Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Professor, do I stay here tonight?"

"Obviously. No."

Snape stepped in front of the boy and opened the door on the left which had been closed.

Cyril felt in his mind that his ears had become worthwhile today, and he seemed to be going to visit the professor's bedroom...

"come over."

Cyril followed the professor's instructions and came to the bedroom, carefully looked at the unknown area with his head, and tried his best to restrain his gaze.

A large bed, a wardrobe, two bedside tables, a small bookcase and a small round table in the corner, a single sofa chair next to it, and a door on the wall. Cyril guessed it was the bathroom.

Looking at the gray bedding and the dark plush carpet on the floor, the boy suddenly had a strong urge to roll over.

It must be the hairy ear effect... The boy comforted himself.

"You go to take a shower first, and Doudou will bring you a change of clothes. Take care of yourself. You stay here tonight."

Snape succinctly pushed open the bathroom door, and turned the single sofa at hand into a small bed, covered with the same dark gray bedding.Then use the footstool next to it to directly make a partition like a wall panel.

In an instant, the room was divided into two, which didn't look awkward, and could pay attention to Cyril's physical condition in time.

After arranging everything neatly, Snape turned around and went out.

Doudou efficiently brought all the pajamas and toiletries that Cyril had left in the dormitory.

"Doudou, did you see John when you went?" Cyril called to stop the elf who wanted to retire.

The elf was obviously very happy that Cyril was talking to her, and replied sharply: "Mr. White is in the dormitory."

"Oh, does he know that I'm not going back tonight... Do you think I should tell him?"

"Doudou thinks you don't need to worry, because Mr. Snape has already explained to Mr. White."

"Oh, that's it. That's great. Thank you." Cyril felt warm, picked up a change of clothes and went into the bathroom with peace of mind.

"Mr. Little Wizard, don't be polite to Doudou. Doudou is happy to serve you!" The elf turned around in a circle and disappeared into the air.

Professor Snape's bathroom and bedroom are different in style. At first glance, it looks very bright, much brighter than the bedroom.

Light-coloured tiled walls and floor, with minimal items on the table and shelves.

A simple porcelain cup and toothbrush sit on a light marble countertop.

Several porcelain bottles of the same series were placed on the shelf next to the wall one by one. Cyril guessed that they were some toiletries such as facial cleanser.

A vintage manual razor is the most eye-catching thing on the shelf, the wooden handle and metal blade look very beautiful.

Cyril didn't touch anything that belonged to the professor, but it didn't prevent him from taking a closer look.

The small jar next to the razor is probably shaving cream or something, placed together.Those low-key and gorgeous bottles and jars are engraved with a line of small cursive words "Duke·Wood".

He is too familiar with this brand, because his father also has such a set.Men's toiletries or something.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that the professor who usually doesn't look good at grooming himself is such a particular man... tsk tsk tsk... a man.

Cyril shook the hairy ears on the top of her head, then turned her head to the shower and the cast iron bathtub next to it.

Not surprisingly, the body wash and shampoo are also the same set as the ones on the shelf, both from Wood Duke.

An iron gray bathrobe and large gray towels hang neatly on the shelf on the wall.

I always feel that my dean has turned the simple staff dormitory into a five-star hotel. ? ?

Squeezing strawberry toothpaste onto his Disney toothbrush and stuffing it into his mouth, the boy decided to clean himself up first.

Having an extra fluffy tail in the shower is definitely a novel experience.

Cyril hesitated for a full ten seconds between using shampoo or shower gel on his tail. The warm water from the shower head slapped on the boy's white shoulders, splashing into sprays, and finally the boy picked up his Peach shampoo, squeezed out a big lump, half of it on the hair and half on the tail.

In the end, I had to blow the tail with a magic hair dryer for half an hour.

After changing into his pajamas, the boy stood at the door of the laboratory in his own plush slippers, looking at the professor who turned his back to him and concentrated on boiling cold medicine.

The lean waist was more obvious because the shirt was tucked into the trousers, and Cyril even felt that his professor had made himself thinner after a vacation.He must have not eaten properly at home...

Cyril was a little surprised at the momentary mental activity in her heart that was the same as her mother complaining about her father.

"What's the matter?" Snape bottled a large pot of good cold medicine separately, turned around and asked the kid lying on the door frame in a daze.

"Um...please do me a favor." Cyril turned around slightly and smiled awkwardly.

The boy is tightly wrapped, and a big lump is protruding from the back of the childish pajama pants with cartoon patterns... It is very unsightly...

Cyril seemed to hear the professor's soft sigh, and then... his tail was free in an instant.

Trying to flick the tail behind him, the boy felt that there was no problem, and walked happily to the professor's side to watch him continue to clean up the test bench.

"Professor, are you ready to go to bed?" Cyril felt that since he grew a tail, his brain circuit has become much simpler, and the direct expression is that he has become more courageous...

Snape lowered the cauldron into the sink, gave the boy a dark look, and let out a gasp from his nose.

Cyril changed the direction and began to watch the finished potion that the professor put on the cooking table. He approached the glass bottle and muttered, "When will I be able to make such fine potion... There is no precipitation, no Floaty, no layering, perfect shine."

Snape turned around and picked up a box of herbs on the ground without answering.

Cyril didn't care about the professor ignoring him, and leaned over to look at the materials in the box, "Professor, do you need moonstone powder? Narcissus root???"

"I think Mr. McLean needs a drink of death water." Snape replied dryly.

"Oh, no need, I'm going back to bed, good night, professor, go to bed early." The boy instinctively felt the danger, took a small step back, and disappeared into the laboratory.

Snape watched the boy disappearing into the bedroom with his big tail flicking. He didn't make a sound for a long time. He seemed to think of something suddenly, and turned back to his work, carefully handling the potion in his hand.

After the dark blue potion in his hand gradually faded into sky blue, Snape carefully turned off the fire, poured the potion in the copper cauldron into a goblet, pushed open the bedroom door softly, and walked into the Next to the partition.

Then it was no surprise to see the bulging quilt of the small bed squirming slightly.

Standing by the side of the small bed, I saw half of the white fur tail protruding from the corner of the dark gray quilt, and I was shrinking myself into the quilt inch by inch.

"Get up and drink this." Snape said lightly.

A boy with disheveled hair and white fox ears came out from under the quilt, obediently took the potion from the wizard's hand.

"Hmm... what does it taste like? Orleans roasted chicken legs???" The boy was shocked by the taste of the potion in his mouth.

"Heh! You really turned into a fox. It's just a simami effect." Snape crossed his arms and sneered.

"But the taste is quite good. What is the taste-simulating effect? ​​What kind of medicine is this?" The boy slammed his mouth and drank the rest.

"Simulating the taste you want most, soothing potion." Snape looked complicated.

"This imitation effect is amazing..." The boy lay down obediently after drinking, and pulled the quilt to his chin.

"Go to sleep, don't talk anymore." Snape took the goblet, turned and walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights.

"Professor, good night. Thank you," the boy whispered behind him.

"……install."

The boy felt that he seemed to have overlooked something until before going to bed, but sleepiness swept over him soon, and he finally fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.