Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Dumbledore took the wooden box, nodded, and put it away, "Do what you can, this is for you and everyone here. Also, protect yourself at all times."

Everyone echoed and gathered to respond.

"Is the previous 'moonlight' enough?" Severus turned to ask Remus Lupine who was sitting beside him.

"It's enough. At least it's enough for this month." Lupine replied with a smile, full of gratitude in his tone.This werewolf has obviously become much more energetic due to the change in his physical condition. At least he seldom wears patched robes recently, and even his hair has been done more carelessly than before.

The meeting was over, and it was time for dinner. The elf Kreacher had already prepared dinner, and at the end of the corridor, he invited the guests to follow him to eat.

After a busy day, many people were busy, and no one refused. Even Lucius did not leave early. Obviously, seeing Voldemort left him hungry and cold, physically and mentally exhausted, and urgently needed rest and food.The platinum aristocrat borrowed the restroom of Sirius's house to briefly deal with his clothes and image, and followed the crowd down the stairs to the basement in a graceful manner.

The basement of Grimmauld Place is surrounded by rough stone walls, with old-fashioned copper lamps hanging on the walls. Because the stairs are narrow, many tall wizards will inevitably be scratched by the decorative claws protruding from the copper lamps. Riel followed behind Severus, watching the scene in front of him with interest.This copper lamp is obviously a magic item, and its claws can be consciously stretched and retracted freely to avoid people or things coming over.Every time a tall person passes by, it will sensitively retract its stretched claws. However, probably because Sirius was too anxious to go downstairs, like a dark tornado, the claws that have just been stretched by the copper lamp Before he could make the next move, he hung on Sirius's dark curly hair. Sirius was pulled so hard that his scalp ached, and he took a step back, complaining in a "hiss" sound: "This stupid lamp, how many times this month?" It’s gone?! It’s going to be removed sooner or later!” As he spoke, he untied his hair indiscriminately, covered his head and rushed down.

The claws of the copper lamp were probably hurt too, and they retracted annoyedly. The claw hooks bent close to their own crystal lampshade, and the filament inside lighted and darked for a moment—as if someone was blowing air.After that, tremblingly, he erected one of the metal poles facing the basement, as if pointing the middle finger to Sirius' back.

"Pfft!" Cyril tugged on Severus' arm and laughed.

Through the narrow and narrow stairs, the vision suddenly opens up.The basement is surprisingly large, probably more than twice the size of the living room where the meeting was held just now. There is a huge fireplace next to the wall. Cyril can use it to cook roast turkey and duck. There are many iron cans hanging from the ceiling. Sirius casually explained It said that it contained bacon and ham cured by Kreacher. In the middle of the room was a table and many chairs that could accommodate many people.On the side there is a built-in cupboard for cutlery and plates.Not far away is a large open kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley's wife also came, and she seemed to be delivering something, and was left by Albus to have dinner together—their children were all at Hogwarts anyway.Now Mrs. Weasley is making berry pie for everyone in a corner of the kitchen, which is said to be her ancestral recipe.

Weasley and Malfoy have never faced each other for thousands of years, but in the face of a big enemy, the two can only barely regard each other as air, and try not to have any chance to talk to each other, lest they accidentally lose control and fight.As soon as they arrived in the basement, they occupied the two farthest corners of the dining table. Later, they found that they were diagonal, and they could look at each other affectionately when they looked up, but they had to switch to the other side. The two grown men comforted themselves in their hearts that someone was blocking them. That would probably make it through dinner safely.

Carved discs and crystal cups have been placed on the table, a large jug of freshly squeezed juice and several dozen butter beers are randomly placed in the corner of the table for people to take at will. In the center of the table is a large handful of pink and white bellflowers, which is warm And beautiful.

"It seems that Kreacher is in a good mood recently!" Tonks, with long golden wavy hair, leaned up to admire the flowers at close range, plucked the petals twice with his fingers, and teased Sirius.

"Rayle came back a few days ago, and I don't know what he said to Kreacher. After that, Kreacher has been very excited, and he can hum happily while wiping the floor." Sirius shrugged without concern, although he Now he is the owner of this house, and Kreacher treats him fairly respectfully and serves him responsibly, but in the eyes of this aged elf, Rael belongs to the master that he is truly willing to serve.Sirius has no doubts, if it weren't for the fact that it was bound to Black's old house, it would have chased north to the United States with a small package.

"When did you brew the potion, why don't I know? Your potion laboratory has been useless for a long time." Cyril and Severus sat in the corner, and Severus waved it unceremoniously The wand first poured a full glass of fresh juice for his little friend.

"More than half of it was boiled earlier, and the other part was boiled in the potions classroom. When the students were doing quizzes." Severus raised the glass and urged Cyril to drink the juice.

The atmosphere before dinner was quite harmonious. Everyone gathered together to talk and wait for the meal.Kreacher brought the food to the table after the last person was seated: goulash, oxtail soup, roast lamb chops, mashed potatoes, chicken salad, and oysters in red wine.Everyone is not polite, take it freely, and feast on it.

The corner where Severus and Cyril were was covered in a doggy pink bubble, and no matter what the atmosphere at the table was, the two of them could happily enjoy the food in front of them.

"Don't touch oysters with red wine, eat more salad and drink more soup."

"But I really don't want to eat lettuce and cauliflower...I just want to eat meat..." Cyril nondescriptly held a fork in his mouth, watching Severus pick out a lot of green leafy vegetables from the salad bowl .

"Lin Jiu said that you should supplement folic acid. In addition to taking synthetic drugs directly, green leafy vegetables such as spinach are the most effective."

"Merlin, my appetite is only this big. If you stuff it with leaves, your little fox will have no meat to eat." Cyril whispered in Severus' ear and complained, "Sprinkle more salad dressing, I'll eat it." I don't want to dry chew—"

Severus sat upright, and when he sprinkled the salad dressing without changing his face, he put two carrots on Cyril's plate, which drew a stare from Papa Fox.

Severus didn't change his face, but his lips moved slightly: "This is for the little fox, you just help him eat it. It's hard work."

"……Oh."

With an expression of "You only dare to fool me like this because I dote on you", Xi Ruier angrily bit off the carrot.

At the end of the dinner, the oversized 14-inch berry pie made by Molly received unanimous praise, and Cyril even ate a full one-sixth of a dime under Severus' worried gaze—by the way, the pie belonging to Severus Ruth and Mr. Malfoy ate their share too.

"Oh dear, you're so flattering."

Cyril always enjoyed being around motherly women - even if he was a Slytherin and the other was a Gryffindor mother.Molly's attitude towards him was much the same as her attitude towards her best-behaved cub.

"It's really delicious, I'm sorry I can't help it. If the berries are more sour, I think I can eat half of these by myself." Cyril wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Sirius helplessly. Half-eaten berry pie, watching Sirius raise one eye in confusion, unable to eat.

"You also think it should be more sour, don't you?" Molly looked even more excited, she almost pushed away Kingsley, and stuffed herself in a small space between Cyril and Kingsley.

"I used to like sweet ones, and my mother liked to make sour ones. Until I got pregnant, the taste changed, and I haven't changed it until now. I like sour berry pies. But Arthur suggested to put more sugar today... ...So everyone actually likes a little sour, right?"

Cyril stared at Sirius' pie-eating mouth, "gudong" swallowed, the small pointy Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and answered absent-mindedly: "Also...maybe...?"

Sirius pricked up his ears, and protested with the berry pie in his mouth, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", indicating that he felt that the sweetness of the pie in his mouth was just right, and he didn't need to be sour anymore.

Molly looked over with Cyril, with a coaxing tone: "Oh, I'm not sure, it seems that Sirius likes sweet things, doesn't he?"

Sirius (Sirius) nods with a berry in his mouth and Peckmi the dog.

Molly turned around with emotion, looked at Cyril lovingly, and muttered: "So it's just... us two...?"

"Cough, I happen to feel sour too."

Fearing that Molly would make everyone present have any associations, Severus took the initiative to stand up and claim the taste.

Molly probably didn't expect that the cold potion master would take the initiative to talk to her. She opened her mouth and let out an inexplicable "Oh." She completely forgot that the potion master didn't eat the berry pie she made— ——Obviously they were all fed into Cyril's stomach.

Before Molly returned to her seat, Cyril could still hear her muttering to herself: "Could it be possible that smart people like sour taste? So do I, so does Mom, and so does Percy. Mr. Snape and Mr. McLean also likes a sour taste... Arthur can't do it... tsk tsk tsk..."

Sirius, who was about to ask Mrs. Molly when she would visit again next time, just heard it, opened his mouth halfway, and choked abruptly: "... Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Regarding the matter of Cyril's pregnancy, Severus has his own considerations. Although everyone here is the backbone, elite, and core members of the Order of the Phoenix, their loyalty may be trustworthy, but it may not be reliable.Just like Stupid Dog and that Tonks, with a big grin and a loose mouth.The less people know about Cyril's pregnancy, the better. As a "thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh" of a mysterious person, one can imagine how troublesome the news of a pregnant Cyril will bring to that person's ears.

……

In the morning, Comrade Cyril White Fox, who was two months pregnant and on the twelfth day, woke up on time with the pressure on his bladder.He kicked the wizard who was hugging him with his feet, groaned and refused to open his eyes.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Severus woke up quickly, opened his eyes and was about to touch the wand next to the pillow.

"Help me up quickly, my bladder is about to explode, I'm going to the bathroom to pee..." Cyril mumbled with her eyes closed.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief, feeling vaguely that he was one head and two big.

Cyril didn't show her pregnancy, didn't have calf cramps, and didn't have morning sickness, but this guy imagined what an eight-month pregnant woman should look like in his heart every day, applied it to himself, and never tired of using it to cheat.

Such a "monster" companion miraculously cured Severus Snape's anxiety. The master of potions now believes that he is very adaptable to all kinds of emergencies, and can solve troubles in an orderly manner. By the way, to appease Cyril's emotions.

The wizard still couldn't help sighing: "...you should at least open your eyes when you go to the bathroom, get up and find your slippers..."

"Excuse me, I'm tired... You can use the 'flying around' spell to drop me directly, I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes, and I can't walk... Be careful..." Cyril held back his urine at the same time Will cheat to the end.

Severus rolled his eyes inwardly, ignoring Cyril's nonsense.The head Slytherin was already familiar with dealing with the naughty father fox, he pulled his dressing gown out of bed, "I'll order you a breakfast, how about double bacon and wonton noodles in chicken soup?"

Sure enough, Father Fox lying flat on the bed opened one eye: "Can you fry two Cantonese-style sausages while frying the bacon? My dear???"

"But your mother said... that kind of sausage is eaten steamed... isn't it a bit...?"

"Cut it into slices and fry~~~ Hurry up and go, and then come back to wait for me to take a bath, change clothes and have a meal..." Cyril directly sent his partner off with a sentence in Chinese, waving his palms inwards and the backs of his hands outwards casually. Flicking, quite the demeanor of a faint king.

Severus, who has already studied Chinese, reminded tolerantly: "...then you remember to wear more clothes." After speaking, the emperor's "close-fitting black-faced steward" silently wrapped in a dressing gown and opened the bedroom door, summoning the domestic children. The elf went.

"Got it, got it. By the way, add a serving of sweet and sour short ribs! Be thin!"

Severus responded, unable to bear the mixed feelings.Half of them are relieved by their partner's good appetite, and the other half are shocked by their partner's ability to eat.

Is it really okay to eat like this? ——Severus, who got up early and had no appetite, expressed his confusion.

……

"So you think that Kress in the college has been wandering in the corridor on the 8th floor recently, and may even have a dangerous purpose, frequently going in and out of the Room of Response?"

Cyril was holding a barrel of barbecue-flavored corn flakes in his arms, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and chatting with the two little buns from his college.

Holding the juice glass in his hand, Xiao Long Bao explained slowly and logically: "Yes, last time Harry wanted to go to the Room of Requirement to find the magazines I randomly put in it, but found that there were people in the Room of Requirement. After that, we We waited at the door for a long time but did not wait for that person to come out, and when we went back the next day, there were people again, so we waited back and forth for a week, and finally met Senior Kleis who was hurrying back and forth in the corridor."

Harry added: "His girlfriend is also in Slytherin, and he shouldn't have any particularly valid reason to go to the eighth floor frequently."

Draco gritted his white teeth and snorted softly, "Obviously, after we met him leaving the corridor and going downstairs that day, we found that the Room of Requirement was accessible."

Harry continued: "Although we thought it was strange, we didn't pay much attention to it when we thought that he might also be looking for something hidden in it before. Until one day..."

Draco gave a smirk: "We followed behind and just saw Klein wandering in the corridor on the eighth floor with a cage of rats, when Harry put on his father's invisibility cloak wisely. We followed him until he entered Door to the Room of Requirement."

Harry frowned: "We didn't have to wait long for him to come out that day. The cage in his hand was empty—the mouse was gone. And he kept looking around before going out, seeming very nervous."

Draco shrugged and spread his hands, "We can't think that he enters the Room of Requirement every day to release animals or hide mice!"

As Harry recalled, he tried to describe the situation at the time: "So I walked around the door three times, thinking silently: The room that Cress entered. Finally, there was a door, and when I opened it, I found that it was the clutter I was looking for in the magazine. It was all tattered and dirty. We couldn't guess what he was doing, and we didn't see an infestation of rats on the ground."

Draco concluded his statement: "So suspicious, Cyril, you should be careful with him. We suspect he has something in him, the kind that eats rats. I happen to know several dangerous magical creatures that eat rats ..."

Harry agreed with a solemn expression: "Yes, Cyril. What if his animals escaped... I feel that the sneaky animals must be animals that cannot be put on the surface. It is very dangerous to think about it..."

Cyril listened to a "two-person talk show" with relish, and stuffed a handful of cornflakes into one person's hand with a suppressed smile. There was no speech in the room for a while, only the chaotic trio of "crack, crunch".

"I'll let Severus and the other teachers keep an eye on him and the Room of Requirement, but you don't take the initiative to get involved anyway. Whether it's dangerous magical creatures or otherwise, it's full of uncertainty. So far, leave the rest to me. After finding out the truth, I will give you a satisfactory answer. Boys who are only 12 years old now, just be responsible for growing up healthily." Cyril seemed to be reassuring Like the minibus, he rubbed the heads of the two of them.

The platinum little bun who muttered that her hairstyle was messed up honestly squinted her eyes, every pore was relaxing to feel the comfort and coziness of the rubbed hair.

Cyril sent the two children off before dinner, and he didn't want to scare the two children because of his good appetite.

At night, Cyril lay on the bed with his arms around Severus' waist, remembered this incident, and asked, "What does this Crys family do?"

"Dad is a staff member of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic, and mother is a Ministry of Magic secretary."

Father White Fox blinked his big gray-green eyes: "The Misuse of Muggle Substances Department? Is it the same job as Mr. Weasley?"

Severus frowned and recalled: "It's like this, and I overheard it when Weasley was chatting with others, so I had some impressions. One of them is particularly annoying, always making trouble for him, and hates Muggles everything, trying to get Muggle stuff out of the wizarding world completely every day. And always asking Weasley what he's up to..."

"Sev, you said... If that person wants to sneak into Hogwarts, will he find a minor to work for him?" Cyril suddenly sat up and asked worriedly.