Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril looked at the wooden box he had opened, and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Here, Professor Snape turned over impatiently, with his back to Cyril, and fell into a coma again.

"..."

By coincidence, Cyril slowly approached the wooden box and covered it with his hands. Inside were only a few old photos that were torn and worn and glued together again, and a crystal ball.

This is completely different from the crystal ball of Professor Traonic in the divination class.From size to material to shape.

There is no usual white mist inside this crystal clear crystal ball, only a few strands of silver-blue light, which slowly roll and wind inside the ball.

The boy gently picked up a photo inside the box, half of it to be exact.It looked like it was cut from something, crushed and then glued patiently.In the photo is a smiling red-haired girl.

The date of shooting is written under the photo: 1976.

In this way, this lady should be about the same age as the professor.

This feeling was very strange, the hairs on the back of Cyril's neck stood upside down, and he felt that he had discovered a terrible secret.

A professor's secret that may not be known to all.

The great curiosity accompanied by the trembling fear and the softness buried in the bottom of his heart made the boy feel that his temples were pulsating non-stop with his movements.

Did Pandora feel the same way when she opened the magic box?

The other several broken photos belonged to this beautiful lady too. Cyril looked at the broken and cropped photos in his hand, and felt a little clear in his heart.

The professor likes her, right? This may be a couple relationship that ended without a cause, or a secret love that no one knows about and buried in the bottom of my heart.

Obviously, this beautiful lady, Lily... is the white moonlight in the professor's heart.

So what Benny said about the professor giving love to the potion is bullshit...

This cognition made it a little difficult for Cyril to accept.

So is the professor who is the benchmark and the most respected professor in my heart so humble in front of love?Even the key to a box is set as an apology.

Unreconciled, distressed and angry, the boy didn't want to look at those photos carefully, he just wanted to quickly sort out the photos and scraps of paper at hand and put them back into the box.

The accident happened in that instant.Cyril's palm that placed the photo accidentally touched the crystal ball in the box. He felt a strong suction force from the place where the surface of the crystal ball touched his palm, and his body lost weight instantly.Before he even had time to scream out, Cyril found himself in a strange but familiar place, with familiar floors and stairs, and strange shabby furniture——No. 19 Spider's End Lane.

"Stinky boy! Broomstar! Where is the meal I asked you to cook? Is this pig food?" Cyril, who was at a loss for what to do, was startled by a loud shout.

Cyril saw a scruffy tall and thin man walking down the stairs crookedly, his black hair was tangled and tangled on his head, his whole body was pale and gloomy, with a striking big nose in the center of his face.

Cyril watched in horror as the irritable man walked past him in his slippers and sat down at the dining table. The fork was thrown to the ground.

At this time, a woman in a long skirt came out of the kitchen, her hair was wrapped in a cloth towel, her face was sallow, her eyes were dull, she was half bent, she timidly looked at the man sitting there with Dama Jindao, she didn't dare to say a word for a long time Words, ended up just picking up the fork from the ground.

The woman didn't seem to see Cyril standing at the door either, this realization made the boy a little flustered.So where is he?

"Where's the brat? You can't see anyone all day long! Brat! Get out!" The man sitting there was still irritable and started yelling at the top of his throat.

after awhile.The door of the basement opened, and a thin boy came out quietly upon hearing the sound.

The boy was thin and small, and looked to be Cyril's age, or even smaller.Wearing a pair of cropped, faded cloth trousers, worn sandals, and an ill-fitting blouse—it was obvious, both in the faint pattern and in the right placket pressed against the left.

The boy quietly walked out of the shadows, with half-length hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, a high nose, prominent cheekbones, tight lips, and a pair of unruly black eyes shining like a small animal.

Cyril stared at the boy opposite, feeling that he was being strangled by an invisible hand, and an incredible guess made Cyril a little out of breath.

"Severus, go back, it's none of your business." The woman who had been afraid to speak suddenly opened her mouth, her voice was very low, and she looked at her son with pleading eyes.

Cyril felt that he was immobilized by the petrification spell, and his brain couldn't function. The woman's "Severus" perfectly verified his guess, and he seemed to have entered the professor's memory through the crystal ball.

And it doesn't look like fond memories.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? How dare you stare at me?!" The man suddenly got angry, pushed the lady standing aside, picked up the black bread on the table and threw it in the direction of little Snape, Desiree Erl started up, and reflexively ran towards little Snape, barely blocking the professor, and then the black bread stopped a centimeter away from the tip of Cyril's nose.

It was only then that Cyril realized that it was meaningless for him to block with his physical body, because the next second Snape passed through his body with his arm and took away the bread hovering in front of him.Cyril touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, stood aside, and secretly observed Snape's reaction.

The small version of the professor squeezed the bread in his hand, hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, and stared fiercely at the man who threw the bread, but still didn't say a word.

"Monster!!! You monster! How dare you use that ability!" The man yelled violently, picked up the chair at hand and threw it at Snape, looking like a lunatic whose start button had been pressed.

Cyril watched the little Snape nimbly dodging the chair, his immature face was full of stubbornness, and there was no sign of panic in his expression.But his obsidian eyes still flashed when he heard the roar of "monster".

Shock, heartache and anger surged in Cyril's heart like a flood breaking a bank.

Obviously, the man who was yelling madly was the professor's father, he was not a wizard, he hated wizards.That cowardly woman was the mother of the professor. When she witnessed the atrocities committed by her husband, she didn't dare to resist at all and just covered her face and cried.

After the chair, cutlery, bowls and everything in his hands were used by the crazy man as an attacking weapon. Amidst the screams of the woman, they threw them at the weak boy. The boy dodged left and right, Most of them were dodged, but it was still inevitable to be scratched by things.

The man finally got tired of throwing away, picked up the change on the shoe cabinet, staggered to change his shoes and slammed the door away, leaving a mess on the ground, a crying woman and a stubborn boy covering his forehead.

"Severus, come to Mommy, let me see your forehead. You really shouldn't provoke him, use your magic power..." The woman stretched out her hand to her son with red and swollen eyes, and took two steps forward, It seems to want to check the boy's injuries.

Little Snape slowly raised his head and put away the foot that was about to step towards his mother, paused for a moment, then turned his head away, and indifferently got up, ignoring the bloody palm cut by glass shards on the ground, turned his head and ran away , the direction is the basement.

Cyril hurriedly followed, no longer paying attention to the crying woman with her arms folded, and ran downstairs with the boy.

The basement was not the potions laboratory that Cyril was familiar with, it was full of debris, cobwebs and dust everywhere.Cyril finally found the boy curled up in a dark corner, his palms were still bleeding, his forehead was black and blue, and the corners of his mouth were scratched...

Cyril slowly knelt down opposite Snape, silently accompanying the injured boy.Watching him twitch his shoulders lightly, watching his tears flow out of his obsidian eyes and hit the ground drop by drop, this kind of pure tears without a sound broke Cyril's heart into pieces.

Obviously this kind of brutality is the norm, the boy's exposed wrists, ankles and lower legs are covered with bruises and scars.

Is this... the professor's childhood?

Cyril felt his face was cold, and it turned out that he had already burst into tears.

He gently moved two steps in the direction of little Snape, and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to pat him on the shoulder, or wipe his tears away, although he knew that he might just pass through the other's body in the end.

Before reaching his hand, the little Snape in front of him suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and scattered in all directions. When the scene in front of him changed, Cyril found himself squatting in a small garden.