had the opportunity to appear here because he was the recipient. The Medal of the Order of Merlin that once belonged to Snape was treasured in his Cosmos Bag. 【90】Ask yourself, Cyril feels that his achievements are less than one-tenth of the person he loves the most, and even today's nomination is because of the C magic potion created by that person.

However, this was indeed a good start, at least he was on the path Snape had walked on.

When I came here before, there were reporters at the door, and when I saw these two people who were particularly "topic" appearing, they were extremely commotional.A few people who were not afraid of Snape's "death sight" even put microphones and cameras in front of the two of them - eager to poke them in the face and get a little scoop.

When a microphone finally poked Cyril's nose less than a centimeter away, Snape who was walking in front stopped, and the Slytherin Snake King looked back as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He wrapped his arms around Cyril's shoulders and placed him by his side.

As soon as they entered the exhibition hall of the conference, the staff led them to sit in the first row——this was a seat closer to the award platform than last time.

Guests appeared one after another, and the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin officially began.As usual, a highly respected old man from the Knights of Merlin came to the stage to give a speech, and Cyril found that Dumbledore and Fudge were also here.

Start with the award of the third-class medal. The recipients of the third-class medal are the most, with a total of 4 people who have made contributions in their respective fields of work.A master of spell research (he invented a few small spells in daily life, which are not very powerful, but save time), a scholar of magical biology (he discovered a brand new magical creature, although currently I don't know what use that creature is to the wizarding world), and two Aurors, one of whom Cyril also knows is the retired Alastor Moody, who seems to have bravely fought with three of them while shopping for groceries. The three fugitives dealt with and fought, and successfully captured them.

Cyril sat beside Snape, listening to Alastor's sonorous "honor acceptance speech" on the stage, and felt that if Mr. Moody had a few more minutes of speech time, he would be able to incite some people to fight against him. Now roll up your sleeves and fight into the villain's lair together.

Snape was as straight and silent as ever, and no matter who was speaking incoherently or impassionedly, he just sat in his seat, and except for the necessary applause, Cyril doubted that his eyes would Turn it around.

After that, there are two second-level medals.The host held a cue card in his hand and called out the first name.The name Cyril is also very familiar, to be exact, very familiar.

The lady who walked up to the awarding platform was a colleague of the white fox boy in St. Mungo's, and the two had "cooperated" twice in less than half a year.She is the director of the Magical Injury Surgery Department. Whether it was the last rotation or the terrorist attack at the music festival, Cyril followed her to perform many magic surgeries.This nearly 50-year-old lady carried almost one-third of the operation volume on the night of the terrorist attack on her own. It was not until the next morning that her colleagues discovered that she was missing. In the end, the cleaning staff was there. The head of the Magical Injury Surgery Department was found passed out in the bathroom cubicle.This news was once on the front page for two consecutive days, which was much more grand and formal than the "lace news" (in Snape's language) of Snape and Cyril's "Big Disaster, Big Love".

The female director has always adhered to the principle of "doing more and talking less". She said a few words about her job, served the people, and walked on with her badge.

The host held up the prompt card and read the second name: "Cyril McLean."

It was strange, strange to hear one's name pronounced by a stranger, and Cyril had been poked by Snape.

Amid the applause, Cyril was briefly at a loss for a few seconds, stroked the hem of the dress without any wrinkles, and tried to maintain the proper demeanor as he walked to the front of the stage.

This is the first time that Cyril appeared at the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin from an angle of being watched. Pulled out a decent smile.

The host was still standing in a corner, reading some dispensable commentary, but at the moment Cyril was not in the mood to listen carefully to what was said, and the old man who gave him the medal gave him a piece of money that Cyril had seen before. The silver medal was pinned to his lapel.

There seemed to be a mix of voices in his ears, and Cyril lowered his eyes to thank him for shaking hands with the other party. The angle of the award platform made him unable to help but start to burst into some chaotic thoughts in his mind, such as: his family Sne What would Professor Pu think when he stood on this platform?

However, before his mind could turn the corner, the microphone was already at hand.

"Tell me a few thoughts!" The host smiled friendly.

Cyril took the microphone cautiously and recited the long-prepared "Award Acceptance Speech" reflexively.This acceptance speech was written for him by Severus. It was short and humble, and it belonged to the kind of routine speech template that could not be faulted.

It wasn't until he stepped off the awarding platform and stepped on the carpet under the stage that Cyril felt a little real. The medal on his chest was obviously small, but it felt so heavy that it was hard to ignore.

"The following is the awarding of the Order of Merlin, First Class."

The host has already started the next "event".

As soon as Cyril's butt touched the chair, the wizard beside him stood up.

The audience burst into applause that was even warmer than before, and only then did Cyril realize that his professor was going to be awarded an honor on stage!

Order of Merlin, First Class!

The host's commentary is still in my ears: "The potion he invented has benefited wizards all over the world, and he released the formula and production method of the potion for free, and it was used by major wizard hospitals in the world within just three months... breaking the consensus The conventional way of thinking about the treatment of magical wounds, another way... Greatly reduced the healing time... A major breakthrough after a hundred years...Young and promising..."

Cyril watched intently as the slender figure walked up to the stage one step at a time, in a subtle yet gorgeous dress, a decent and elegant hairstyle, crisp and neat movements, and a consistently unsmiling face.

The lights on the awarding platform made Snape himself more three-dimensional and his facial features more profound.

At this moment, the man Cyril loved the most was standing at the highest position, with flowers in full bloom beside the stage, and rumbling applause in his ears.

Cyril was too excited to know what to do other than clap along.

The testimonials for the recipients of the first-class medal took longer than others, and the host even stepped off the award platform, leaving the entire space for this silent and stern man.

Snape was silent for a moment, took the microphone, and said softly in his unique low voice: "Since we were young, becoming a giant has always been our strongest desire, not standing on the shoulders of a giant, or becoming a giant. Friends. Those may depend on luck...and I have never had bad luck. Then I realized that instead of being side by side with them, it is better to do what giants should do, walk the way giants should walk, and push the whole world forward... "[Note] "... Now that I am standing here, what I feel is an honor and more a responsibility. An old man I respect and love often tells me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I didn’t understand it before, but now I understand it some."

Cyril sat under the stage and stared at the man on the stage without blinking, an emotion that was a hundred times more passionate than himself on stage was rolling in his heart.

"I am standing here. This is an important node in my potion career and also in my life. I always think that if one day I can get a very high honor, the world can see my achievements, Then I will allow myself to make a wish. As I said just now, my luck is often bad, so I never make a wish lightly. To make a wish, I must choose a moment to confirm that I am very lucky... Knights of Merlin I must have been lucky when I was awarded the Super Medal!"

When Snape said this, he looked down at the small golden medal on his chest, and rarely made a vivid expression of curling his lips.There were good-natured laughter from the audience.

The wizard waited for everyone's smiles to rest, he pursed his lips, and put on a serious and deep expression again.

At that moment, Cyril, who was sitting in the dimly lit audience, suddenly felt that he was being watched by the wizard on the stage, and this feeling made him a little out of breath.

The whole hall fell silent, and the people in the audience faintly felt that something was wrong, and the sensitive audience could feel the premonition of something shocking that the people on the stage were going to do.

Slowly, almost in a long shot, the picture slowly rose behind Snape.

It was a starry sky, exactly the same as the three-dimensional starry sky that Cyril showed in the last game of the "Five Schools League" back then, but even more dazzling.

A strong premonition rose in Cyril's heart, his heart beat like a drum, and his eyes were sore that he didn't dare to blink.

Suddenly, a beam of starlight projected from the phantom behind Snape as if it were material, hitting exactly where Cyril was.

"I'm sorry, please allow me to use such an environment and platform to carry out a very personal activity of mine. Just treat it as a willful one." Snape's voice was tight, and he looked nervous too.

After a brief commotion, the audience applauded softly as encouragement and support.

"Syril, there is a question. We already know the answer, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity to say it. Excuse me, can I ask you today?"

Cyril stood up slowly. He felt as if a ball of cotton was blocked in his throat. Not only was it difficult to speak, but he also had difficulty breathing. His legs, which were straight on the awarding platform just now, were now in front of his audience. The seat trembled slightly.

In the end he just nodded indiscriminately.

The starry universe behind Snape was still expanding, slowly enveloping the entire hall, and the audience in the audience was even more commotion, because this sudden "gossip benefit" also marveled at Snape's powerful magic power.

Cyril and Snape looked at each other far away in the vast universe.

"Be a partner with me, okay? We will always be together in body, soul, life and death, never leave... okay?"

Cyril's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth curved into a twisted and soft arc.

"it is good."

As soon as the white fox boy finished speaking, the beam of starlight that fell on him instantly wrapped his left hand as if in substance, and a ring was perfectly attached to his ring finger in a moment.