Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"I have someone here who can treat you. I don't need you to find someone. I just want to confirm one thing with you. This is probably the last question I will ask you. Can you answer it honestly?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared straight at the wizard squatting in front of him holding the cake, with an unusually rational and calm expression.

Grindelwald's face was slightly stiff, and he put away his unscrupulous expression of laughing and joking. After a moment of silence, he stood up and threw away the cake plate in his hand. The delicate gold-red plate and the cake on it flew back to the dining table with a "swish" , issued a soft "click".

The cake was not skewed halfway, and the plate was firmly on the edge of the dining table—half of it was hanging in the air, and it felt like it would fall to the ground if it was more.This shows the precise control over magic power, especially when Grindelwald still uses wandless magic.

This is something a person who is "weak" and "comparable to a squib" can't do it at all.

Dumbledore had such an expression on his face, and he was not surprised at the other party's behavior at all.

"Look, Albus. I can still use magic. I was trying to trick you into showing up by saying that I was so weak that I was dying. Is this the question you want to ask?" Grindelwald smiled harmlessly .

"No." Dumbledore denied flatly and indifferently, "I don't want to ask this. I just want to ask you, 50 years. The saints are still not disbanded, and even take root deeper and cover a wider area, this... is your instruction Is it?"

Grindelwald's expression looked like a half-smile, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a subtle arc.

"If I say that they just miss the old days when they are older, they are reluctant to part with their master, and they happen to have some children, and the children happen to be more competitive, do you believe it?"

Dumbledore's face was calm, he didn't nod or shake his head.

"Look, Albus. You don't believe what I want to say. What you believe is what's in your head. Why ask me?"

"I just want to hear your answer, answer without evasion, you just need to say, yes or no... you... as long as you say it, I will believe it." Dumbledore said softly.

Grindelwald stood there straight, the winter noon sun was short but extremely strong, they rushed in with the dust in the air through the small window of Dumbledore Godric's Hollow house, an evergreen tree outside Accompanied by the north wind, the tree swayed back and forth, casting the swaying light and shadow on the old devil's old but still clear-cut face.

Grindelwald is even more elusive in bright and dark light.

"it's me."

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, as if the reflection of the sun on the other's light-colored hair hurt his eyes.

"why?"

After a while, the old wizard murmured.

"Don't you understand, Albus? As an old devil who locked himself in Nurmengard, if he didn't have enough strength, he would have been turned into a puff of smoke decades ago."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and he grasped different points: "What do you mean, what do you mean by locking yourself in Nurmengard?"

Grindelwald turned around, his bright blue eyes, which had not changed color, stared at the old wizard lying on the chair, as if he wanted to find some shadows from the traces of the years.

This old man who was frightening in the past and even now can't help sighing in his heart: Albus looks much older than himself... But, who would have thought that this guy would spend three days thinking about every sentence he said? Over and over again, the astute old man with scrutiny always flashing deep in his eyes was once so gentle and harmless when he was young, full of talent, enthusiasm and...cute.

"Albus, let me tell you the truth, shouldn't you show some sincerity too?"

Dumbledore frowned, maybe he didn't even realize that in front of Grindelwald, he could always show his most straightforward and true emotions immediately, he almost immediately asked vigilantly: "What sincerity?"

Grindelwald looked relaxed, and he stretched out his fingers to stroke a small potted plant on the windowsill, "For the sake of many years... You let me stay here."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and sneered deliberately: "Numengard is gone, how can I restrict where you want? After all, I am not sure myself, I have defeated you once, will I be able to do so again next time?" good luck."

"Since you yourself said that you can't limit, let me stay by your side."

Grindelwald spoke very neatly, raised the knife in his hand, and cut the sneering old headmaster on the recliner in one sentence. Dumbledore's hand was stroking his beard leisurely for a second, but now he stretched his arms, Speechless.

"As long as you promise me, I will tell you everything, or give you everything I have."

Grindelwald's tone became slower and slower, and his voice became lighter and lighter, but the weight was extremely heavy. Every word trembled from the vocal cords, passed through the air, and hit Dumbledore's ears.

"You know what I want, Albus. We've never actually had a fundamental disagreement. I used to think we'd go to the top of the wizarding world together, we'd share the glory, and we'd take the whole wizarding world to the top of the world— ——Inform every race of the superiority of "wizards"... This has always been my mission and pursuit. But... when I brought wizards to the top, you disappeared...you even want to crusade against me? It's not in our agreement and it's not in my 'best interest' as I said at the beginning.Albus, we're all getting old, of course, maybe you're getting older faster than me...but that doesn't matter. Saying 'let's do it all over again' is an understatement...but, all that aside, I really hope you can redefine our relationship. "

At this moment, a beam of golden warm light fell on Grindelwald's head, just like spotlights on the stage always following the figure of the protagonist. Dumbledore was stunned, as if he had returned to the youthful years that he thought he would forget.

The same Godric's Hollow, the same winter afternoon, the same man.Young and talented, handsome and striking, with light blond hair that is more dazzling than the sun, and bright blue eyes that are more charming than the sky.He's standing here like this now, talking to himself what sounds silly and ambitious.

"We are endowed with abilities, and this ability gives us the right to rule, and we strive to rule for the greater good." ——Turn back in time, is the boy still the same? [Note] "Yes" or "No", the answer is not important.

Grindelwald may have secretly changed the concept and said a lot of things—this is his specialty. He is good at catching your pain points, making you hurt and making you want to stop, and let you stare into the abyss with him.Dumbledore almost followed him into the abyss, reining in the precipice, but he couldn't reach out and grab him together.

But time gave the two of them another chance. The silent old man at the edge of the abyss began to think, whether the person who fell so hard could still be held by him?

He was afraid back then, he was afraid that he was not firm enough to catch him, and would be dragged in by him instead... But what about now?

Even after living a hundred years, there are some things that Dumbledore still can't understand.

But one thing Grindelwald said is right—they are all old.

The corners of Dumbledore's eyes were a little loose, but this didn't make him reply to any of the other's words.

Grindelwald obviously didn't care, he withdrew his hand stroking the potted plant, turned around and walked in front of Dumbledore, squatting down again, like a pious groom holding a rose and a diamond ring, his eyes full of true tenderness and tenderness.

"Actually, I swore to myself that as long as you are willing to take me out of Nurmengard, I will obey you. I will go wherever you go—whether you believe it or not."

As he spoke, the old man with a wrinkled face smiled brightly, which almost dazzled the eyes of the old headmaster with a white beard.

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses uncomfortably, sighed, and rubbed the hem of his robes.

"What happened to Nurmengard?"

Grindelwald spread his hands, with a natural attitude: "I made it."

"I thought it was created by the German Ministry of Magic and the World Council of Magical Affairs." Dumbledore said in a word.

"That's equivalent to what I made. The Minister of the German Ministry of Magic is the second son of my director Heinrich, the World Council of Magical Affairs... emmmm... It's a bit complicated, but there are also a few of my people who happen to be in key positions bit."

Grindelwald wrinkled his nose calmly and thought, and nodded with self-affirmation after speaking.

"...Then why is there no door in Nurmengard? Since you made it, why can you still..." Dumbledore swallowed the word "sick" back into his stomach, thinking that he was probably driven by this The shameless German was bewildered.

"Anyway, you won't go through the door when you come, and my people generally don't go through the door. It's better to let me be quiet and not let anyone come in. As for the living environment...that's what I asked for." The old devil said here , adjusted his expression, became serious and serious.

"Albus, you are not only in my heart, but also in every inch of my skin, every cluster of muscle, every drop of blood and every bone, this feeling has completely integrated into my whole body... don't you come to see I, what kind of time and space have no meaning to me. You know... I have been imprisoned in Nurmengard all these years, and I have excluded myself from time and space, but I have figured out some things."

This sudden love story made the old headmaster of Hogwarts a little overwhelmed. He twitched the corner of his mouth and put his glasses back on the crooked bridge of his nose.Try to maintain the expression within a range that is not too exaggerated.

"I asked my people to bandage me." The old headmaster sat up slowly, didn't say what happened next, and didn't say whether he really agreed to the old devil's request, but just supported his arm with a tired face , legs, and flicked the wand limply to convey the message with the Patronus.

……

In the cellar of Head Slytherin of Hogwarts, Cyril and his partner were discussing what to cook in the small kitchen.

"There's nothing to do, I think you should sit on the sofa for a while." Severus took the recipe from Cyril's hand and hurriedly drove him out of the kitchen.

Xi Ruier looked back three times, until he was sitting on the sofa, he stretched his neck and chattered endlessly: "Remember to ask Doudou to help me watch the pot, and the stewed beef will be changed to a simmer in half an hour. Put the seasoning..."

"Understood, you don't need to worry about this. Read this when you have time." Severus stuffed a large book into Cyril's hand, and then pulled it out from the desk on the other side A small green notebook was also stuffed in.

"what is this?"

Cyril was immediately caught by the little book with a girlish heart, and first picked it up and looked at it carefully.Why does this delicate color scheme remind him of the couple diaries of his former roommate John and his Ravenclaw girlfriend? !

"Health self-examination notes during pregnancy. Generally, start to record self-examination from the second month, put it on the bedside table, and spend 10 minutes every night. After all, it is easy to expose your pregnancy when we go to St. Mungo now. Not very safe..." Severus replied solemnly.

"Oh."

Cyril responded, he had already opened the book and read it carefully.This is a standardized "diary" with a customized format and content. There are five to six things that need to be done every day. It is intimately marked whether it should be done by your partner or by the pregnant woman/husband. Sometimes there will be an additional check spell that will be used.

At the end of each line are several options. It estimates several results. After a complete set of "self-examination" every day, it can help you score a score to indicate the health status of the pregnant woman and the baby in the womb.

Hastily flipping through a few pages, Cyril closed the book, a little amazed at the rigor of the people in the magic world, "To be honest, dear, how did you find such a thing? I've never seen this in our house, my dad Nor does it say that I got a copy for my mother when she was pregnant with my brother."

"I asked Mrs. Pomfrey to inquire about it from a St. Mungo's obstetrician. Pomfrey just said that a friend was pregnant and did not disclose his name. He simply explained that the environment is too messy for us to go to the hospital in London for the time being. Get checked. That doctor recommended it."

Severus took the book from Cyril's hand, turned to the first page, tapped it with his wand, and continued: "I think we need to enter the most basic information first, please cooperate with this father-to-be ?”

"Then Dr. Snape, please be gentle? Gentle?" Cyril snickered.

Severus put his hand on his lips and coughed lightly, and said, "Cough, please correct your attitude, this pregnant woman. Stand up first, let's evaluate the basic physical indicators..."

"...This doctor, your actions look unprofessional. How did the hospital train you? The tip of the wand is going to poke me...Can I complain to the director of the hospital?...Well, the other book is What? It's as thick as a copy of "Ci Hai"..."

"...Awkwardly, be careful to flash to the waist... It's just some basic common sense for expectant fathers. You are already a father... It's better to learn more about basic common sense. If you have time to travel around the world, it's better to read more Reading, and... the tip of the wand didn't touch you at all, you little heartless..."

In Hogwarts’ cellar of the Slytherin head, occasionally there was a conversation or two, the pot in the kitchen was simmering beef on a low fire, the carpet had been replaced with the thickest one, and on the table There are several thick stacks of various books——occasionally there are still pink and tender babies painted on them, and the birthday present of another big thick book has been treasured by Severus Put it away.

After lunch, Cyril was put into bed by her partner to take a nap.Severus just received Dumbledore's Patronus call.

"I'll be back when you wake up. I'll have beef for dinner. Let Doudou make whatever else you want. Good afternoon." The wizard touched Cyril's head and helped him pull the quilt.

"Ann, come back soon." Cyril yawned softly and closed his eyes in a daze.

……

"He met that man in Nurmengard, Germany. The injury was not particularly serious, but he did need to recuperate. The function of this spell is to limit his use of magic power before he recovers. The small spell can... …It’s best not to have a big curse, it’s easy to cause aggravation. If it’s cured…it’s probably less than a month…Albus said that the man was injured too. And it’s only going to be worse than him…”

Cyril sat cross-legged on the sofa, gnawing on an apple while watching Severus pack his potion storage box.Nodding to express understanding: "So the headmaster did go to Germany... You saw Grindelwald himself? What does he look like? Does he have the same non-human appearance as that person? I guess it's definitely not like a snake, maybe... a Germanic person What kind of animal do you like? There were no frontal photos in newspapers and magazines back then."

"...A normal old man, he didn't say a word. He just sat on the other side in silence the whole time and watched me treat Albus."

Severus seemed to recall something that bothered him, with a subtle expression on his face.Cyril immediately noticed his partner's distraction, and leaned forward, "What? Did they have a good atmosphere before? Have they lived together?"

Severus ignored Cyril's teasing, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's not very good, but it's not what a pair of enemies should be..."

Cyril's eyes were full of curiosity and gossip, he ate the apple clean in two bites, stretched his legs off the sofa, and walked towards Severus, "So the rumors are true, they There are relationship problems, and Principal Dumbledore finally used love to convert the evil old devil king? They... did they kiss?"

"Don't come close, stay away from me—I have potions in my hand. There will be no chance for you to come into contact with potions in our house..." Severus hid sideways holding the potion box , immediately put the potion box into his own interspatial bag.

"I'm going to take a bath first. The dragon's claw grass in a healing potion I used today may not be good for your health... Also, what is the relationship problem? Why do I feel that there is no relationship between them, only problems. "

The potion master hurriedly left a sentence and walked into the bedroom bathroom, leaving Cyril behind him with a pretended deep sigh: "You are still too young, this professor... tsk tsk tsk, it's obviously a problem caused by feelings... …Doudou, is the beef stew ready? I suddenly want to eat flower stick balls and crispy salted chicken... Hurry up, hurry up, find out the fried skewer set for me while Severus is taking a bath..."

Doudou appeared immediately, and hurried into the kitchen with professional fried skewer equipment and Cyril like a spy joint, and began to secretly add meals to the "Fox Father" who was rubbing his hands.