Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Ah, Guderian, please come in. Noah has come to your place again?" Cyril opened the door of the office as usual.

After two months, the little German boy finally understood that the little white fox he carried in his arms at the sorting ceremony was the youngest son of the dean and the teaching assistant.He thus automatically understood that Noah and his twin brother were born Animagus.

"It's Potions class, Assistant Professor McLean. It came with you before class." Guderian took out the sleeping little fox from his robe with soft eyes, and carefully placed it on the into the wooden bed in the big office.It is not accurate to say that it is a bed, because there is no quilt or small pillow in this small bed. The bed is covered with thick cotton cushions and a layer of white soft fluff, and there are a circle of toys around it. Egbert is using a fox The image of sleeping in a whale pillow.

The corner of Cyril's mouth twitched, he didn't remember the little fox who went to class with him at all.If he remembered correctly, before leaving the door, he went to the bed and gave each of the two little guys a forehead kiss. At that time, the two were indeed in the small bed.

"He ran out of your pocket. I was afraid he would be burned by the potion or stepped on... so I picked him up while everyone was not paying attention." Guderian's delicate face was full of seriousness and integrity.

Cyril complained in his heart, Noah and Egbert would never be stepped on stupidly, and they are not real foxes (nor will real foxes).I just don't want to say it to scare everyone, but judging from the current level of magic power of the two little guys, your toes haven't touched their tails yet, it's very likely that you were bounced five meters away first.

Severus had just returned from Potions class in the seventh grade, holding a stack of papers in his hand, the parchment fell on the desk in the wind after entering the door, he cast a mysterious glance at the little boy who was standing on the side The German bent down again and kissed Cyril on the cheek, and stretched out his arm as it should, and Cyril helped him hang his coat on the hanger by the door.

Guderian winked, said goodbye politely, and walked to the door.

"Mr. Hoffman."

"Yes, Dean."

"Your letter from home. I suggest that your family change to a courier. Hogwarts temporarily does not allow such...a tough courier to enter—for the safety of the teachers and students and the owls of the teachers and students, please understand."

A letter flew into Guderian's hand, and the wax seal was a soaring Costinus.

"Thank you for your reminder, then I'll go back first." Guderian left holding his home letter with burning eyes.

"What is his messenger?" Cyril stood beside the crib, pinching his son's little paw, effortlessly squeezing out the pointed nail inside, and rubbed the fur on the white paw with his fingertips, "Yes Shouldn't they be giving them a manicure?"

"No, don't touch their nails, at least you can protect yourself. Hai Dongqing, the messenger of the Hoffman family, that bird of prey almost attacked the barn owl at Hogwarts. He was stopped by Hagrid at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "

Severus stood by the cot, and calmly moved Cyril's free paw away, freeing the little fox who had dreamed that his paw was stuck in the grass and could not be pulled out.

"Noah ran out again?" Severus raised his hands and unbuttoned the two collar buttons and asked.

"Well. I can't control it. Fortunately, he seems to be close to Guderian, and others never let him touch him."

"Humph."

Except for Guderian in the first grade of Slytherin, Xiao Longbao in the third grade and Harry, the rest of the students didn't know that the white fox that Professor Snape often carried in his arms was actually a human.

Yes, I often keep it in my arms—every one of these five words is very accurate.

Cyril himself didn't know about it, because he was actually quite busy in St. Mungo's recently, and one of the parties didn't mean to let him know.

This rumor (truth) started to surface last month, the first week of school.The cause was the first third-year Potions class of the new term, which happened to be the day when Cyril went to work in St. Mungo's.

The white fox boy has been linked with "terrorist attack - saving the world - taking maternity leave to give birth to steamed stuffed buns" together. He hasn't gone to work in St. Mungo's for more than half a year. At one time, his research project was almost interrupted due to the absence of the backbone. Now he is actively Promptly lead the team back to progress.So the burden of taking care of the family fell on the shoulders of the cold and professional Mr. Snape.

Dumbledore lent them Doudou indefinitely and Dorje, who had been "licensed to work" very early, helped a lot, but it still made Severus feel uncomfortable.One morning, seeing that there were still 10 minutes to go to class, amidst the earth-shattering cries of the two fox cubs and the little hands holding on to Severus' fingers, this strict father finally raised his hand. His hand surrendered——he put the little foxes into his pocket without changing his expression, and walked towards the potions classroom in black robe tumbling.

It sounds unbelievable, and it doesn't fit the profile of the Slytherin head and Potions professor at all, but it's all true.

Today is a theoretical class, there will be no danger, and children need the company of their parents, it is irresponsible to always leave it to the elves, and the book also says that the lack of long-term companionship is not conducive to the healthy growth of the child's body and mind——— Sever In his mind, Les found a reasonable and reasonable excuse for his behavior, with references as auxiliary materials.

……

On the basement level of Hogwarts, on the east side, there is a newly renovated Potions classroom.

Harry stretched out his hand and twisted the arm of Xiaolongbao beside him unexpectedly, Draco almost jumped up from the table and chair like a sky-swapping monkey.

"What's wrong??!" Draco glared at his good friend patiently.

"Look at the dean, what is he doing???" Xiao Ha sat upright and terrified, staring straight ahead with her emerald eyes without blinking.

Xiao Longbao raised his head from his potion notes last semester, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his expression became uncertain.

"The dean moved a cage? Are we going to do an experiment today?"

"Cage without a roof? Are you sure? You know... I think the piece of furniture he's holding looks like a play cot I've seen at a neighbor's house... a kid can crawl around in it... no will fall out..."

"What are you kidding?" Draco widened his blue eyes.

"I'm not kidding, Cyril went to work in St. Mungo's today, and no one was home to look after the children. By the way... did you see those two little brothers?" Harry turned his head, his big emerald eyes opened softly Ask your peers.

"I met once, and I went to visit with my parents. My father said that they combined all the advantages of Cyril and Professor Snape... If you want me to say, it's not that exaggerated --- Cyril is good-looking enough But it's really cute..."

"That's great. I haven't seen it yet. I lived at Sirius's house during the holidays. Sirius was too busy. He kept asking me to wait for him to find time to visit together. As a result, the Dean's family went to France after three delays." Harry whispered jealously.

"Maybe we can find Cyril after class...Merlin, he brought two little foxes...the rumors are true..." Draco grabbed Harry's sleeve excitedly, and squeezed The soft meat under the sleeves, Harry pulled his arms out with a grin, feeling that this cunning roommate was definitely secretly taking revenge on him just now "couldn't help it".

"What rumors? Turned into a fox on the day of the war? Or a natural Animagus?"

"No, there are rumors that Cyril has the blood of magical creatures... You see, their cubs are exactly the same as the white fox that Cyril transformed into back then... Even if they are inherited from the Animagus family, they are not all one kind of creature This is what my father told me in secret, and we realized early on that Cyril's special blood comes from his mother's family."

"Whatever it is... Does Cyril know that Headmaster Snape brought the two children to class?" Harry felt dreamy and short of breath.He imagined the scene of Professor Snape emptying Neville's cauldron with his wand while hugging and coddling the child.

Then the two cubs shivered violently together.

He really couldn't look directly at the scene where the resolute, [-]-meter dean is wearing a baby sling and coaxing the child, it's too disillusioned...

The two cubs were secretly communicating below, and Professor Snape had already arranged for his two babies, put the crib behind the table, and cast a protective spell comparable to the secret vault at the bottom of Gringotts (although The crib itself has all kinds of protective spells), and finally took out the space bag and stuffed a few accompanying puppet toys into the bed.

The students who entered the classroom found their seats one after another and sat down. Everyone whispered, but no one dared to make any noise.When the time came, the potions professor, who was bending over to make the small bed and teased the two little foxes with his fingers, instantly stood up straight and came out from behind the large desk.

The temperament of the whole body changed drastically, and the soft eyebrows and eyes just now seemed to be just an illusion.

The audience was dead silent, and many later students didn't know that there were other things behind the desk, and only thought that the professor was arranging the class equipment.Everyone sat upright, not daring to whisper to each other.

"Welcome... to meet you after———or, to meet each other here——fortunate or unlucky, this year I will still teach potions, and you who want to see other professors are destined to Disappointed, unless someone told me that he had to go back to first grade after getting his head hurt by a magic shock a few months ago (students in the audience laughed softly) Since we continue to be in this classroom, the classroom rules I mentioned before still apply Count. Long story short, now open the potions textbook for the third stage."

Severus started to explain the theory of potions in the third grade according to the syllabus. As usual, the teaching style made the episode that he moved something fade out of everyone's minds over time.

Just as the potions professor was waving his wand and talking about the "four major effects" and "the law of conservation of magic power", Harry was surprised to find that the head Slytherin, who never hesitated to speak, suddenly changed his speaking speed and stopped.

"Turn the book to page 23, Potter, you read the third paragraph, Malfoy, you follow along, and so on——"

The expressionless professor turned around, the black robe rolled and left a charming arc in mid-air, and then disappeared behind the big desk on the podium.

It was the first time in three years that Harry once again felt the fear of being dominated by Muggle primary school textbooks taking turns reading famous stories from celebrities, and stuttered and began to read aloud under the watchful eyes of the entire grade.

Professor Snape frowned fiercely, stood up to correct the pronunciation of an uncommon potion ingredient, and then bent down again.No one knew what happened behind the big desk, but 10 minutes later, the unsmiling Professor Snape appeared in the middle of the classroom again.

"So what do you understand about this?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

————Forgot to mention, because of the renovation of the Potions classroom (renovation funds come from the generous teaching assistant McLean), the entire space is now more than doubled, and students of the same grade from the four colleges often attend classes together.

Severus looked around slowly, and managed to make many Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students bow their heads guiltyly, and finally curled his lips and reluctantly called Gran, who raised his hands enthusiastically every day. Miss Jay.

"Excuse me, among the four major effects, the Ampulus effect is the first, but according to the potion books I read, it seems that there are very few cases about the Ampurus effect... Is this sort of order deliberate?"

Snape's expression relaxed a little, and he quickly returned to indifference. He nodded and replied vaguely: "It obviously means that Miss Granger hasn't read enough books and contacted enough cases..."

Hermione blushed, and there was a murmur of laughter from the audience (mainly focused on the naughty boys in Slytherin).The laughter gradually died down under the gaze of Severus himself.

Professor Snape tidied up his cuffs slowly and continued: "But you are very perceptive, Ravenclaw -----, the arrangement is of course determined by the author after careful deliberation. Textbooks are not novels. , You can write whatever you want. When you make more potions in the future, your knowledge will increase, and your horizons will broaden—of course I have reservations about this. Many people will never touch anything related to potions after leaving the potion class The knowledge of potions... In short, you will find that this is where the wisdom of the predecessors lies. Please sit down, Miss Granger."

Severus slapped another sweet date, and almost gave Ravenclaw a point, and Hermione sat down with a flushed expression.

"Other questions?"

The audience was silent.

"Hee——" The faint cry of a small animal was very clear in the silent potion classroom.

The students were surprised to find that a mass of white hair protruded from the pocket of Professor Snape's neat and neat black robe all the year round.

"...!!!"

Harry didn't hold back and quickly grabbed Draco who was beside him. Of course Draco was not a vegetarian. Having learned from the past, he quickly cast a partial petrification spell on his arm, and Harry almost twisted his fingers.

The unsmiling Professor Snape had no expression on his face. He stretched out his slender fingers in front of everyone, and poked Bai Maomao's single finger into his pocket, and patted the pocket of his coat reassuringly in front of everyone.The robe moved twice and then stopped.

"..." The expressions of the students in the audience were brilliant.

"It seems that everyone understands...then let me ask a few questions, if..." Severus smirked and folded his arms.

As soon as the professor finished speaking, the hands of the students in the audience rose up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and everyone had expressions of bewilderment and eagerness for knowledge.

Severus nodded in satisfaction, relieved and relieved to have successfully directed the students' attention on the right track.

At the same time, Cyril, who has no knowledge of what her wayward partner is doing, is nervously conducting an experiment that was interrupted by the previous war-healing patients whose souls have suffered irreversible damage.If there is a breakthrough in this treatment, then Cyril feels that at least thousands of wizard patients around the world can be cured and countless desperate wizard families can be saved.

Cyril still remembers that the inspiration for this treatment came from his own one morning, when he woke up earlier than Severus and stared at the sleeping face of his "soul mate", he suddenly came up with a bold guess: if the soul A patient who has suffered irreversible damage finds a certain connection with him (or her)—whether it is a blood connection or a soul contract or fetter, which can form a closed loop in the healing process... Let the two people Complement and heal each other, with the assistance of soul-like potions...

After this idea formed in his mind, the first patients he thought could receive treatment were the Longbottoms.The only problem is that both of them have damaged souls, and it is still unknown whether they can achieve the desired effect.

During Voldemort's rampage, Cyril had not been to St. Mungo's, but he had been remotely guiding his team to conduct experiments on potions.Because after all, these soul-damaged patients are no more rare soul mates than he and Severus, and the connection between them may not be as close as one-thousandth of himself and Severus, which means that some catalysts or intermediaries are needed, and Similar potions based on Soul Devouring Potion are the best intermediaries.

Cyril and his team have successively produced more than a dozen experimental medicines and are conducting preliminary experiments.

At present, the whole experiment still has a long way to go. The preliminary experiment can only verify the nature and safety of the medicine itself. This is only the first step. It is another difficult topic about the mutual healing of souls in a closed cycle. .

……

"Cyril, look at your son!" Severus's annoyed voice went straight through the entire office, directly into Cyril's ears, and Cyril was helping his youngest son take a bath at the moment, breakfast time , Noah overturned a bowl of salad, and poured vinaigrette from head to toe, with golden corn and green peas in his hair.

"I don't have time! I'm busy! What's the matter?" Cyril yelled back unceremoniously.

———Parents with children always get better lung capacity.

The next second, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Severus appeared next to Cyril with furry hair and hugging his giggling eldest son. The little boy stripped naked a few times and stuffed it into the bathtub.

Egger quickly moved to his twin brother, and the two studied the corn kernels on Little Noah's head together.

"No, you can't put it in your mouth anymore, it's already dirty." Cyril stopped it.

"Da——?" Egger tilted his head cutely.

"Yes, you can't eat any more." Cyril explained patiently.

"Da!" Egger clapped his hands.

"I'll give you new ones after taking a bath, mixed with sweet cream." Cyril nodded, communicating with her two babies without any obstacles.

"You can't mix sweet cream. It is said in the book that a one-year-old child should not eat too much sweet cream." Severus said quietly beside him.

"...?" Cyril looked regretful.

"Da...?" The two little ones gave up the bubbles in their hands, and both raised their heads and looked at their father Sif from the corners of their eyes.

"...It's okay to have a little once in a while." Severus added dryly.

Cyril turned her head, only to see her partner's embarrassed appearance—the half-length hair tied up was loose, and there was still a sticky and suspicious liquid on her chest.

"What's the matter?" Cyril tried to straighten the corners of his mouth, and suddenly felt that Noah was simply a little angel. At least in the chaos caused at the dinner table in the morning, only Noah himself turned into a green leaf soaked chicken, and did not affect others .

"Did you enter my operation room? The potion operation room? Opened the door?" Severus answered irrelevantly, clicking his tongue angrily while unbuttoning his shirt cuff buttons.

"No, no. I haven't had time to pay attention to your potion these days. What's the matter?" Cyril rubbed his giggling eldest son with a sponge soaked in milk bubbles by the way.

"Egger went in." Severus washed his hands at the sink, picked up a light pink sponge on the side, and one by one with Cyril, helping the little ones in their hands to rub bubbles together.

"I thought the door would be locked when you enter and exit." Cyril's eyes widened.

"I thought so too. Do you remember when I said the last time I did half of Felicia's inexplicably sweetened cleanser?"

"Ah, you've been rambling on for nights. But I gotta say, it's really not me—I'm really not that boring, I wouldn't do that kind of thing in first grade, and your partner is 20, isn't it 12! Swear on Merlin's socks!"

"You can't even speak English well in the first grade. It's impossible for you to be able to play pranks. Don't elevate yourself. I didn't expect such extravagant expectations from you at that time."

Severus smirked unceremoniously, craned his neck quickly before Cyril turned his face and threw him a bubble, kissed Cyril's cheek, and added in a low voice: "But I really miss that part You followed behind me, looking like you couldn't speak a word of English in a hurry for a long time... People can watch... um..."

Cyril: "...??? Do you feel that your thoughts are a little abnormal? Or the words don't sound healthy? Weird?"

Severus looked stern, took the nozzle to adjust the water temperature, and helped the eldest son get his head wet.It was as if he hadn't said anything just now.

Little Aiger excitedly folded his hands to catch the water falling from the sky, and said excitedly: "Da~~!"

"I recalled it again, I definitely locked the door beforehand. It must have been opened by this naughty bastard!"

Severus changed the subject at a speed comparable to a Muggle F1 drifting car. His mouth was fierce, but his hands were extremely gentle. He lifted one of Egger's small arms, rubbed it for him, and switched sides , repeat the previous action.

"So your current door-locking spell can no longer hold our big baby?" Cyril squeezed a little tear-free shampoo, and handed the bottle to the people around him.

Severus took it with one hand and squeezed some in his hand. While rubbing the little black hair on the top of Egger's head, he was annoyed and continued to mutter with a dark face: "You don't know...it's a disaster. Today, just Just now! As I was inspecting my potions, I looked back to find the lab door open and Egger crawled in...can you imagine my shock, he sat down next to the dried nettles... in front of me , summoned the sage on the shelf, and threw it unceremoniously into the cauldron in front of me before I could stop it."

"Pfft." Cyril felt that he had imagined Severus stunned and drenched, the white fox boy still couldn't hold back his laughter, and hoped that his partner would not mind.

Severus graciously ignored Cyril's snicker, with a strange complex expression of helplessness, anger, relief, annoyance, pride, and complacency on his face, and continued: "I never thought of being in this potion of magic. Adding sage to the medicine is simply a stroke of magic, the potion changed its nature instantly... I think it is because the amount of sage is not well controlled, if little Aiger can throw in two less, maybe this potion will not It will boil immediately, and then I guess... Maybe this potion will turn into a room full of magic bubbles, floating on the roof, and won't dissipate for half a month..."

"Magic Bubble?" Cyril looked interested.

"When two completely conflicting potion materials collide in a specific situation, the magic power will be gathered, and the other liquid in the previous pot will be attached to the outside and become something like a bubble. Isn't it a genius move? He grasped it The timing is just right!"

"...No, I think Egger just thinks that the sage is the closest to the crucible and at the end of the shelf, so it's easy to control." Cyril said calmly.

"That's talent too!" Severus didn't accept any rebuttals, his hair and robes were dripping, he was completely out of the annoyed look just now, and started to use his wands to turn little Egger and little Noah into bubble ducks and bubble elephants .

Egger and Noah shrieked with excitement.

"...You are right, after all, they are your sons, and the blood of potion masters flows in their bodies. Even if it is luck, it is also the luck of potion masters." Seeing his partner look like a silly father , Cyril immediately nodded dog-leggedly.

"Maybe you can start trying to replace the bedtime story with Thousands of Magical Plants and the children's version of the Chinese Compendium of Materia Medica..." Cyril added without hesitation.

"No, I think you should be able to read some prose poems and fairy tales first. A master of potions must have a sense of art. It's never too late to learn knowledge, but the foundation and imagination are essential." Severus didn't recognize Siri at all. Hall's joke, carefully planned.

"……Row."

"Do you still have the storybooks from your childhood?"

"My mother should have kept it."

"Get ready, you have to read these stories to them too."

"……Row."

……

In fact, Cyril never doubted whether Little Aiger and Little Noah had the talent for potions.Sometimes I look at the imitation potion set in the toy box of the little pot friend, the polished wooden hammer, the rounded mini copper pot, tin pot, and the exquisite and lovely imitation potion bottle.Cyril felt that even an ashes-level potion waste like Neville would have a superb interest in and skills in pharmaceuticals after being educated like this.

Looking at those small crucibles, reagent bottles made of soft material, simulated dried nettles and simulated evening primrose, Cyril even felt the long-lost jealousy from the bottom of his heart.Severus had never made himself a toy!Didn't make a bed either!Not to mention that there is no book dedicated to enlightening the inspiration of potions! ! !

"Honey, that little indestructible cauldron... that potion toy that really smokes and smells when you put fake dried nettles and evening primroses together..."

One night, the two of us kissed me and I performed a series of exercises "good for physical and mental health, family unity, reducing the hidden dangers of endocrine disorders, and delaying the premature arrival of menopause". Asked suddenly while dawdling.

"I asked someone to buy it." Relying on the fact that Cyril couldn't see his expression, Severus opened his eyes and spoke nonsense.

The corners of Cyril's mouth curled up: "Regulus said that he would also like a set when his child is born."

"...Maybe discontinued. It's not easy to buy, if he insists, I can help to ask, but don't get your hopes up." Severus continued to demonstrate lies with lies.

"...Oh." Cyril didn't insist either, but just responded in an unclear manner.

A sense of embarrassment burst out from the bottom of Severus's heart, he changed his position uncomfortably, pressed Cyril under his body, touched down with his hand, and skillfully brought out the occasional uncontrollable pain of Cyril. Hairy tail, stroked from the root of the tail, Cyril dodged back uncomfortably, and took a breath.

Severus grinned.

Sometimes it is inevitable that people will have a compensatory psychology. Some people say that this kind of psychology will be especially obvious after becoming a parent.

Severus hid in the basement of Spider's End when he was a child, and secretly dug out the box that Irene brought from the wizarding world, wiped the dirt off the box with his sleeve, and saw the magical potion book and a set of old but complete He was only a few years old, but he wanted to use it but he didn't know how to use it. He was worried that his poor craftsmanship and recklessness would destroy this hard-won "wealth". Father Gua gave himself a set of his own potion tools, and told himself about these magical little crucibles, small test tubes, small bottles, and those thick and thick catheters of different lengths, even if they are just toys that cannot be made into real ones.

Now that he has a family, a lover, and offspring, it is only natural that he will become like the father he once wanted to have, support this family, and hold all the tenderness and love in his hands.

Cyril's jealousy of his son lasted only one night, and even 90.00% of the time he didn't take it seriously because he was sleeping soundly in Severus' arms.

Early the next morning, he found a dozen written and bound parchments next to his briefcase, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Sitting at the dining table, Mr. Snape was feeding chicken mashed potatoes to the two little guys who were waiting to be fed. Noah kept his mouth flat because the chicken juice in the mashed potatoes was not strong enough, and he poured tasteless mashed potatoes into his mouth. All the tablecloths and Sev's father's front were given.

"I occasionally glanced at the experimental data you brought back—I thought you put it on the table to show me." Severus didn't look back, and skillfully used the cleaning spell to get rid of his robe .

"Yes, you can look at it as you like, it's not confidential." Cyril responded with a smile.

"I helped you reorganize and compare according to my ideas, so that you don't have to waste time on concentration and reaction temperature, just do what you are good at." Severus still didn't look at Cyril, He handed over the mashed potatoes in his hand to Dorji and Doudou who were tearful.

Cyril flipped through the data at the back again, and stared round: "You actually finished it? It takes a lot of time!"

"Given that the wealthy Mr. McLean 'spend a lot of money' to expand the potions classroom and merge the academies where I take classes, saving nearly half of my time, so I'm still relatively free." Severus smirked.

Cyril was as happy as a little friend who got a dream toy, threw himself into Severus' arms, sat on the wizard's lap, hugged his face and kissed hard on both sides of his forehead and cheek , sighed: "Did I say today that I love you so much? My husband."

"I say it every day, but I think the frequency needs to be improved." Severus held the waist of the little friend in his arms firmly.