Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril turned her head and stared at her partner, using her eyes to accuse the other party of being unreasonable.

Severus looked very relaxed. The wizard who had already pulled out his marriage certificate stepped into the bustling McLean Manor again as naturally as a son-in-law accompanying his wife back to her mother's house. He even patted the white fox boy on the shoulder in a consoling manner. , and then walked straight in without hesitation—Mr. Lin and grandma were drinking tea and chatting at the tea table on the other side.

Benny walks faster. He probably has learned a little bit of gossip from the last video. Now, facing two big-tailed wolves who have plans for his sons (one of them has even succeeded), he said Out of sight, out of mind, I took advantage of some time to write a letter to my old friend Lucius. The little things I got from Mycroft today are still very interesting, and I think it is a business opportunity.

"Angina pectoris...? Heh! If Jiuer didn't allow it, he should be thrown back to France to die of pain." —— Benny complained mercilessly.

Of course, Cyril would not take the initiative to say hello to Roland in a foolish way. He planned to go to the kitchen to see the two elves, and to see if today's dinner was really as "rich" as his father said.

"Son, come here."

Wearing an embroidered shawl, Ms. Lin Jiu waved to her eldest son gracefully and demurely: "Come here and help mom dress up this fir tree that your father brought back from the back mountain. Benny said that this year he will dress up in an elegant and lively style. I I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven't figured out what your father's elegant and lively Christmas tree should look like."

"Maybe it means that everything except the red decoration can be used?" Cyril guessed casually.

"That can't be done. Your grandfather likes red. This year, he brought a box of Chinese knots and small purses from Suzhou City, and said he wanted to hang them on the tree."

Cyril looked back at Severus who was drinking tea with his grandfather, and then asked, "Isn't grandpa always not interested in this kind of foreign festival? When did you start paying attention to the decoration of the Christmas tree?"

Lin Jiu's expression was calm: "It starts from the fact that our family may add two more international friends."

Cyril: "..."

Roland froze when he heard the voice, and turned around slowly, staring at Cyril who was chatting with Ms. Lin Jiu for a while, and then scratched his head shyly.

"Good evening, Cyril." The voice was as gentle as ever.

Cyril pulled the corners of her mouth and tried to be as natural as possible: "Good evening, Roland. Nice to meet you, welcome to McLean Manor."

"Me too, very happy. Very happy."

Roland took a step forward, as if he wanted to give Cyril a French veneer gift, but he held back.Now standing by the Christmas tree without embarrassment, holding a crystal bell in his hand.

Under the light of the Christmas tree decoration lights, the blue-purple eyes had a hazy and misty feeling, and they looked a little aggrieved.

Did I bully him? ? ?What's with this awkward feeling of meeting your ex-boyfriend? ? ?

Xi Ruier was silently ashamed in his heart, they were obviously more innocent than tender tofu, and more pure than white lotus, how did they create such a terrifying atmosphere when their ex met each other, held hands and looked at teary eyes, and choked speechlessly? !

Cyril walked to her mother's side with her arms behind her back, selected a silver ribbon from the decorative box, tapped it with a magic wand, and the ribbon immediately turned into a beautiful bow, twisted and hung herself On one of the fir branches.

Seeing that Cyril looked normal, Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He took out a small star from the cardboard box and hung it on the treetop on the other side.

A very small voice sounded next to Cyril's ear: "I have received the family emblem. I thank you, sincerely——thank you. At the same time, I owe you a face-to-face blessing. I actually read it 5 months ago. I saw the report about you and Mr. Snape at the award ceremony. Snape——is a talented person. At that time, I actually wrote you a letter, which probably meant to wish you well, and I also I will quit out of interest, although it seems that I have never appeared. But I didn't have the courage to send it. Later, when I thought about it and planned to owl you, I found that no owl could contact you. Now... I hope you Get what I mean."

Cyril nodded casually, and tied a Slytherin snake pendant on the other side, "How do you feel about Lin Xiao?"

"...The first moment I saw Xiao, I seemed to be able to hear my own and his heartbeat. Although he was still a little fox the size of a palm at that time. It's unbelievable to say, but I really think this little white fox is Unique……"

Yes, of course it is different!It was an white fox, a descendant of the six-tailed white fox—Syril sadly found that he could understand a little bit of his father's feelings.

"He's still young."

"I know."

"He likes drawing and some Muggle lessons that you don't understand, because after all he's not a wizard—although he's not an ordinary person either."

"I know."

"Does your family know about your finding a partner?"

Roland replied cautiously: "I notified them immediately. This is great news. The whole family is very happy."

Cyril couldn't bear the bullying of the other party's little daughter-in-law, took a breath and said, "Listen, Roland. As a descendant of Xinia, I know that you will be loyal to him for the rest of your life. Similarly, your destiny as a white fox Partner, you have a predestined love and union. Lin Xiao is my family, this will not change because of your appearance, and on the contrary, your arrival has made us have one more family or even more .Our family has always been protective and united. As Lin Xiao’s big brother, I welcome you to join and wish you happiness.”

Roland put down the decorative ball, covered both sides of his face with his hands, stroked his eyebrows to both sides fiercely, took a deep breath, and his voice was trembling: "Syril, do you know? The whole family The most difficult thing for me to face here is you. Your affirmation is really important to me. I don't want to explain anything for the past behavior. A mature and truly let go person will not deny and erase the past. Hearing you now Let me put it this way—really, I feel that the huge boulder that weighed on my body has finally disappeared. I will use my life to protect and accompany Xiao, and I wish us good luck, and I wish you the same."

"Come on, brother."

Siril stretched out a fist, Roland smiled, also stretched out his fist, and bumped lightly.

Just like in the late autumn four years ago, two teenagers representing their respective countries and schools cooperated with each other and encouraged each other when they were preparing to complete their first project.

After decorating the Christmas tree, Cyril searched around, and finally found Severus who was standing there looking at the scenery and meditating by the terrace extending from the living room.

The white breath coming out of Severus' mouth almost made Cyril think he was smoking.

Cyril opened the crystal glass door, squeezed to the wizard's side in a few steps, embraced the other's arm propped on the railing with both arms, and leaned half of his body against it as if under a soft spell.

Severus tilted his head when he heard the sound, and frowned, "Why did you come out without a cloak?"

Xi Ruier hugged his arm and rubbed it: "I miss you, I can't be separated from you for a minute, so I came out."

Severus unbuttoned his robe, wrapped Cyril in his own robe, and embraced him himself.

His Cyril was a dick, and there was really nothing he could do with a dick—Severus was sure of that.

Cyril quickly turned around, and the two embraced face to face.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard snorted softly, "Did you speak clearly with that Saint Laurent?"

"Pfft, it's—Roland Saint-Pierre. My dear."

"Sage Potter or whatever, I don't care. What I care about is whether you've made it clear."

"Excuse me, Professor Snape, how do you make it clear?" Cyril asked with his head lowered by half than Snape, pouted and raised his neck, looking more like he was asking for a kiss.

Severus' Adam's apple slid up and down in a circle, and said slowly: "...Wait until one of you dare not look up with a guilty conscience, and the other is hesitant to speak like a heartless person, even if it is reluctant..."

Cyril held back a smile: "Didn't you let me go there to show off that you have won my heart, and let me confess to you again to him?"

Severus stared: "Sir, your thoughts are too boring. I let you talk to that French wolf with a big tail for the harmony of the whole family."

"Oh——I thought we were quite harmonious." The white fox boy pursed his lips and said nonchalantly.

"You should see how your family reacted. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief after the two of you talked. You should plan for the anxiety of the whole family. Family gatherings should be harmonious..."

Severus cherished this hard-won family life more than anyone, and Cyril had discovered this early on.

But this does not prevent him from teasing his older partner, so that the other party is always too worried and thinking too much... For example, although he is very reluctant to let Cyril chat with that "Saint Laurent", but "mature, Steady and magnanimous, Mr. Snape still pushed his little friend over for the sake of overall harmony and stability.

After all, the person who tied the bell has to be untied. For the sake of long-term happiness, it is no big deal to sacrifice this loss now.

——Mr. Severus Vinegar Bucket Snape was thinking about other things while blowing the cold wind on the balcony, and comforted himself by the way.

"Come on, I just want to kiss you now, hurry up! Bow your head! Don't worry about anything else, they are also destined to be together, so there is nothing to worry about." Cyril tugged at Severus' collar vaguely mutter.

The two of them put their lips together, and Cyril was pressed against the balcony, and the other's big hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, and he was covered with a coat, which prevented him from touching the cold marble railings.But there was still a gust of cold winter wind blowing by my ears from time to time.The tips of their noses, faces, and ears were all cold, except for the touching lips that were still hot.

The wizard gently pushed the white fox's tongue out of his mouth, and the tip of their noses met, confusion flashed in their obsidian eyes: "Did someone tell us to eat?"

Cyril was holding on to Severus' neck, pushing down hard, covering his lips again domineeringly, licking the man's roof with the tip of his tongue, at the same time Severus trembled and held him back Tighter.Xi Ruier mixed the words spoken with the saliva of the two: "Maybe...you drank grandpa's Pu'er just now?"

"…Huh? Maybe." Severus answered distractedly in the same way.

"...Um...Fu Yuanchang?"

"……what is that?"

"...It's okay, anyway, you're right if you don't suffer."

Roland and Lin Xiao stood in the room separated by a layer of crystal glass doors, neither leaving nor staying.

"Alan, didn't mom ask you to ask them to eat?" Lin Xiao's delicate face was raised slightly, and from this angle, he could see the boy's perfect jawline and pointed nose.

"...I'm hesitating. Because it looks like they're busy..." Roland hesitated whether to pull his Xiao away. What was Snape doing.

"They often kiss like this, you can call directly, it's fine. Otherwise, they won't be able to stop themselves." Lin Xiao said habitually.

"……Fine."

……

"It's still good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Lucius sat on the sofa chair, threw his cane to the side of the sofa, raised his chin and said to the people in the office. .

"Let's talk together, let's talk about the one you want to talk about first." Dumbledore was as patient as ever.

"Okay, okay... that person recently took in a batch of werewolves."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized: "I noticed your wording, a batch. Not all."

"That baby werewolf in your place is quite useful. He took away more than half of the victims bitten by Fenrir's pack of wolves. But the remaining werewolves were not willing to wander in the dark places deep in the forest, so they were taken away by him. It's under your command."

Dumbledore nodded: "Do you know about how many?"

Lucius looked disgusted: "I heard from that crazy widow that there are at least a dozen of them. Because the original words are: the basement of Lestrange Manor is enough to sleep more than a dozen dirty wolves."

"I thought sleeping in the forest would be better than sleeping in the basement, at least in the forest you can howl at the moon at night." Cyril whispered to the potions professor beside him.

"There are always interests involved, such as wantonly biting people and eating meat... Why do I feel that you have become stupid?" Severus also replied in a low voice.

"I don't know, maybe I just became stupid." Cyril took a little pepper urchin from Dumbledore's table nonchalantly, stuffed it into his mouth before Severus stopped him, and then his mouth and ears began to pop. cigarette.

Snape: "..."

Lucius went on: "There's good news, too, except for werewolves, dementors, and giants, he's got no goblins."

Dumbledore nodded and continued, forgiving Cyril's behavior of snatching his candy: "After the goblin rebellion, their race has not slowed down for a long time, which is understandable."

Lucius lowered his voice and leaned forward: "It's not because of this, but because the Death Eaters killed their two goblins in charge of the top-secret vault a few days ago, which angered the goblins."

"Oh? Do you know why?"

"Looks like there's something missing from the Mad Widow's coffer."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Dumbledore also lowered his voice with a serious expression, and asked word by word: "You mean that the Death Eaters found something missing from Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."

"Hmm~ What, could it be——?" Lucius raised his tone in surprise.

"Does that person know about this?"

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't know. The latter is bigger. Because today I happened to meet the crazy widow who bore his anger. She was lying on the ground admitting her mistake. She just emphasized back and forth that she shouldn't be unable to control her temper for a while, Killed a few leprechauns who spoke badly. The truth is, I know that the real reason for her killing goblins comes from Rookwood——that person has had a little trouble with Garen recently, and I am more friendly. He happened to be with Working under Lestrange, he happened to be watching the audience on the day of the accident."

"So you're guessing that Lestrange didn't tell Voldemort that she had lost something important, but that she was irritated by the goblin's attitude."

"Is such that."

Severus, who was standing with folded arms, suddenly said, "Albus, I think maybe we should..."

Dumbledore seemed to have understood what Severus was going to say: "No, Severus—my child. We just can't mess ourselves up at this time, but let him find out. Judging from the current situation, he has not yet He realized that his secret had been discovered. After all, he never asked Lucius about the diary or went to Gaunt to confirm it himself... In case he made more in a fit of anger... After all, his soul is already very unstable. It might be easier to split now."

Severus was silent for a moment, then nodded gravely.

The little pepper urchin in Cyril's mouth was completely swallowed, he shook Severus' hand and said, "I actually started to hope that he could start the general attack sooner, the longer it drags on, the more uncertain it will be... Sorry, I don't mean to want to start a war, I think you understand."

The white-bearded old man said gently, "It's okay, Cyril."

Lucius straightened up, and his tone became tense: "Wait, you mean that the thing missing from Lestrange's vault is that person's...Horcrux?"

"No wonder—hiss, although Bella may not know what it is, but losing the wizard thing that she regards as her life is enough for her to regret and fear..."

Lucius simply stood up and turned around in the not-so-spacious principal's office, "No, no, no, no, once you let that person know that your Horcrux is lost, he will definitely find it on my head... At that time, I could be chopped up and thrown straight into Nagini's mouth."

Dumbledore sat in his headmaster's seat with a calm expression and his fingertips facing each other. This was a habitual action he was thinking about.

The old man reminded: "Instead of giving him time to find out, it's better to find something else for him to focus on."

"What he is concerned about... other than attacking Hogwarts, killing Harry Potter and the traitor and the traitor's partner...he is very interested in Eastern witchcraft now." Lucius said, turning his eyes to Sirius you.

Before Snape lost his temper, Dumbledore hurriedly cut the topic: "Ahem, why don't you think about the wand? Two days ago, members of our Order of the Phoenix just rescued the magic wand Ou from the Death Eaters in Diagon Alley." Mister Levander. Maybe he wants to make a new wand?"

"Oh! That's right, wand, last time he fought against your Ministry of Magic, the wand in his hand was finally shattered by you and Cyril." Lucius stopped walking, rubbing his chin and said.

"Shattered? Will the wand shatter?" Cyril felt a little dangerous.

Lucius said tactfully: "Of course, it's not his own wand. I heard that he got it from a witch. The material of the wand is the same as his own. It's easy to use. I didn't expect Can't stand the fight..."

"It's Lucy, and her wand is made of yew. Is that lady still alive?" Cyril asked in a low voice.

Lucius looked indifferent: "Merlin knows. I haven't seen it anyway."

Dumbledore picked up the enamel tea mug in front of him—a gift from his best friend Lao Lin, which contained chrysanthemum and wolfberry with double rock sugar. He picked it up and took a sip enjoying it. Small spells are fine, casting some spells that require high magic power will cause accidents, or the magic power will not be fully utilized, or the wand will be destroyed."

Cyril asked curiously, "Where is Mr. Ollivander now?"

Dumbledore thought for a while and replied, "It's still safe in Black's old house."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose: "I remember that there is still a wand maker in Germany...although it seems that they are no longer accepting orders..."

"Grigorovitch." Dumbledore's voice became unrecognizably cold.