Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After taking a bath, the little fox was wrapped up in a big fluffy and soft towel, and thrown together on his little bed.

"Don't take a step out of the towel until you've dried yourself off." Snape said hastily before closing the bathroom door angrily.

Cyril rolled on the towel obediently.

Circle to the left~~ Why did the professor go?

Circle to the right~~ I probably went to take a shower!

Rubbing his head~~ It seemed that his clothes were all wet just now?

Shaking hair~~ He didn't seem to bring a change of clothes in.

The little fox pulled his head out of the towel, his face was disheveled, he pursed his ears, and was stunned.

Fifteen minutes later, Professor Snape came out of the bathroom wearing a black silk bathrobe with steamy hair.

Cyril squatted on a pile of messy towels, and sighed a little inwardly: there were still bathrobes in the bathroom.

Cyril's mood was very delicate, he didn't even know what he was struggling with just now.But when he saw the professor come out neatly, he couldn't say he was disappointed, but he was relieved.

However, in the next second, Cyril had to bring up the breath he just let go...

Snape rubbed his hair violently, walked to the wardrobe, and continued what he was doing half an hour ago.

The house-elf had taken four sets of his pajamas to wash and hadn't sent them back.

There should be another set, but it was covered with fox fur yesterday. When the hardworking elf cleaned up the room this morning, he took away the pajamas he had just worn all night.

Now he has to squat and use his precious time to rummage through the wardrobe here, praying that he still has extra home clothes!

Damn pajamas!Damn water!Damn fox fur!Damn house elves!Damn it... You need to beat the fox!

Snape turned to the bottom of the wardrobe, and finally couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Since he had no worries about food and clothing, he has never encountered the embarrassment of not being able to find even a pajamas.He hasn't used Transfiguration to solve the problem of not having enough clothes for many years, the socks that Merlin hasn't washed in 100 years!

The perpetrator sat on the bed obediently, with messy hair on his face, looking cute and innocent.

Snape finally managed to find a gray cotton T-shirt and half-length trousers, and walked awkwardly to the bed.

The professor ditched his black, buttoned-to-the-neck attire.Her hair was scattered around her face in a mess, and her aura was less serious and sharp, and more bookish and energetic.

Probably because I admire my dean too much, and subconsciously think that he is very powerful and handsome!Cyril squatted on the small mattress stupidly, thinking silently.

Snape solved his problem and began to study the little fox at hand.

"Why is your hair so messy?" - he was still a man with messy hair complaining in a low voice.

"...!!!" - Cyril with a confused face.

"It's estimated that [-]% of them can't use magic spells... Tsk! It's so troublesome!"

"..."

Cyril began to feel that it was good that he could not use magic spells on his body at will.

He is very sure that if this is not the case, the dean will give him a "cleaning" superimposed "smooth and shiny", and finally "automatic weaving" to finish...

If he becomes Senior Wendy's favorite pet - Jinjila's slick, head-scratching appearance, he will definitely commit suicide in humiliation.

Snape picked up the towel and continued rubbing Cyril mercilessly. After making sure that everything from the paws to the tip of the tail was dry, he threw the towel off the bed.

The wizard in a V-neck T-shirt stared at the messy little fox in silence. After more than ten seconds, the wizard finally felt his emotions overcome his reason, and he decided to groom the plush toy tomorrow.

A small pillow was deformed out of the pillow, which was convenient for Cyril to rest his head on, and then the little fox and his exclusive blanket were stuffed in it.

"Go to sleep, little troll."

The light was turned off smoothly.

The professor, who was used to reading before going to bed at night, could not resist the exhaustion of the day. At this moment, he didn't want to do anything but just close his eyes and sleep.

The room was darkened and silent, with all the animate and inanimate objects in the head Slytherin's bedroom actively creating an atmosphere called "sleep."

"Plop--chick!"

Snape, who was about to fall asleep in the next second, was startled, turned over and turned on the light: "What's the matter?!"

Cyril, who fell on the carpet, struggled in the blanket, whimpering softly.

Snape scooped him up and put him on the small bed again. He didn't bother to say anything, turned off the light without saying a word, and turned over and lay back on his side.

The room returned to tranquility.The professor slowly slowed down his breathing...

"Kangdang—!!Aoooooooooooooo~~~"

The room was as bright as day in an instant, and Snape felt his temples throbbing, and his heart beating too fast along with it.

"Can't you fall asleep peacefully??!!" Snape slapped the bed hard, roaring angrily.

The little fox shrank into a ball in fright, and was picked up again by the wizard and thrown onto the crib.

The room regained a short period of tranquility again, and Cyril turned over carefully, trying to control himself from falling.

In fact, he just wanted to roll around and stretch... that's all...

Suddenly, a big hand firmly grasped his already precarious body beside the bed in the darkness, pulled him back to his own little bed, and then used the magic wand to expand the bed by a circle, adding a circle. Higher fence.

"..."

"Sleep in peace, the place here is big enough for you to toss about. Let me go...I'm tired..."

Because the bed was enlarged, the distance was a bit close, Snape's deep voice seemed to be heard in the ears of a little fox, and the hot breath from his breath tickled the tips of Cyril's furry ears.

Dean Snape's voice just now was a little nasal, and he sounded really tired.

The little fox who rarely heard the professor speak in such a tone also fell silent.

The little fox finally found a soft depression between the blanket and the pillow, rolled himself up, and fell asleep soundly following the breathing frequency of the professor.

The next morning, at six o'clock in the morning, Snape opened his eyes on time.

The wizard stared quietly at a corner of the ceiling, then frowned severely, and stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

The touch of his hand made him feel dazed for a moment, what is that?What's on the bed? !

Startled, the wizard turned his head just in time to see the long furry tail passing through the fence with his arms crossed.

And because he was wearing a T-shirt, the fluffy touch of his exposed arms made him a little itchy.

T-shirts have never been his clothing of choice.Even sleeping, I was really tired last night and couldn't find any clothes...

To think he hasn't shown his arms since he was an adult.But at this moment, his pale forearm and gray mark were all close to the furry and warm creature, and the pattern on it was set off to make it a little less ferocious.

Where did this dress come from?It seems that it was delivered as a package when I went to buy nightgowns last time... Snape froze on the bed, thinking casually about irrelevant issues.

Why this little monster can make such a difficult pose, he is too lazy to go into it...

Snape pursed his lips, tucked his tail back to him, and changed his position to lie on his back in a daze.

On Thursday morning, Professor Snape, who never procrastinated, stayed on the bed for 5 minutes because of an unknown creature at hand.

Advanced potions for grade 7 in the morning, junior potions for grade 2 in the afternoon... Snape silently thought about today's schedule in his heart, and by the way reflected on why he hadn't gotten up yet.

"Uh... oh?"

There was movement from the bedside, Snape turned his head slightly, and saw that the "hair ball" that was originally a ball had turned into a "hair strip", and he was stretching carefree in his sleep.

"Tsk."

"Mr. McLean, get up!" Snape yelled mercilessly to "Mao" Xiyu, shaking "Mao Tiao" over, revealing his soft belly.

The little fox, who was dreaming of soaring on the broom, was suddenly shocked. In his sleep, he fell off the broom instantly, and then woke up.

"Ji——!" The little fox lay on the bed sheet with four paws, and the little fox had a dazed expression on his head and fur.

"Get up quickly! One day of class today." Snape, who had already got up, gave the fox a cold back, and went to the bathroom.

Cyril, who didn't know what happened at all, stretched his body, but didn't see the corner of the professor's mouth raised slightly when he entered the bathroom.