Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Early the next morning, Cyril had no shift in St. Mungo's, but was still dug out of the quilt by his partner.

"I think you don't love me anymore, and you don't let me sleep late every day. It's rare that I don't have work today..."

Cyril sat on the bed with a corner of the quilt in his arms, and looked at the wizard who was looking for clothes for him in a daze.

As if he didn't hear his complaints, Severus dug out two folded clothes from the closet and put them in Cyril's hand: "It's comfortable to wear, I thought about it all night last night. Or Don't worry, let's go to the hospital for a checkup."

Cyril pinched the cotton pullover in his hand, unresponsive: "... Check?"

"Yes. Check. If you... you should ask for leave next semester. Especially the research and development of pharmaceuticals... Merlin, the more I thought about it last night, the more dangerous it became. I almost carried you directly to St. Mungo wrapped in a quilt."

"...Honey, do you think I look like I'm pregnant? Shall I show you some fancy broom tricks on the spot, such as a 720-degree maneuver?" Cyril muttered while putting on her clothes.

"Take care of your partner's little heart, we'd better be safe until everything is confirmed."

Cyril curled his lips slowly: "I thought it was a curse thing. Why don't you come by yourself?"

Severus also stopped changing his clothes, he seemed to be thinking about the matter seriously, and he seemed to be thinking about the words, anyway, he hesitated for a long time: "I can't do it... I think it's better to leave it to professionals .I just made an appointment. What's for breakfast?"

Cyril said frankly: "I don't have an appetite, and I have to go to check when I think I haven't woken up..."

"Then have some milk and cereal."

"alright."

Severus straightened the collar of his shirt and continued to make arrangements: "Do you want some fruit? The kiwi is just a little sour..."

Cyril: "...???"

What do you mean just a little sour? ? !

The white fox boy stroked his hair, and Severus laughed angrily: "I haven't confirmed the pregnancy yet, sir. Please don't make up your mind, you make me very nervous."

Embarrassment flashed across Severus' face.The wizard frowned, and pinched the bridge of his tall nose: "I was negligent. Now when I see you sitting on the bed hard, I feel a throbbing pain in my temple."

"Come on, you need a Cyril card hug."

Cyril opened her arms.

Severus stood on the spot and looked silently at the white fox partner who stretched out his arms to him, and the two remained motionless for a few seconds.In the end, the sorcerer curled up one side of his mouth and coughed, picked up Cyril from the bed, and patted his nice-touch little buttocks.

"You should take it easy, there's nothing wrong now, you're just so nervous, if you're really pregnant, how will you live in the future?"

Snape was silent for a while, then admitted sullenly, "You're right."

……

The two were waiting in the corridor of St. Mungo's obstetrics department. There was a 5-month pregnant woman and her husband in the diagnosis room. They needed to wait here for a while.St. Mungo's obstetrics department was one of the few departments that Cyril did not go to.But this does not prevent every female doctor in the obstetrics department from knowing him.

The little nurses passing by will deliberately slow down and sneak a sideways glance at this pair of "model couples" who are very popular in the legend.

I believe that in less than an hour and a half, St. Mungo will know the news that the deputy director of the research and development department, the young Dr. McLean, and his partner came to the obstetrics department for a physical examination.

Severus used to dislike such attention the most, but at the moment he was a little distracted, and he didn't even feel everyone's enthusiastic gazes.

"I'm going to go in with you in a while." Severus said to Cyril with a serious face.

Cyril resisted telling him that "in St. Mungo's obstetrical examination, you need to be accompanied by family members", and nodded obediently: "...OK."

"If there is... are you afraid?"

Severus' eyes followed a pregnant woman who looked to be eight months old passing by in the hallway - her belly was like a big balloon.

"...somewhat?"

In fact, Cyril is still dizzy until now, he feels that sitting here and looking at the pink and tender corridor, everything is a bit dreamy.Obviously, the two of them just came to confirm whether they were pregnant, and it turned into a discussion about what to do after pregnancy, and the topic became serious and deep like this.It was as if a baby had already been confirmed.

"Don't you want to..." Snape's voice choked as his throat moved up and down.

"No. If there is a child, we will raise him or her. Isn't that what you told me last night?"

"You're too young...look what I did..."

Severus dropped his head and put his hands on either side above his ears.His little hair is already quite large, and because of its own hair quality, it looks very drooping, and it is smoothly combed into a lock on the back of his neck.Now wiggle slightly as the wizard rubs his hair.

"Look at what you said, didn't we do something together?"

Cyril felt a little absurd, and Severus didn't seem to be nervous anymore after going on like this.

The white fox boy calmly patted the wizard on the shoulder. His professor was scratching his hair in the maternity corridor, dejectedly.

A small blackboard at the door suddenly began to scribble and write: "Mr. Cyril McLean's second consultation room."

The five-month pregnant woman and her husband came out of the consulting room with happy faces.

The doctor in the obstetrics department pointed to a small sofa chair that looked very comfortable: "Pregnancy check? You sit here first, and you don't need to do anything. My name is Freddie Hatch."

"Hello, Dr. Hatch, just call me Cyril. This is my sir, Severus Snape."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm glad to examine you. Just call me Freddy, so shall we start now?"

"it is good."

"Have you had any physical reactions recently? Like diet? Sleep? Or other physical changes?"

The obstetrician named Freddy was a man in his 30s. He familiarly began to release various inspection spells on Cyril, and he was accompanied by a floating notebook that automatically recorded.

Xi Ruier tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and replied: "No..."

Severus on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to stand up and add: "His appetite has become very good in the past half a month, and he can eat [-] times the usual amount in one meal, and there are various snacks that never stop, but there is no Gaining weight and getting heavier. And when I go to bed at night, I sometimes wake up to go to the bathroom at night, which I have never done before. I like sugar, and I used to like it, but I always feel that he likes it especially recently..."

Cyril listened dumbfounded, as if he had discovered a brand new self that he didn't understand at all.The obstetrician next to them nodded silently, not interrupting, and signaled to Severus that it was okay.

After listening to this long passage, Dr. Freddy suddenly asked, "Will you warm him up at night?"

Severus replied seriously: "Yes, I once read in a book that it is good for sleep and good for the body, so I encouraged him to drink it."

Cyril silently rolled his eyes, "encourage him to drink"? ? ?It's clearly drinking on the head, okay?

"Well, um, no wonder." Freddy continued to nod, and the pen beside him was writing something rapidly.

"So... I...?" Cyril asked cautiously.

Freddy looked up and smiled: "It's okay. Not pregnant."

"..." The entire diagnostic room fell into an awkward silence.

Freddie finished the examination and took notes and explained patiently: "Syril is in good health. He eats a lot and hasn't gained weight because he has been in a good mood recently and has been active a lot. The reason why he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom is because you suddenly The added 'bedtime item' - drinking milk, his body needs a while to get used to this new habit, so at first he wakes up at night because he can't hold it back. As for sweets..."

Freddy paused at this point, and he smiled and said to Cyril, "Maybe Cyril just wants to eat sweets."

Snape opened and closed his lips, back and forth several times before he finally found his own voice. The voice of this vigorous wizard at Hogwarts was a little weak at the moment: "So it's like this..."

"You are still young, so don't put so much pressure on it... Children are just a matter of fate. You may not be able to conceive after drinking the fertility potion. Professor Snape and Director McLean must know more about potions than I do!"

When Freddy said this, he specially changed his name. He always thought that the two people in front of him drank the fertility potion early because they wanted a child desperately. At this moment, these two people must be in need of comfort!

In Freddy's perception, such a small probability event as the lineage of magical creatures can be completely ignored.

Severus, who didn't want to expose Cyril's race, could only silently nod and say: "...OK."

"When you are really pregnant, you will be able to sense it, trust me."

"……thanks."

Cyril has remained silent since the inspection.Severus found out, but because of the presence of outsiders, he didn't express much, and just grabbed the little white fox's hand tightly.

"Good luck to you then."

"Thank you."

Cyril was pushed out of the diagnosis room by Snape, and the two of them sat back on the chairs they had been waiting in line for. In just 15 minutes, they had two completely different moods.

"Severus, I really thought I had a white fox cub. When I was sitting here with you just now..." Cyril said slowly.

Severus didn't know what to say, and in his heart he spurned his clumsy tongue at the critical moment.

The wizard could only hold Cyril's hand and bring him into his arms.He even regretted pulling his beloved little friend over for this inexplicably broken inspection early in the morning.It was obvious that Cyril and himself had taken the pregnancy seriously, and had even started planning their baby's future together just now.

If you ask Severus his own mood at this moment, he will say that his mood is not important.

Severus Snape's mood is the magic dependent variable on the leftmost side of the magic equation, and Cyril's mood is the magic independent variable on the right side of the equal sign, with a large positive coefficient added in front of it.

Changes in the mood of the white fox partner are directly reflected in the wizard's own mood, such as now.

It is impossible to say that you are not disappointed at all. Severus bought the piece of land in Godric's Hollow and watched a hut be built on it bit by bit, thinking that the family would live together. Here—he, and Cyril, and their children.

But his own little disappointment was nothing compared to Cyril's mood.

He made his little troll unhappy.

This recognition made Severus Snape a little hard to accept from body to heart.

"Just...you see, we're going to fight that person, wouldn't it be dangerous if you got pregnant with the little fox in your belly..." Severus tried hard to control his emotions, comforting the little companion in his arms gently.

Cyril is sometimes very stubborn: "I still feel that I really want a child, with your eyes, your nose, your character and your talent... Besides, you obviously want a child too..."

Severus took a deep breath, stood up from the chair, squatted halfway directly opposite Cyril, pressed the white fox young man's shoulder and said, "Syril, look at me."

Cyril's big eyes drooped into dog eyes, they looked wet, and the corners of the eyes were red.

The sorcerer took another breath and said slowly, "I love you."

"……what."

"So when I think of the baby we brought into the world together with you, I will be very happy... But, the premise is that that person is you. Except you... No one can do it, and it has nothing to do with liking children. And... I thought you knew, I hate kids."

When Severus said this, he seemed to have recovered a little bit of his own state. He twitched the corners of his mouth, resumed a more normal tone of "Snape", and continued: "If you didn't bring it, that child is meaningless." ..the number one reason I love him or her is because the one who had the babies was Cyril Snape McKellen. I want babies just because you brought them. So...you know what I mean ?boy?"

At first hearing the title "boy", Cyril suddenly realized that Severus hadn't called himself "boy" for a long, long time.It seems that he hasn't been called since the end of his heat period.

The title "boy" always has a hint of the pampering of the elders to the younger ones, and Severus used to call himself this when he was in a good mood, reasoning with himself or teaching something.

See, Cyril not only has no white fox cubs, but also ages again in his partner's heart, and Severus has to "go back to his old business" to continue to reason with him.

Cyril wanted to laugh for a moment, but in fact he also smiled softly, with two dimples on the corners of his mouth: "Why do you still call me 'boy', it sounds special... um."

As he spoke, he squeezed his fingers into the neckline of the wizard's shirt dishonestly, and was pinched by Snape.

In fact, Severus himself didn't react, and now he felt a little embarrassed when he heard Cyril say that.

"I just want to tell you, the child is whatever you want. I love you."

Xi Ruier wrinkled the tip of his nose: "I understand. Although what you said is very long-winded...the teacher talks a lot..."

Snape seemed to let out a long breath, stood up, patted his crumpled trousers, stretched out his hand, and unilaterally forgave Cyril's "disrespecting the teacher and not respecting the way": "Then, my sentimental little Sir, shall we get out of here now? I feel like we're going to be watched..."

Cyril smiled flatly, and stood up following the strength of her partner.

"I've been watched by the audience long ago. What's the use of being so anxious now... Let me tell you, we're going to be on fire, either I'm pregnant or you're infertile... Tsk tsk tsk!"

"...Cyril, don't tell others that I taught you English in the future. Given your recent use of the English language, I am concerned."

"I'm telling the truth, my husband, we showed up in the delivery room, but we didn't have a baby... Tsk tsk tsk."

Severus ignored the gloating chatter of the white fox partner behind him, and walked towards the elevator sullenly.

"By the way, we just came out. Can I have breakfast at the bakery in the next street? As a snack? After all, my appetite is [-] times that of before, and I really want to eat sweets. If you promise me , I would like to drink an extra glass of milk this morning, so that I don't have to drink it at night, and I don't have to wake up at night." Cyril joked.

"……it is good."

Who said it was Snape who was "small belly and chicken intestines", all Slytherins were like this.