Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril served Snape some pasta, took a cheese gratin for himself, and sat in a corner of the restaurant with the wizard.

"I think we have to go to Hogwarts for a meeting tonight. I guess that person can make the potion in two days. After all, blood can't last long."

Snape rolled the noodles on the plate with a fork, and said sarcastically, "If Fudge still doesn't do anything, they will have to pay for their stupidity sooner or later."

"Actually, it's good for him to come back as soon as possible. Come early and leave early, we can relax early." Cyril scooped up the baked rice in the bowl with a spoon, his tone was like dealing with an upcoming drizzle, and he shrugged dispensably .

Snape lowered his head to eat his noodles, and after a while he suddenly raised his head and said, "I will pick you up when you get off work, and I will come to pick you up when you go to work."

Cyril looked blank: "...???"

Snape frowned and explained: "That woman saw you, I'm afraid...especially the relationship between the two of us."

"But... I thought I was using a fireplace...?"

"Let's go with the fireplace, I'll follow you, I'll send you to St. Mungo's and I'll go back. If I have classes that year when school starts, we can start earlier." Snape insisted abnormally.

"Well, I have no objection, I'll listen to you." Cyril is not a hypocritical person, since his partner insisted, then he has no objection.

In the evening, the conscientious Mr. Snape did appear on time at the fireplace in the office of St. Mungo's R&D Department. He sat in a corner where no one was paying attention and watched Cyril tidy up things in silence.The two returned to the Hogwarts headmaster's room through the fireplace.

Surprisingly, there are so many people who came to the meeting this time, the deans of the four colleges, Mrs. Pomfrey and Hagrid were all there, and there was an unexpected person——Lucius Malfoy .

As soon as Cyril and the others arrived at Dumbledore, they clapped their hands and announced the start of the meeting.

"Happy holidays, my friends. I have two pieces of news here, one good and one bad, and I won't ask you which one you want to hear, because I'll tell you both."

"..."

"The first one is that we found the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new school year——Professor Black is going back to the United States with his husband. Thanks to Mr. Lucius Malfoy for being willing to teach in his busy schedule."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Lucius stood up gracefully and bowed to the people around him.

Cyril and Severus exchanged a meaningful look, and everyone applauded in welcome.

"The second news is that according to reliable information from my friends who work in the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge seems to want to send an inspector to our place."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask first: "Supervision? What supervision?"

Dumbledore looked calm: "Educational Supervision."

"What kind of strange position is that? I haven't heard of it in 50 years of teaching. I have taught a small half of the people in the Ministry of Magic! What do students want to supervise the professor?" Professor Fei Liwei's shrill voice sounded.

Dumbledore squeezed his brows: "To be honest, Felius... I haven't heard of it in Hogwarts for 70 years. But it seems that they have already decided on this arrangement." Professor McGonagall looked Very angry, he asked angrily: "What's the purpose? Somehow..."

"Probably Fudge is dissatisfied... It's about me reminding him that these fugitives have something to do with Tom."

Fei Liwei put the teacup in his hand on the table: "It's ridiculous, it's unreasonable not to arrest people here to toss the school."

After Fei Liwei finished speaking, the rest of the people also began to complain softly, buzzing.Lucius and Snape were whispering to each other, Cyril strained his ears to listen.

Severus: "What about Narcissa when you're here?"

Lucius: "It just happened that I closed the manor to go to France to recuperate. Anyway, if I don't come to Malfoy manor, it will be his base camp sooner or later."

Severus: "That person wouldn't suspect?"

Lucius: "I have my own method. After all, it's his idea to penetrate into the 'enemy', isn't it?"

"Everyone, calm down. I hope everyone can look at it rationally. After all, Hogwarts has been independent and free for so many years. It used to be, it is now, and it will be in the future. I told everyone in advance that I want everyone to be mentally prepared. The Ministry of Magic The ones sent might not be so friendly and likable..."

When Dumbledore said this, Snape sneered contemptuously.

"...However, our professors only need to complete the teaching according to their own teaching plan. If there is anything, they can come to me for help. The only thing I am worried about now is our students. Maybe some behaviors of the teaching supervisor will It damages the rights and interests of the students and hurts the feelings of the students. Therefore, deans and professors, at such a moment, the safety of the students is the first priority. Give the students some persuasion and explanation appropriately, the darkness may come, but it will eventually pass. I guess... when that person officially appears, the teaching supervisor will leave."

When Dumbledore said this, the people in the office fell silent, and everyone showed more or less fear on their faces, and Snape, Cyril, and Lucius were also stunned for a moment.Knowing that this moment will come sooner or later, but when the facts are presented before their eyes, everyone still feels a little unprepared.

"Don't be dejected, the night is coming, will the sunrise be far behind?" Dumbledore comforted cheerfully.

Snape's jaw was tense, his Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and he said dryly, "Albus... will that man come to Hogwarts as soon as he recovers?"

Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the desk and nodded: "This possibility is not ruled out, after all, Harry is here. And one of his treasures is also here."

The headmaster's office looked even more lifeless.

Professor Sprout, who had been acting worried, asked, "Are there any Aurors escorting the Hogwarts Express this year?"

"Theoretically yes."

"What about the school? Does anyone usually come?"

"I'm not sure about this, but I will fight for it. After all, most of the students in the school are powerless students."

The dean of the Lion Academy, Mag, said with a tense face: "They have the energy to put teaching supervisors here, but they didn't think about adding Aurors?!"

"They can't deny the return of this or that person while adding Aurors. This is simply slapping Fudge in the face. But I think I can go and discuss it with our Minister Fudge... After all, regardless of that person, the fugitive Horrible, too," Lucius said slowly and tactfully.

"By the way, I can use what happened in St. Mungo's today as an example. There are still many people who want to attack children. Thank you, Lucius." Cyril pulled out a smirk.

"It's a matter of little effort. After all, two-thirds of the Malfoy family's population is here now."

……

The meeting was over, and Cyril and Snape returned to the hut in Godric's Hollow by the fireplace.Finally, before 9 o'clock in the evening, the two had a long-overdue dinner.

Severus asked Duoji to prepare vegetable porridge and a basket of steamed buns for the two of them on the grounds that they could not digest after eating too much at night.

"Can we still live here when that person comes back?"

Cyril looked around reluctantly, he really liked this place.

It was already dark outside, and the restaurant's lighting was a warm orange, which cast a gentle filter on everything in the room where the light touched. Severus looked soft under the added light: "You can , the protective spell here was arranged with Dumbledore."

"That's great. I'm going to take a bath later, do you want to join me, my husband?" Cyril squinted her eyes happily and shook her legs.

Severus replied, "Given your sincere invitation, I certainly would not refuse."

……

In the middle and late July, it is another year of Cyril's birthday in the Gregorian calendar.It happened to be the weekend, and the white fox boy who wanted to sleep in was dug up from the bed by his partner.

"Come on, get dressed, we're leaving in an hour."

The temperature in the room is suitable, and Cyril is holding the thin quilt with dazed hair and upturned eyes, and one eye still looks triple-folded because he hasn't woken up.

"where to?"

"To register the marriage, I made an appointment today." Severus said while putting on his shirt.

Cyril blinked, and leaned back on the quilt again, staring at the wizard's strong and pale back, feeling as if he hadn't woken up, and didn't even react to what Snape said.

Snape put on his trousers and turned around to see Cyril who had fallen asleep again, raising his eyebrows: "Mr. McLean, my appointment time is nine o'clock in the morning, and it's already eight past five."

Cyril closed her eyes and snorted: "What did you make an appointment behind my back? Today is my birthday and you won't let me sleep in..."

Snape shook off his shirt in a good-tempered manner, and pulled Cyril up from the bed: "You have slept for eight hours, that's enough... After registering, come back to sleep at night, give me an arm..."

"It's definitely not enough for eight hours, you last night... no, absolutely not."

Cyril closed his eyes and "struggled with reason", reaching out when it was time to reach out, raising his arms when it was time to reach out, and asked the wizard to help him put on his clothes in a very cooperative manner.

"How about going to eat the ice cream you want after registering?"

Snape patted the back of the man in his arms: "Stand up, you have to wear the trousers yourself."

Cyril narrowed his eyes: "Ice cream, I remember that ice cream is in Italy?"

"I applied for a port key, a one-day round trip, enough for you to eat three."

The white fox boy finally seemed to be a little more sober, stood up with Snape's support, and put on his pants: "Just now what did you say we were going to do?"

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth: "Marriage registration. Although my previous marriage proposal...is well known to the world. But we are still fiancés now."

Cyril quickly put on his pants, jumped out of the bed, went into the bathroom with bare feet to wash up calmly, and muttered: "Merlin, we are living together as unmarried, it really shouldn't be."

Snape: "..."

Why does this script feel wrong?Shouldn't Cyril be excited, shy, moved and pounced on at this moment?

The marriage registry looked very different than Cyril had imagined.

After the two came out of the fireplace, they took the elevator directly to the designated floor. The intuitive feeling is that the corridor looks very... small and fresh.

There is no black reflective marble floor, no brown wooden dado and elegant wall tiles, and no crystal wall lamps or torches.This corridor uses a light wood-colored wooden floor, and the walls on both sides are oil paintings, with cute animals and children on them, as well as young men and women. They look carefree and happy.The overall color tone is very bright, and the entire ceiling is filled with light sources, which makes this corridor as bright as day.

The two of them entered the room that Snape had reserved before, which looked like the theme of the sky, and the tables and chairs were covered with white clouds.

A middle-aged aunt wearing a suit and holding a magic wand sat behind Yun Duo's desk: "Please sit down! It's a pleasure to serve you."

"Hi." The two nodded in greeting.

"First of all, I wish you a happy wedding. In fact, the process is very simple. Sign and swear. This is a marriage certificate. Please confirm it first. If there is no problem, sign it with your magic wand in the lower right corner. Then go behind the cloud and follow the prompts to swear the oath."

Cyril and Severus had two marriage certificates stamped with gold letters.The beige paper is surrounded by complicated patterns, and the top is a number. Below the number is the logo of the Ministry of Magic and the badge of the Wizarding Association. The next few lines are the information and marriage vows of the two people. The two pieces on the right need to be signed. blank.

Cyril and Severus each signed their own magical signatures.

"Just stand there and swear the oath as prompted by the marriage elf."

The two walked over and saw a bearded elf sitting behind the cloud, holding a small wooden crutch in his hand.

The elf read a spell for the two according to the procedure.

Snape felt his chest burn, the same feeling he'd had when Cyril had used the Elven Blessing and Guardian Charm in the second event of the Five Schools Competition. 【125】The elf on the opposite side stopped moving, and he also looked surprised: "Oh, you have elf blood! Although it is already very thin!" Snape's face flashed with confusion, and he quickly reacted to the other party What did you say.

"Yes, my mother's family originated from the prince of the potion elf." [104] The elf looked very excited: "That makes sense, how rare! There is a connection between you! It's so rare! Blessed Newcomer!"

"Sorry? What induction? Blessed?"

"A natural pairing! Can't you feel it? The irresistible attraction and attraction, the unbearable parting, and the strong desire to live and die together!"

"...Yes." Snape replied calmly.

The elf was obviously dissatisfied with Snape's answer, and said to Cyril who was standing stupidly aside: "You, unbutton him and look at his chest."

"...Ah? Oh oh! Good..."

The two of them were "pressed on the head" by an elf less than [-] centimeters behind the big cloud for a physical examination.

A dark golden pattern or totem appeared on Snape's chest, and the golden liquid flowed slowly along the lines on the pattern.

After carefully admiring it, Xi Ruier looked up and asked, "What kind of pattern is this?"

"The pattern of the soul mate." The elf said lovingly.

Cyril seemed eager to unbutton his shirt: "Do I have it?"

"You don't have it, only he does. He can sense you."

Cyril looked a little disappointed: "One-way?"

"The pattern is, but the other is not. He will only feel when one of you uses elf magic. But usually...you can feel each other when one of you has very violent mood swings or some other important situation."

Cyril opened his mouth, and finally only uttered this exclamation: "Wow!"

"Oh, I forgot to say, your soul lives are shared."

Snape was buttoning up his shirt, and he paused when he heard this: "What is that?"

The elf stroked his beard and stomped the clouds under his feet with the small crutch in his hand: "Even if one party's soul is injured, it can be repaired by the other party's soul. If one party's soul completely dies, the other party will not live alone."

Before Snape could speak, Cyril said excitedly: "I love this feature. My dear, we have to live well for each other! Hurry up and enjoy the moment! Get married and eat ice cream!"

Snape was hesitant to speak, looking a little confused.

The little elf interrupted in confusion: "Ahem, it's actually okay...you two will have a long lifespan..."

When the two came out of the clouds, they found that there was a big seal totem on the left side of the signature of their marriage certificate --- the pattern of the totem on Snape's chest was exactly the same.

The golden pattern is shining.

The aunt at the marriage registration office looked very excited. She held the certificate of the two with trembling hands, and congratulated incoherently: "...It's unbelievable that I can see a pair of soul mates in my lifetime! What happened last time?" When?...Estimated to be hundreds of years ago! Merlin!"