Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The two people who received their marriage certificates walked out of the Ministry of Magic on foot, feeling the rare sunny weather in Britain without fog or rain.

Cyril couldn't help opening the marriage certificate in his hand for the third time, read the content word by word, and nodded in a serious manner: "Mr. Cyril Snape McClain and Severus McClain Mr. Nepe, the Ministry of Magic has done a good job of that! I thought I'd take your last name, or you and mine, and I wouldn't mind too much..."

"Although I don't want to hurt you, this is indeed my special request, I think this is the best. Give me the marriage certificate."

Snape held out his hand.

"Didn't you read it?"

Cyril's gaze was still on the marriage certificate in his hand, and now he urgently wanted to enlarge it and hang it up so that people all over the world could see it.

Snape hesitated for a moment, and seemed to find it a bit difficult to say. He said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid you...lost..."

"..."

Cyril was shocked, and had no choice but to hand over the marriage certificate to the man beside him.

Snape used N protection spells in front of Cyril, and put the marriage certificate into his interspatial bag.After a series of actions, the wizard patted his space bag feeling very appropriate.

Cyril turned his face in one direction, pretending not to see it, and smiled with the corner of his mouth curled up.

My professor was really "honest and trustworthy". After receiving the certificate, he found a suitable place to activate the door key and took him to Italy.

The two enjoyed an ice cream each at a century-old handmade ice cream shop next to Xiluya Plaza—Snape made rum, and Cyril made Vietnamese passion fruit.

"Although it is inappropriate to say this now, and it is a bit of a disappointment...but I think we will not be able to be so leisurely for at least half a year."

Cyril bit the chocolate nuts on the cone with his teeth, and said stickily.

Snape ate his own small bowl of rum ice cream in silence, refusing to ask for the cone because he firmly believed that it would be silly to chew on one - except for Cyril.

"When that one is wiped out, you're going to bring me to eat one or three balls of that gigantic Girardeau to celebrate."

Snape looked up at Cyril, who was licking the ice cream, and silently shifted his eyes to other places. He really wanted to tell his little friend that he probably wouldn't have the chance to eat such a big ice cream. He still remembered that someone even The feat of drinking five bottles of yogurt (Cyril: ???).

Cyril obviously didn't care about the silence of the people around him, and was still licking the ice cream in his hand.

"Honey, where do we go after ice cream...?"

"Maybe go shopping first, then sit in the corner cafe for a while, and then go home after dinner here...?"

Cyril glanced at the serious and cautious expression of the wizard, and secretly laughed: It's really hard for him!Lo and behold, my own professor even planned a date!What is he not satisfied with!

Although it sounds like the dating content is very straight, but it is really quite a surprise!

Leaving the ice cream shop, the two of them held hands as if no one was there, and Cyril tilted his head to watch Snape study the road signs with the Muggle map in his hand.

"What are we going to buy?"

Snape frowned and stared at the densely packed map of streets in his hand: "Clothes, bags and a few books. There is no fixed wizarding activity area in Italy, so several shops are mixed with Muggle buildings."

Cyril didn't pay attention to Snape's latter words, obviously the former ones were more attractive, he pretended to be surprised: "Clothes and bags?"

"I read in the travel guide that Italy is suitable for shopping." Snape was very frank.

Cyril nodded in agreement: "Indeed, indeed."

"I just bought some clothes. People here have really good taste in clothes. Benny also said that most of the fashion designers he hired are from Italy. So what are you waiting for, let's go."

Cyril dragged the wizard into a clothing store on the street without any explanation.

In the past, Snape's clothes were all mailed directly from the clothing store, and the size was measured once a year, and the rest was not used as a wardrobe, as if it would be automatically updated, and he didn't need to worry about what to wear these years.

But after being with him, Cyril was keen to help him match clothes and accessories, and was never tired of intervening in all his food and clothing expenses, from their residence to a handkerchief and a piece of underwear, wanting to get from every aspect of his life Bit by bit to show the sense of presence.Seeing that Cyril liked it, Snape was happy to make this small concession, and cooperate with his little lover to try on a robe or shirt once in a while, to make them both happy.

Just like now, he stood there trying to calm his mind, patiently cooperating with his legally and practically recognized husband, trying on this cashmere coat.

"It's really good, I think it's good, what do you think?" Cyril smiled and helped him smooth his neckline.

Snape looked critically at himself in the mirror. In his eyes, he was not as good-looking as a ten-thousandth of the white fox boy around him, but the other party looked at him as if he was shockingly handsome and incomparable.

The wizard said with some uncertainty: "I think the black one is better..."

Cyril took two steps back and touched his chin: "No, it's just this color, beige is great, you have enough black clothes, you don't need another one."

The salesman next to him observed the words and expressions, and was eloquent. He could see the relationship between the two and the twists and turns at a glance. He stepped forward and praised in Italian: "Very youthful color, very suitable for you! Your skin Bai, it's very good! Your figure can support this dress..."

Xi Ruier waved his hand: "Buy. You go and pay. By the way, help me pack these shirts together, thank you."

Snape walked over to the counter to sign the bill with an obedient attitude.

The store just changed from one store to another. Cyril looked at the leather retro briefcase in front of the counter, and his joy was beyond words: "You picked this?"

The black-haired black-eyed wizard pursed his lips: "Yes."

"I really like it! Especially if we're alone... that's fine." Cyril tiptoed and chirped.

"I ordered one for Benny, but it's different. It's been sent. Benny said your mother likes bags."

"Oh! Yes! You have to get used to calling them mom and dad and grandpa and grandma, but next time you go back, you can get a big red envelope first, and then change your name."

The more Xi Ruier talked, the happier he was. The scene in his head looked like he brought his daughter-in-law home to change his words... Laughing like the "main body" who has stolen.

"...I'll try my best." Snape had a troubled expression on his face.

Cyril watched as Snape roughly organized a lot of things, and then stuffed them into the interspatial bag.

"Where is the bookstore?"

Snape, who heard the question, had inconspicuous spots of light flickering in his dark and deep pupils --- Cyril rarely saw a wizard showing such a secretive and expectant expression.

The wizard's expression was restrained, and his tone was as usual. If Cyril hadn't been looking at him and was too familiar with him, he might have missed this scene: "At the corner of this street. According to legend, Rome has the largest and most powerful wizarding community in Europe." An ancient bookstore. I read an introduction when I was a child, saying that the entire bookstore is hollow, the sun can shine in from the middle of the building, and any corner is very bright. It is a kind of enjoyment to read or buy books... I have always liked it want to go..."

In fact, Cyril was also attracted by Snape's description, and he guessed that the bookstore was probably the place the wizard himself most wanted to go during the whole trip.Severus Snape was indifferent before being with him, he was not good at and disdain to communicate his preferences and ideas with others normally, from a psychological point of view he looked like a furry man who hadn't shed his shell Chestnut balls, with sharp and terrifying thorns all over the body, whoever gets close will prick them.

After the two were together, Cyril has been consciously or subconsciously showing enough straightforwardness and frankness, expressing likes and dislikes generously.It's just to play a good "leading role" for the two of them in terms of feelings, so that the wizard can slowly progress from opening his heart to opening his mouth.

Cyril himself knows that sometimes his straightforward attitude will catch the opponent off guard, but this is the "truth" he wants.He has been showing Severus with practical actions: "It is safe to be with me, I trust you completely, and you can trust me completely."

Now, on the day of their wedding, Cyril thinks that both of them have probably done it!

"We should go to the bookstore as soon as we get here. I'm worried about running out of time now." Cyril complained sweetly.

There was a flash of joy and fleeting surprise in Snape's eyes, as if he knew the map well, he pulled Cyril to the path behind the Holy Trinity Church.

"Sage's Study House"——sounds like a small, unremarkable stone house filled with sheepskin letters.If you have a sense of picture, you may even make up a low-key small door and an inconspicuous plaque.

However, in fact, this is a 10-story white building, which is a typical Baroque style building. It looks more like a government building or a famous five-star hotel than a "book house".

There is a glittering "24*7 open" sign at the door, and every staff member is wearing a green velvet robe. When you enter, you can pick up a small basket that you will follow at the door, so that you don't have to go between ten floors Shuttle with a large stack of books also avoids the embarrassment of being lazy and hitting someone's head with a floating spell.

Cyril was holding the wizard's arm, looked at the index on the first floor and whispered the book section he wanted to go to.

"I will definitely go to Potion on the fourth floor, and I also want to see the best-selling novel section on the second floor... Do you want to read Household Magic?"

"Go to the fourth floor first, and do the rest." Snape didn't even hide his expectation and urgency anymore.

"it is good."

……

It was close to midnight when the two returned to England. Cyril's 18th birthday in the Gregorian calendar ended with him carrying an ice cream cake and his legal husband (not to mention the countless booty in his space bag) back to Godric's Hollow hut for the end.

The rest of the holidays were lackluster, and they were spent on weekdays when Snape picked Cyril to work, occasionally went back to school to deal with affairs, or made potions at Godric's Hollow hut.

One night in mid-August, Mrs. Snape, who was about to go to sleep, was awakened by Dumbledore's patron saint, the Phoenix.

"That person has been completely resurrected, and Lucius has been summoned."