Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

At this moment, Cyril just felt that his whole body was going to smoke, and he had no time to worry about the professor's sluggish gaffe that was rare in a thousand years.

The boy rolled up the sleeves of the robe and the white shirt inside, and stared at his arms frantically, as if wanting to notice any changes.

Snape paused for a few seconds, his eyes blank and his expression blank.Then he pursed his lips, slowly drew out his wand, locked the laboratory door, and walked towards the boy.

"Don't move." The wizard stopped the boy from scratching his arm, tightly grasped the boy's slender wrist through his sleeve, and pulled it towards him.

Cyril was caught off guard and almost threw himself on the other's chest. If you don't count the hasty polite hug at the station last time, this is probably the closest he was to the professor, because at this moment Cyril felt that the tip of his nose was hard It poked on the chest of the wizard, and for a while, the whole person was surrounded by a mixture of medicinal scent and unknown cold smell called "Snape".

Then he was quickly supported by the professor's shoulders and isolated.

Then... Cyril felt as if his head was being lightly touched by something, and even clearly felt the curly hair on the top of his head being pulled a few times.

The boy was a little confused for a moment, and a little embarrassing... Is this - catching lice? ? ?Touch the head to kill? ? ?

"Ow!"

Before the boy could figure out what happened, an unprecedented feeling of being pulled from the top of his head made the boy scream out in fright!

The hand that broke free reflexively protected the top of his head, and stammered and asked:

"You...you dragged me..."

The words "what do the ears do" were choked in his throat because of the strange touch in his hands.

The small hand, which was completely different from the professor's big hand with well-defined bones, slowly touched the top of his head as if surprised, and was shocked by the touch in the palm of his hand.

He... is he... transformed? ? ?

Oh, so everything is normal, there are no hugs and pats on the head... What is he thinking about such a serious and upright person? ? ?

etc!But why only the ears changed?Also, didn't grandpa say that the fox clan can only accept the inheritance and then transform into form after they reach adulthood?The last time was also because the magic power was unstable before the age of 11!

The boy's heart was overwhelmed for a moment, and his mind seemed to be filled with a dozen screaming mandrakes. He was confused and didn't know what was wrong with him and what to do.

"Are you a half-breed?" Snape asked softly in a panic.

"Ah? Huh?? Don't you know...my mother is Chinese." The boy covered his ears with his hands and said sullenly.

"I'm talking about magical creature hybrids. I don't remember old McLean having any kind of magical creature blood, especially one with cat ears..." Snape folded his arms, looking down at his head with white pointed ears inscrutablely. Droopy boy.

"It's not cat ears! It's a fox..." The boy frowned instantly, raised his head and widened his eyes to defend himself, and then he immediately closed his mouth when he saw Snape nodding with a sudden realization on his face. After a few seconds, he slowly He exhaled and muttered:

"My mother is from the white fox clan... I don't know why the ears are protruding. It should be transformed after an adult... and I have never heard of anyone who only changes the ears..."

As he spoke, he gently tugged his hairy ears down, as if he wanted to see what he looked like, but the ears were not long enough.

"Hey, it should be more than just ears..." Snape took his arm down and made a gesture with his wand. A water mirror was suspended between the two of them, just enough for the boy to see himself clearly.

The sleeves are rolled up, the complexion is ruddy, the big gray-green eyes are shining with emotion, and the two white fox ears on the top of the head are protruding... No matter how you look at it, the style of the painting is very wrong...

After a while, my body doesn't itch much, but I can't rule out that it's because I was scared to stop itching... However, the strange feeling in the back of the pants is hard to ignore!

The boy's cheeks were flushed, and he didn't care to hide his ears. He tentatively touched the back of his ears, and then became unlovable.

Ahhh... It's really invincible and uncomfortable to have your tail stuck in your pants...

Snape silently observed the boy with mixed blood of oriental magical creatures changing his face in front of the mirror. In fact, he had just tested it with magic, and there was no serious problem with the boy, probably because the sneezeweed is harmful to magical creatures. It is phenotype and hypersensitivity that lead to incomplete deformation in boys.

I just don't know how long this state will last...I'll ask Pomfrey to come over and have a look...

Gently waving his wand, Cyril felt a lot of relief behind him instantly. Professor Snape used some method to let the big fluffy tail stretch out from his pants, and he felt it, and it didn't go away... It's perfect.

"Come out with me." Snape was the first to turn around and unlock the door of the laboratory, too lazy to see the boy with furry ears and tail studying himself there.

The fox-eared boy followed the professor step by step, dragging a big fluffy and soft tail.

Locking the office door, placing the boy on the sofa, pouring a glass of water with his wand, Snape went to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder and called out:

"Bobby, please come over at your convenience."

Then he sat down opposite the boy leisurely, poured himself a cup of coffee, and looked at the fidgeting boy opposite him inquiringly.

Cyril didn't think too much at this time, because there was an extra tail on his body out of thin air, and his focus at the moment was on the "subject" of which sitting posture is less uncomfortable for him.

After trying several extremely awkward positions of putting the tail underneath, standing on the back, and curling up behind the back, the boy smoothly pulled the tail out from behind and hung it by his thighs.It's not good for hiding, but it feels good after twisting.

Satisfied that he had solved a difficult problem, someone slowly raised his head, and then made eye contact with the professor sitting across from him.

"..." Cyril, whose face was still flushed.

"..." Snape raised an eyebrow lightly, showing no emotion.

"Boom!" The green flames in the fireplace burst into flames, and Madam Pomfrey from the medical wing appeared in the office, breaking the embarrassment of the room just right.

"Severus, what's the rush... Oh! My God! Is the poor child cursed?!"

Pomfrey exclaimed, and gently covered his mouth with his hand.

Cyril looked down at his shoes in embarrassment, and greeted like a mosquito:

"Good evening, Madam Pomfrey."

"McLean has a special lineage of oriental magical creatures, and just touched the sneezeweed."

Snape got up to give up his seat, and kindly explained the situation to the boy.

"Oh, the phenomenon of atavism after magical resonance, let me see... this is a little allergic..."

Madam Pomfrey declined the seat opposite, and pressed the boy who also wanted to get up on the sofa chair, neatly observing his upper eyelids and ears.

"Hmm, just as I guessed." Snape echoed softly beside him.

"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."

"Ah..." Cyril liked this stern grandma who seemed to be in a hurry, and she cooperated very well.

"There is no deep allergy or poisoning for the time being. It seems that there is no major problem."

"So...how long will he be like this?" Snape looked at his students expressionlessly, then turned to Madam Pomfrey.

"One night, at most another day, it depends on his own physical fitness and sensitivity."