Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing, I just want the book "Picking Techniques and Precautions for Thousands of Magical Plants"..."

Even Cyril would like to praise her cowardly wit.

"I'll pick it up for you in a moment. Take care of the daisy root and cut it into two centimeters."

"Oh, okay." Cyril couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved, and exhaled lightly.

Picking up the daisy roots piled up in the corner, he cut them carefully.

In view of the professor's attitude of striving for excellence in potions, Cyril did not dare to neglect in the slightest.Slowly calm down the daisy roots in your hands, piles of daisy roots are intertwined and knotted, some of which are still covered with soil, it is a big project that requires patience.

After the boy put all the cut daisy roots into the potion box and walked out of the laboratory, Professor Snape had already changed into a black wizard robe, and was sitting at his desk grading papers in a leisurely manner.

Cyril found that the suitcase she had placed by the door was missing.

As if sensing the boy's gaze, the professor said lightly while correcting the parchment:

"The house elf sent the suitcase back to your dormitory, what do you want to eat?"

"Huh...?" (⊙-⊙)

"It's past dinner time. I really don't know whether I should be moved by Mr. McLean's earnestness, or sighed by your efficiency."

The wizard raised his head from his desk and displayed the time with his wand. The bright green "19:25" floated in the air, slowly dissipating into a puff of smoke.

"Oops! I didn't report my family's safety!"

"They've already contacted me. Doudou!"

"At your call, my dear Mr. Snape."

"Crack!" A house elf suddenly appeared.

"Prepare this little gentleman a lamb chop with potatoes, vegetables and orange juice. I'd like a medium-rare steak to accompany the meal with red wine. Thank you."

"Doudou will prepare dinner for you and your guests immediately! May I ask if the soup corn soup, dessert apple pie and chocolate pudding are okay?"

The house-elf called Doudou squealed back excitedly, tugging her big thin ears happily.

Snape turned his gaze to the half-breed boy standing to one side, raising his eyebrows slightly.

The boy who received the professor's silent inquiry immediately replied: "I like them all."

"so be it."

"Doudou is going to prepare now!" Accompanied by the final echo, the elf disappeared into the room.

Cyril took the coat that he took off before to the outside office, casually put it on the back of the small sofa, and sat on the side by himself.

His eyes fell on the book on the small table - "Plucking Techniques and Precautions of Thousands of Magical Plants".

"Is this for me?" The boy raised his bright face.

Snape snorted in response.

"Oh! Thank you."

Cyril picked up the heavy book that seemed not much newer than the previous "Thousands Use of Herbs", and carefully flipped through it.

The title page is still the familiar childish version of Snape's font, small, dense and slanted.

This font, Cyril, has been adapted very well, and there is no pressure to read it.

The book describes in detail the living habits of each magic plant and some recognized picking techniques.Just as the boy thought, this book was reprocessed by the professor, and the blank space was filled with his own picking experience.

Cyril always felt that Snape's own annotations, or the young Snape's annotations were more interesting than the contents of the book.

For example, when talking about changing the pot of the Mandrake, the original book describes it like this:

"Wearing earmuffs and thick dragon leather gloves, grab the end of the mandrake root leaf and lift it from the soil vigorously. During this period, the mandrake will cry, scream and struggle, so be careful..."

Snape Jr. noted alongside:

"Time-consuming, labor-intensive, and dangerous! You can directly pinch the grass roots close to the tissues on both sides of the cheeks when lifting, and the Mandrake roots will no longer cry and scream, and the struggle will be greatly reduced."

Cyril could even recall the complacency and arrogance of the thin professor holding the Mandrake at that time, and suddenly having an unexpected discovery, when he wrote this passage.

The professor must have been a shining figure like a genius when he was young!Like Andrew, the current prefect at the college, shiny blond, personable, good grades and very popular.Before the holidays, Gene gloated and gossiped about the fact that Andrew had received two love letters from Gryffindor, and the Gryffindor prefects were mad about it.

emmm...all Slytherins know that Andrew is in love with a Ravenclaw beauty...

The boy looked up at the professor who was buried in the pile of parchment, and he himself was frowning at the moment.

The professor is probably the kind of career wizard.Hearing from Benny that he is still single and dedicated his love to potions.

"Snapped!"

"Your dinner, honorable gentlemen. Please take your time."

Doudou appeared steadily carrying two dinner trays, and placed the richly scented dinner on the other side of the small table.

"Gudong" Cyril heard the sound of himself swallowing.

The house-elf disappeared after finishing dinner, trying to minimize her presence.

Snape dropped the quill into the holder, stood up and waved his wand.

The small coffee table in front of him turned into a dining table for two, and the small sofa under Cyril's buttocks also turned into a high-back dining chair. His own lamb chops were placed in front of him, looking very attractive.

The boy felt very hungry. The fried chicken burger at noon seemed like something he ate in his previous life, and his stomach was empty.

"Go wash your hands first, boy."

Professor Snape was standing by the table, wiping his slender fingers with a napkin, and giving instructions slowly.

"Okay." The boy trotted to the pool.

After almost wolfing down a piece of lamb chops and half of baked potatoes in front of him, the boy realized that both of today's meals were eaten by the professor.

The professor on the opposite side had a straight back, his upper arms were clamped tightly to his sides, his napkin was folded in half on his lap, and he was elegantly cutting the steak.A standard picture of dining etiquette.

After Professor Snape's words and deeds (influenced by imposing manner), the boy also slowed down his dining speed, and cut the lamb chops in front of him from the outside to the inside.

At this time, Snape softly put down the knife and fork, took a sip of red wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and spoke slowly:

"So what's that stone bottle you sent me for?"

"The jade bottle, my grandfather's side is usually used to hold the elixir - it is a solid oriental potion. It can maintain stability and gather Qi or... magic power to the maximum extent, so that the magic power is not easy to dissipate. It is very easy to use."

Cyril did not expect that Professor Snape would take the initiative to mention the Christmas present, and was very pleasantly surprised, talking a lot.

Snape nodded slightly and said nothing more, but the frowning skin between his brows relaxed a bit.

"Those books...are well-known encyclopedias of pharmacy in China...I'm sorry I couldn't find the English version."

"I know the Compendium of Materia Medica. Don't worry McLean. The translation spell is a great invention. The book is... very interesting."

The boy stared blankly at the broccoli in his mouth, forgetting to chew for a moment.What the professor means is that he likes my gift... right?right!

I feel that there are countless villains screaming and cheering in my heart, and the big devil who has been dissatisfied with Hogwarts for thousands of years makes such a commendable evaluation. This sense of accomplishment almost makes me want to take off my robe and run three laps around the Black Lake .

The boy stammered excitedly and replied: "I also really like the gift you gave me. I carry the wand cover with me. I always want to thank you in person."

Snape slowly cut the steak, raised his eyebrows slightly, raised one corner of his lips, and didn't make another sound.

There was no sound for the rest of the dinner except for the slight clinking of glasses and plates.

Although the table was quiet, there was a good atmosphere between the two.

After the meal, the little student Cyril returned to the Slytherin common room with his dreamy face holding his "Picking Tips and Precautions for Thousands of Magical Plants".

Friends rarely get together, crowded on the big sofa closest to the fireplace.John saw his roommate first, got up and called him to come and sit.

"Hi! Cyril, this way!"

"Oh, you're all back. What are you looking at?"

Gene waved the magazine in his hand, "The Dean's Interview, Wizards Weekly."

"Cyril, come taste the toffee I brought from home, and see my elf's handiwork... Gene, I beg you to stop waving. You move like an Albanian baboon!"

Wendy pulled the dizzy primary school boy over, and snatched the magazine from Gene's hand by the way.

"The dean is in the magazine?"

"Yeah, it's the second time this year." Wendy stuffed a fragrant toffee into the mouth of the beautiful mixed-race boy.