Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The first floor is mainly the living room and kitchen, because there are few furniture, the whole looks relatively empty.

There was nothing on the countertop over the fireplace but a can of Floo powder, nor on the coffee table, not even a throw pillow on the hard sofa.

Really are……

There were quite a lot of things on the bookcase and wine rack in the corner of the living room. The boy leaned over to look at the bookcase and found that most of them were difficult books on black magic and potions.Many book titles were hard to understand, and Cyril didn't take it down and read it without authorization.

There are various red wines and foreign wines of different colors on the wine rack, as well as several crystal wine glasses of different sizes.

There is nothing in the kitchen except a pan and a spatula hanging on the wall. From the degree of use of the pan, it can be seen that the owner of the house really did not cook by himself at all.

Looking at the deserted and even a little depressed kitchen, Cyril thought of his parents and grandma competing to cook at home, cooking a big table of delicious food.The whole family gathered around the table lively, feeling that the professor lived alone was a little too deserted.

There are dark curtains hanging on the windows on the first floor, and you can see the street outside when you open it. The winding stone road is a bit dirty and cramped, and the walls of the surrounding houses are dark and full of oil stains. They look newer than the professor’s house. Where to go.

The head of the dignified Slytherin really doesn't pay attention to or care about his own house.

Boring around the house, the boy politely didn't enter the master's bedroom and the underground laboratory where entry was strictly prohibited, and finally decided to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Lying back on his own log-colored single bed, smelling the clean smell on the quilt, and thinking of the gloomy and depressing living room downstairs, the boy felt that Professor Snape had taken good care of him.

The mattress was soft, the pillows were fluffy, and the room was cool. Accompanied by the boy's steady breathing, No. 19 Spider's End Lane was completely quiet.

The sun shone on the boy's face, and the skin on the boy's face was fluffy. The boy turned his face to one side and rubbed against the pillow, opened his eyes dimly, and then faced a pair of big round eyes like ping pong balls.

"scare!"

The boy jumped up from the bed, almost bumping his head.

A house-elf was standing uneasily at the foot of the bed, tugging at a tea towel cloth around him.

"Doudou..." Cyril covered his face with one hand, calming down his heartbeat like an Angora rabbit.

"Oh! Doudou is sorry! Doudou didn't mean to disturb the rest of the wizard guests, Doudou... Doudou just prepared lunch and wanted to see if you woke up..."

The house-elf called Doudou was sobbing and twisting her tea towel, her big eyes filled with tears, looking terrified.

"It's okay... I woke up by myself, it's none of your business, what did you prepare? It smells so good!"

Cyril put on her clothes and got out of bed, walked out of the room first, exaggeratedly sniffed her nose, and looked at the restless elf with bright eyes.

Doudou followed behind Cyril step by step, and raised her head in surprise when she heard this:

"Doudou prepared oriental delicacies! Professor Snape said that you come from a great and ancient country, and Doudou tried the braised pork ribs and fried tofu from China on her own initiative."

"Wow! You are really great! How did you find the recipe and how did you get the tofu?" Cyril was really pleasantly surprised and hungry this time, and excitedly bent down and hugged him up to his thigh elf.

Doudou was taken aback by this sudden hug, she didn't know how to react, her face instantly turned into a tomato.

Xi Ruier didn't notice it, let go of her arms and ran down the stairs quickly, and sat directly at the dining table, looking at the braised pork ribs and white rice in front of her, she was moved to tears.

The rice is the loose-grain basmati rice used in Europe, but for a person who has eaten bread and steak for a semester, it is already very good.

Doudou followed the Western way of serving dishes and made a set meal like braised pork ribs with rice. There are a few slices of fried tofu and some seasonal vegetables on the side of the big plate, which whets the appetite.

"Doudou grinds the tofu by himself. There are oriental recipes in the library, and Doudou learned it by himself!" The little elf answered excitedly with big eyes.

"You are great! Can you also eat Chinese food at night?" Xi Ruier wolfed down with a spoon.

"Follow your orders!"

Sure enough, as the elf promised, Kung Pao chicken was served on rice at night. Cyril felt that his empty heart was completely healed by Doudou's craftsmanship, and even secretly considered whether he could continue the Chinese food when Professor Snape came back tradition of.

After reading a book at night, the boy decisively took a shower and fell asleep. A while ago, during the exam week, the boy obviously lacked sleep in order to cope with the exam.

Logically speaking, the review is almost done, but John is cramming before the exam, making the atmosphere in the dormitory tense, and Cyril also stayed up with him for several days and nights.

In the morning, the boy was woken up by the birds chirping outside the window. There was a big tree outside the yard. Its thick trunk and dense branches and leaves were a paradise for birds.

Cyril stepped into the bathroom with his slippers on, brushed his teeth and washed his face, but the door to the opposite room was still closed, it seemed that the professor hadn't returned all night.

After washing up, the boy felt some movement downstairs, and the smell of fried food was still floating in the air. He wondered if it was Doudou who came to deliver breakfast, and followed the sound and walked down the stairs.

There was a bottle of fresh orange juice and milk on the table, but no other food.The sound came from the kitchen.

Doudou come here to cook? ? ?

Walking lightly to the door of the kitchen, a tall figure was frying eggs with his back facing him.

The man didn't wear a wizard's robe, but a simple white shirt with a stand-up collar and buttons. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a pale and strong forearm.The shirt was meticulously tucked into the black suit pants, making the already slender legs even more against the sky.

A black apron is tied around the waist. No matter from which angle you look at the whole picture, it is worth 10 minutes of nympho.

Cyril couldn't turn his head around, and felt that he hadn't woken up yet.

Yesterday, I swore that the wizard would not know how to cook, and there was no sign of the kitchen being used.And at this moment... The professor put two fried eggs on the breakfast plate, and took out the cherry tomatoes and bacon.

When the meat was put into the frying pan, there was a "sizzling" sound of oil, and the aroma rushed to his face. Cyril grabbed the door frame and watched the wizard's skillful movements and swallowed.

"Go change your pajamas and prepare for breakfast." The wizard turned slightly but didn't turn his head.

"Okay." The boy bounced back upstairs.

Sitting at the table, watching the wizard across from him elegantly sipping black coffee and reading the Daily Prophet in his hand.

The apron has been taken off, but the professor is still [-] meters tall.

Cyril picked up a mouthful of bacon on the plate and compared it silently in his heart: the same cook, Benny put on the floral apron prepared by his mother, and looked like a virtuous gentleman; while the professor stood in front of the pot, with an imposing manner , Even the back is full of seriousness, making the simple English breakfast process as meticulous as a high-end veritaserum.

(Benny breaks down: Your mother picked the apron, how can you blame me???)

"After breakfast, do your homework first, and I'll go to rest for a while." Snape said lightly.

Cyril looked up, looked at the more obvious black eyes of the professor, and said softly: "Okay... However, I suggest you stop drinking coffee. It seems that you lack sleep."

Snape looked up, his obsidian-like eyes fixedly stared at the half-race boy opposite him for a while, and finally nodded silently without saying anything.

Cyril breathed out in a low voice. For a moment just now, he thought the professor would mock him for meddling in his own business.

After breakfast, Snape sent all the cups and plates into the sink with a wave of his wand, including the unfinished cup of coffee.

Then Shi Shiran got up and went upstairs to rest.

Cyril also went back upstairs to quietly finish his vacation thesis on transfiguration.

Time passed quickly in the silence, and Professor Snape came out of the room on time at one o'clock in the afternoon. His dark silk pajamas were covered with a dressing gown, and his hair was still damp.

On the way down the stairs, the wizard happened to see Cyril sitting on the sofa reading a book, and was taken aback, as if he hadn't gotten used to having an extra resident in his house.

"Professor, you are up." Cyril stood up first, and brought out a piece of bread and beef stew from the kitchen.

"I asked Doudou to cast a warming spell on the rice, and the temperature should be just right now."

Snape snorted softly as a response, and sat down very cooperatively, enjoying the meal service provided by the boy.

"Have you eaten yet?" The wizard finally said the first words after waking up, perhaps not long after waking up, his voice was hoarse and deeper than usual.

"Ate."

"Ah."

The boy brought a glass of lemonade to the professor, and then sat obediently opposite the professor with a glass of mango juice.

The dining table fell silent again, only the slight sound of tableware clashing.

"Come with me to the basement to make potions in a while."

After lunch, the wizard gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Okay." (⊙⊙)