Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

No matter what the outside world is like, time in Kunlun Mountains is still moving forward rapidly, and Azhu wakes up in a blink of an eye.The spiritual couple got back together, even more loving than before... two years passed like this.

Cyril found that except for himself, all the foxes around him had changed.Even Asong, who has been developing late, has grown into the appearance of an adult fox, and even traveled down the mountain with his soulmate not long ago.

At the price of six tails, Yinmu got his wish and got a little fox that belonged to him and Azhu himself.

Of course, the long-awaited little fox is still in Yinmu's belly.But this does not prevent Xi Ruier from following Yinmu and Azhu every day like an elder, watching the little fox grow slowly in all directions.

Before, my grandfather told him that both men and women of the white fox family could have children, but he had never seen a couple with children.

No more, no less, for six months, one day at noon when Yinmu was eating the spirit fruit, he suddenly felt the unusual activity of the little fox in his stomach, and then was brought back to the cave that had been prepared for many days by Azhu, who was proficient in medical skills.

Xi Ruier knew that Azhu had been concentrating on researching how to make Xiaomu, who was not fertile herself, give birth to a little fox safely for the past two years.It seems that there has been a breakthrough last month, and I have communicated with the elders.This time, Cyril didn't know where he got the courage to follow up the cave and watched the first pregnant fox give birth.

It turned out that everything was simpler than he imagined... Ah Zhu used a magic formula, gently cut a small mouth, and took the baby out of Yinmu's stomach.

Cyril, who has always been quite talented in formulas and spells, memorized the formulas by the way, and squatted aside strangely. The baby's body was still wrapped in a thin layer of afterbirth, which seemed to be only as big as his two claws.At this moment, Yinmu's wound has been healed by Ah Zhu, and the little fox tore off the afterbirth by himself and got out of it.

Father and son are safe and well.

Azhu hugged Yinmu, and Yinmu carefully moved the pink and tender baby who couldn't open his eyes to the warm belly, and licked it gently.The two foxes looked at the little guy in their arms lovingly, almost weeping with joy.

The lanugo on the little fox's body that had been licked clean finally returned to snow-white, and it stretched out its four little claws and began to cry softly.

Cyril, who was closest, stretched his neck to watch carefully. This was the first time he saw a newborn fox!Look at this little pointed mouth and small ears, they are so cute. The most important thing is: this little fox has only one tail, which is exactly like him!

In an instant, an indescribable complex emotion surged into Cyril's heart, which was sore and warm, filling the entire chest cavity.So he is actually the same race as the six-tailed fox. To be precise, his ancestors may have had six tails in the past. By mistake, good fortune made foxes. In short, they used their own tails and made wishes.

An idea popped into Cyril's mind: If only I had two tails... then I could wish to go back to the past.After going back to the past, I can find Professor Snape and become good friends with him...I will definitely protect him...so that he will not be wronged again, prevent him from doing all the things she regrets, and will not let him Losing my favorite best friend...

What was his friend's name?

It seems to be called... Lily.

Lily! ! !

Cyril's eyes flickered, and pictures came one after another: forehead with cold sweat, chapped lips, unfinished medicine, spinning crystal ball, and the sentence: "Lily... Li... ly... sorry... Lily sorry..."

The picture of Kunlun Mountain began to pull away, everything in front of me seemed to be stretched infinitely, Azhu, Yinmu and little fox all slowly disappeared...

Cyril suddenly remembered the crown that appeared in his hand, clockwise and counterclockwise, the circles drawn on the draft paper, the purple-black nightmare petals, the boiling potion... and... the explosion! ! !

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, and he closed them again due to the stimulation of the light. He wanted to rub his eyes, but his whole body was limp and he had no strength, his throat could not make a sound, and his mouth felt very strange...

what's aroundThis is the sea...? ? ?

Jolly Roger? ? ? ? ? ?

After waking up for 3 minutes, Cyril finally began to worry about his current situation: I have transformed!

I don't even know where I am!

I might have been lured away by a pirate!

Pirates are feeding me sweet cockroaches!

Mama help!I might be made into a scarf!

Every day since Snape started feeding Cyril he wondered when the little furry troll would wake up.I have also imagined it many times, when this little monster wakes up, I will inevitably spank his ass first, and give him a lesson that will never be forgotten!Let him know how terrible it is to finish a potion alone without a guardian.

However, when he held the sleeping little fox in one hand and fed honey water with a small spoon in the other hand, and then the little fox suddenly woke up and struggled weakly in his arms, this situation was outside his script.

"Cyril?" The wizard put down the spoon in his hand and whispered uncertainly.

oh!It's too bad, the pirates still know my name, it must have been done by an acquaintance.Cyril closed her eyes again in despair.

Snape looked at the little fox with closed eyes lying on his back on his lap.He pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and changed his serious tone: "Mr. McLean. I assume you are awake."

Xi Ruier was thinking about Hu Sheng with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard a voice and tone that made his scalp tingle, he turned over reflexively, squatted up, his eyes widened.

And then... and because of the long-term inactivity, the little fox barely managed to hold on for a second, then lay crookedly on his side again, with his first child lying on the professor's lap, panting heavily and exhausted.

Snape tried his best to calm down his over-speeding heartbeat, folded his arms together and lifted the little fox up to a height where he was facing him.Staring inscrutably at the dodging, furry face in front of him.

"McLean, can you understand me?"

Cyril silently turned her head to the left, staring down at her hind paws and the big white fox tail in a daze.

"Turn around and look at me, this is important." Snape raised his voice.

The little fox shuddered for a moment, turned his head reflexively, stared at the professor with big innocent eyes.

"It seems that I understand." Snape hooked the corner of his mouth.

Cyril drooped her head, silently protesting.

"Can you talk now...?"

The question came out of his mouth, and Snape immediately felt that maybe troll thinking was contagious, and then, as no surprise, he got a sad look from the little fox.

"Okay, let's communicate with body language first. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cyril felt it carefully from head to toe, and shook his head.

"Do you not know how to change back?"

The little fox nodded dejectedly, looking like a plush pendant with its limbs and tail hanging down.

"I'll give you a preliminary examination, and by the way, let your family know that they are out today. I guess it will take a while." Snape felt that he had almost exhausted all his patience, and took the little fox in his hand Putting it back on the bed, he drew out his wand and began to check.

Several different spells hit Cyril Little Fox, reflecting light of different colors one after another. Some of the inspection spells were specially learned from Madam Pomfrey after he was injured last time while he was being treated.

In the past, he was more interested in offensive magic than healing. Madam Pomfrey was really surprised by asking this time to learn how to check and heal easily.

Fortunately, the magic spell showed that Cyril was fine, except that his body was a little weak, and other indicators were normal.

Snape wrote a note after checking.Tapped with a magic wand, the paper instantly turned into a nimble bird and flew out of the window.

Cyril sat obediently on the bed the whole time, staring intently at the professor's every move, with a pair of wet gray-green eyes open.

The boy's memory came back, and he remembered the professor's rage and rejection when he left the office that day.Combined with what he had seen and heard in Kunlun Mountain, he dared not go forward or speak out.

Although there is a voice in his heart clamoring for him to fly into the professor's arms and rub hard, it is best to have a hug from a long-lost reunion...

He could feel the professor's tenderness and care for him at this moment, but the more it was like this, the more uncertain the little fox was, and the final result of being entangled for a long time was that he was now frozen and motionless on the bed.

Snape was busy around, and suddenly felt that the little fox who woke up, that troublesome little troll, was a little too quiet.

He turned around and looked at the little fox on the bed. The little white guy rested his head on his paws, motionless like a piece of fur.Because he is still underage, his gray-green eyes are still round, not slender and slender, looking less cunning and more innocent and ignorant.

Snape quickly recalled all his actions just now, and felt that he should not have done anything excessive.

Was it frightened by the previous explosion?

Or... the inheritance is not going well?Thinking of this, Snape's heart sank.

The wizard stretched out a hand, intending to clumsily comfort the poor little man who couldn't speak or make a sound.

Before the wide and slender palm touched the top of the little fox's head, Cyril blew up the hair on his neck, closed his eyes tightly, buried his head even lower, and seemed to be trembling slightly.

Snape felt sore in his heart, and all kinds of questions came to him: Cyril was afraid of him?Afraid that he will hit him?Why don't you run away if you're so scared?

In fact, Snape was not mistaken, Cyril was just afraid at the moment.He recalled the sabotage he had done and peeked at the Dean's memory, and he had resigned himself to it...Professor Snape should beat him up, as if he knew that Benny would settle with him when he came back.

I don't know if Professor Snape will take it easy because he is still a fox... The little fox tightly closed his eyes.

The imaginary slap did not come, but the soft touch on the head became more and more clear.There was a sinking feeling on the right side of the bed, Cyril slowly opened one eye, the professor was sitting beside him, touching his head sullenly...

This little episode made the boy burst with happiness in an instant!Baicao Quanyu, Yingge Yanwu, the little fox's ears stood up, and his tail flicked in a small range.

Snape didn't notice this momentary change, the wizard was very distressed at the moment, he was thinking how to quickly clear up the misunderstanding between him and Cyril...

To put it bluntly, he was somewhat unable to face the boy who had seen his most unbearable memories, even if the other boy was just a "plush toy" whose IQ seemed to be below double digits.

The indomitable and humiliating wizard made [-] rounds of thinking, and finally chose the path that all human beings are best at—to escape and pretend to be stupid.Pretend none of this happened, keep your mouth shut, and let the past go.

A certain dean who made up his mind thought of an excellent way to divert attention and ease the relationship: "There is something that has not been given to you, of course...it may be inappropriate to give it to you now. So...do you want to take a look?"

Snape spoke intermittently in a low voice, and acted immediately without giving the fox time to reflect.

He picked up a small black box from the bedside table and put it next to Cyril—this was brought with him when he first came here, and he never took it away, and no one opened it.

With a wave of the wand, the black box on the bed returned to its original size, and a dark ribbon was tied on it, which looked like a gift.

Cyril has recovered some strength and can do some simple movements.The little fox rushed to the side of the black box impatiently, with its two front paws resting on the edge of the box, its misty gray-green eyes gleaming at the moment.