Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Snape seemed shocked by Cyril's brash tone, and it took him a long time to react before he slowly put the boy in his arms back on the bed. Get dressed.

Cyril changed his posture to lie on his side, leaning his head to watch the back of his partner leaving, taking advantage of the time when the wizard was getting dressed, he took the time to appreciate the strong shoulders, prominent butterfly bones and strength of the other party. thin waist.

Snape found the carry-on space bag left there on the sofa chair, and took out the delicate and troublesome little purse from it.

Cyril grinned and crawled up - he found that his whole body was still sore and limp when he moved, then patted the open space on the bed beside him and asked the wizard to sit over.

Snape stared at the purse in his hand like an enemy, then walked slowly back to the bed, sat down obliquely, looking a bit reluctant to do this at such a beautiful time.

Cyril looked at the "source of trouble" handed to him, and said softly, "Come up, let's open it together."

The two of them leaned together, Snape embracing his arctic fox companion, the top of the boy's furry head just touching the edge of his neck and jaw, itching a bit.

The two looked at the small purse together.

"I'll open it, Mr Snape."

Cyril said briskly, his hands kept moving.

This was the first time for the two of them to observe this small purse seriously and calmly.A vivid little white fox is embroidered with white silk thread on the light green colored silk. The little white fox is surrounded by some auspicious patterns and decorations. The whole purse is tied with a thick golden rope. If you ignore its contents, it is actually pretty beautiful.

Snape frowned and pursed his lips, watching Cyril's long, white fingers nimbly picking apart the golden cord that tied the pouch.

"and many more……"

Snape, who was not afraid of anything, covered Cyril's hand with his own and stopped him.

Cyril raised his eyebrows and looked up at the wizard behind him, silently asking if there were any other questions.

Snape probably didn't expect that there would be a day when his body could move faster than his brain, and he was a little confused: "...Don't you need to make some preparations in advance? Recite a spell, set up a magic circle..."

Under Cyril's gaze, the wizard's voice also weakened, and he swallowed the remaining half of the sentence "By the way, let me pray", and finally closed his mouth tightly, his obsidian eyes were full of annoyance at himself.

"My mother didn't say anything, just said that if one day we are all sure, we will open it together." Cyril repeated empathetically.

"Go ahead." Snape said weakly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The wizard tried his best to maintain an angle where he didn't have to look directly at the purse, so as to give himself a buffer of "self-deception".

Cyril was hugged, stretched his neck and tried to look back at the expression of the black-haired wizard, and evened the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but look up. It was really interesting to watch the nervous professor.

The white fox boy took a deep breath, opened the purse three times, and a blackened thing that looked like a pendant came into view.

Cyril blinked, doubt and surprise flashing through his big gray-green eyes.At this moment, the white fox boy didn't care about the nervous wizard behind him, he bent down to get close to the pendant in his hand, and almost put his nose on the pendant.

The tip of the nose is the familiar bitter medicinal fragrance. The familiar smell I once felt is not an illusion.

No one knew what kind of turbulent seas Cyril was going through in his heart at this moment.

Even now, Voldemort suddenly appeared, holding a white flag and saying that he did not intend to dominate the wizarding world, and that he wanted to go back to the mountains to grow potatoes, which would not surprise Cyril even more.

But at this moment, Snape couldn't see what was in Cyril's hand from Snape's angle, he could only see his white fox companion getting closer and closer to that damned purse, almost putting his whole body on it.The wizard's heart "thumped", like a person who went downstairs stepping into the air, weightlessness and panic swept his whole body, he felt cold and numb all over, and a dense layer of cold sweat and goose bumps appeared from behind his neck in an instant.

So is this the Destiny Mate?Even if it's just opening a token, it will make Xi Ruier care about nothing else, wishing to bury his face in it?

Snape felt sore in his heart and bitter in his mouth.

It took a while—maybe less than a minute, but Snape felt that a century had passed.So long that he had imagined no less than ten ways to make Cyril unable to leave him during this period of time.

Cyril finally straightened up.

The purse in front of them was empty, and Cyril in front of him forced himself to turn around, facing Snape, looking at him hesitantly.

Snape curled his lips mockingly.

Good... maybe he could carry out his worst plan: tie the man to the bed, and neither of them would ever leave the room.He really didn't mind giving the man in his arms another bottle of birth potion by the way - there was just one bottle left the last time he helped him make it for a fellow St. Mungo's.If his boy dared to have the slightest hesitation to want to leave, the bed and the inseparable blood bond were his home - Snape thought darkly.Maybe it was because the life after meeting Cyril was so good that he almost forgot what kind of selfish and terrible man he was in his bones.

The wizard calmly looked back at the boy in his arms.

No, he was a lad after last night.

Snape wanted to find the slightest trace of regret or guilt on his lad's face so that he could carry out his plan immediately.He was even distracted by the thought that Cyril's fighting skills were all trained by himself, so Cyril would not be his opponent, and his own wand was on the bedside table, so it would not be a big problem.

Raising a young man, according to his own ideas and preferences, every stroke and every penny of his body carries his own shadow, how could Snape let him go again?What's more, even the child's own preferences are molded according to his own soul.

Cyril had no idea that her pin-hearted partner had already conceived a dark plan for at least ten years in the next few minutes.The young white fox stared carefully at Snape's dark and deep pupils, swallowed nervously under the other's calm gaze, and asked, "Do you still remember many years ago, but actually it wasn't many years... probably you 22, At the age of 23, have you ever encountered any small white animals, such as... white cats, dogs, etc.?"

Snape: "..."

Snape loosened his stiff cheeks in a daze, and sucked his cheek.He imagined many kinds of things that Cyril might say, but he never thought that the young man in his arms would recall a... cat to him at such an important moment?

It felt like he was fully armed, wearing three layers of body armor, wearing a titanium alloy helmet, holding Gatling and hiding in a bomb shelter, waiting for the other party to bombard him indiscriminately, and the other party just touched him Hand in hand, the mouth of the cow and the horse said "the weather is good".

Cyril probably also felt that his question was a bit confusing, so he scratched his head and showed a shy smile.

"It shouldn't be very big, it's about this big."

Cyril made a rough gesture with his hand as he spoke, and then asked eagerly, "Have you never encountered such a big white animal?"

Snape opened his mouth, closed it again, and then opened it again, his tone a little tense: "What do you want to say?"

"I mean...have you really never met me before?" Cyril asked calmly.

"..."

Snape felt that either his hearing and comprehension ability had deteriorated, or Cyril's oral expression was still lacking, and he couldn't understand what the young man was trying to say.

Cyril grabbed the wizard's wrist, his tone was not as calm as before, and he was a little anxious: "Have you really never met me? I should be a little white fox after that time... Think about it carefully !"

"Where? How old are you?" Snape asked dryly.

Cyril said aggrievedly: "Probably England... I don't know the specific location, and I didn't know it at that time... It was probably when I was nine years old."

Snape's head was in a mess. On the one hand, he was frantically concerned about the token of his destiny partner that Cyril hid from him, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the interrogation from Cyril, recalling the events of nearly 10 years ago.

"Have you ever picked up a little white fox and what did you give it?"

Cyril looked at Snape's still bewildered face, and whispered hopefully and apprehensively that he was beating his heart like a drum, and he only hoped that everything was not just his own imagination, and prayed for the blessings of Merlin and Elder White Fox, so that his "sweet dream" come true".

"I taught at Hogwarts between the ages of 22 and 23, when Lily passed away for a year... I was in a bad state. I was confused every day... If you had appeared in Hogwarts in the form of a white fox ...It seems unrealistic? The rest of the time, such as holidays, I will go back to Spider's End... I hardly go out during holidays, and I will not go abroad for meetings unless..."

Snape spoke patiently, but his voice suddenly stopped at this point.

The wizard turned his face away, his face was stunned and numb, his black pupils were like magic crystals that automatically adjust brightness, Cyril saw too many emotions through those eyes.

Cyril firmly looked back at the black-haired black-eyed wizard who stopped talking. He slowly stretched out his left hand, which he had been holding tightly all along, and raised his arm up. The little finger, ring finger, middle finger...fingers stretched out one by one. Open, a pendant tied with a silver chain slipped from his hand, and a small black cauldron was hung at the end of the silver chain, swinging left and right in the air.

Snape forgot to breathe for a moment.

A tear fell from the corner of Cyril's eye, it was like a beginning, a second, a third... He grinned, a toothy smile bloomed, he almost wiped his tears while laughing, and smiled while wiping his tears .

Snape's body began to tremble violently, he couldn't even maintain the movement of embracing Cyril with one hand, he raised his arm, stretched out a finger to poke the pendant in mid-air, as if to confirm its real existence .Then he hugged his partner who was still crying, and tightly strangled him in his arms.

Cyril buried his face in the opponent's shoulder, wrapped his hands around the opponent's neck, pulled the wizard's dressing gown away with his hands, bit Snape's shoulder, and clenched his teeth mercilessly.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Snape tilted his head and kissed Cyril's ear and hair carelessly.

"How can you forget me... We white foxes don't remember the 9-year-old destiny partner, but I am so cute, how can you forget such a cute white fox." [68] Xi Ruier let go of his mouth and held Asked in the weeping little milk voice.

"Sorry, sorry, I don't know...thanks..." Snape didn't know what else to say besides apology and gratitude.

He didn't know whether he was more grateful to Merlin, or to his fate, or to the family of Cyril who had helped him keep his purse for many years. 【Note】But he wants to thank the person in his arms more.

Cyril put the pendant around his neck, directly straddled Snape's thigh, and pinned the wizard on the bed, unable to move.

"Such an important thing...my mother said it in the principal's office, and you didn't pay attention at all...you said, how can your love for me be so sloppy?! How can you be so unconfident in yourself?! Huh? "Cyril put her hands on the wizard's chest, half complaining and half complaining. 【72】Snape lay on his back on the bed, staring deeply at Cyril who was sitting on his lap and looking down at him, without saying anything, he actually showed a silly smile for the first time, although it was fleeting.

"You let us miss so many days! You still hold back and don't confess your love to me, and look at me foolishly rushing up, making a one-year appointment... You... Don't you think you are a bit rebellious, a middle school two?"

Cyril bared her small white teeth, and continued to chatter with red eyes and nose.

Snape still pursed his lips, licked his back molars, didn't speak, just stared at Cyril who was baring his teeth.

"You pay for the mental damage of accompanying me! You accompany me all these years and foolishly cooperate with you to perform this kind of bloody drama of 'the whole world says not to let us be together, but we want to be together'! You pay... ...Mmmmm!"

Cyril's words came to an abrupt end, because Snape slipped his hand below his waist cunningly at some point and sat up on the bed.The place where the white fox was overly "exploited" last night was "used" again.

"Shh...come and hug my neck so you don't have to be so tired..." the warlock pressed Cyril into his arms and whispered in his ear.

"Oh! I didn't have lunch, Mr. Snape. You actually made your partner hungry on the first day of the proposal..." Cyril complained quietly, while clinging tightly to the other's waist neck.

"Eat it in a while, you can think about what you want to eat now." The wizard also replied calmly.

The wizard seemed to have thought of something again, raised the corner of his mouth and added: "If you are really angry, you can conjure up a tail like last night..."

"Stop talking." Cyril blushed all over, and tightly covered the wizard's mouth.

Outside the bedroom, a silver phoenix hovered and flew by the door.Professor Snape is so powerful in magic that he set a restriction on the bedroom that even the Patronus can't enter.

If the patron saint could roll his eyes, probably this haughty phoenix has turned a lot.