Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The next day, I took my grandmother's Dapeng home, and when I arrived at Shantang Street, Wu Sa was waiting in the yard with Yiwen in his arms.

Ivan hasn't changed in a few months, his hazel eyes are round, his hair is half-length, curled on his head, white and tender, and looks extremely cute.

Holding his Wu Sayi Taoist robe, his long white hair was tied loosely behind his head, he was gentle and elegant, with a bit of dusty temperament.

"Uncle Wu, Ivan!" Cyril jumped off Dapeng's back and ran like a younger brother.The dominant younger brother took his younger brother from the hand of the white-haired young man "reservedly" and kissed his little cheek several times.

"Ivan, you're heavy!" Cyril first sighed in surprise, and then bowed to the man standing aside with his hands behind his back: "Uncle Wu, thank you for helping to take care of my younger brother."

"You're welcome, Cyril, I'm also very happy with Yiwen." Wu Sa waved his hand lightly, his voice was clear and elegant, and his whole body exuded the amiability of the auspicious beast Bai Ze.

The parents behind him looked at each other with relief. Since Cyril received the inheritance, he has matured a lot in dealing with others. Although he only got along with him for 24 hours, the obvious changes in the boy were easily felt by his close family members.

Yiwen was still a little dazed just after being hugged by his brother. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed his brother's hair lightly. Then his eyes lit up and he showed a "toothless" smile.

"Da da!" The little guy clapped his hands excitedly.

"Yeah, I'm brother. Miss me?" Yi Wen in his hand was like a soft white dumpling, with a burst of milky fragrance, very delicious.

"Da!" Ivan used actions to explain his miss, which made Cyril's face drool.

"I miss you too! mua!"

The two walked into the house affectionately.

The holidays didn't make it easier on Hogwarts, at least not for Snape.

The wizard got up this morning, and habitually turned his head to look at the pillow first. The empty hollow made him get up and look under the bed in a daze. Then he remembered that the little furry monster had returned to normal and returned home. He went, and then threw himself back on the bed.

Habit is a terrible thing, within less than 24 hours, Snape and Cyril sighed exactly the same sentence.

However, the reality did not give him time to think or doubt life. Dumbledore's slut Phoenix appeared in the office and brought a letter.

"I have some clues, if the time is convenient, come quickly."

Snape quickly washed and changed, and appeared in the headmaster's office 10 minutes later.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the Pensieve, meditating silently, and Snape just looked up at him when he came in.

"Severus, I just got in touch with an old friend. He used to be one of Tom's most trusted teachers, and got some news... Of course, you know that person too. Your old man." "Slughaw Yes." Snape replied softly, with a calm expression.

"That's right. I asked him for some memories, some... processed memories. I think you know that too. Memory is sometimes like a Muggle movie, which can be artificially intervened. I thought you might want to join me have a look."

The two entered the Pensieve together, and heard voices as soon as they stepped on the ground.

"I heard...Professor Mellors is retiring..."

The blood on Snape's face faded instantly when he heard the sound, and the hand beside him also twitched nervously.

"Oh, who did you listen to. That's not your student's business."

"I'm also asking casually, you know. I have always liked the profession of a teacher, preaching and learning from karma...just like what you are doing."

"Haha, you still have some time, so focus on your studies first. I am willing to recommend my outstanding students if necessary."

"Appreciate it."

……

"By the way, professor. I still have a question... I don't know if I should ask you. Actually, I don't know who to ask. I know that you are the only one who won't think too much or make malicious speculations..."

"what is the problem?"

"I've seen something in a book, but I don't understand it. I guess only you know about it... Horcruxes?"

When Voldemort was a boy, when he said the word "Horcrux", his voice was soft and vague, like a wisp of air drifting past his mouth.

The picture suddenly became blurred, the white mist was thick, the characters and scenes were no longer clear, and even the human voice was blurred.A few seconds later, a sonorous and extremely angry voice appeared beside the ears of the two of them.

"How can you ask such an evil thing! I suggest you limit your reading range, go back and prepare for the exam and graduation!"

Memories come to an abrupt end.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked up at the young wizard beside him.

"Obvious clipping of memory. You can completely dismantle it on the spot." Snape pursed his lips.

"Actually, I was surprised to get this memory. You should know your old head better, he has one of the most distinctive characteristics of Slytherin." Dumbledore walked back to his desk with a smile , while that memory is still spinning in the Pensieve.

"Here, have tea. Unsweetened as you like."

Dumbledore pushed a cup of black tea over.Snape took the teacup and sat down, taking a sip.

"Where is he now?"

"Retiring in a rural area in Northern Ireland."

Snape raised his eyebrows lightly, lowered his head irresistibly and took another sip of tea.

"It's unbelievable, isn't it? But it makes sense. No matter how famous you are, personal safety should be the first priority. He was not recruited back then, and now he is worried about the retaliation of the remaining party."

Dumbledore took out a large gaudy box from the cabinet behind him, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a box full of Chinese-style dim sum.

"Which one will we eat today?" The old principal rubbed his hands expectantly, and finally took out a piece of flower-shaped pastry from it, and took a hard bite.

"Well, it smells like flowers, really good!" The old wizard sighed contentedly, and took half of it in one gulp.

Snape couldn't bear to look straight away, and looked elsewhere casually.

"Would you like to try one? Cyril's mother sent it, and the dim sum made by their family is simply incomparably delicious."

When Snape heard the second half of the sentence, he swallowed the refusal in his mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally got a strange pastry called "Ox Tongue Cake" in his hand.

"This one is salty. I ate it yesterday. It tastes very good." Dumbledore smiled like a gerbera.

"Let's get down to business, Albus." Snape gulped down the snack in his hand, almost choked himself, and finally complained angrily.

Dumbledore wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, "Okay. I want to tell you that you may need to work overtime during the holidays."

"Huh? Although it is expected, I still have to ask the reason."

"Syril's grandfather, our friend Lao Lin gave me an idea yesterday. He said that they have a spell called soul chasing, which seems to be pronounced like this... In short, it used to be used for tracking, but he I feel that if it is used properly, it might be used as a way to collect the remaining Horcruxes."

"Although it's wonderful, what does this have to do with my overtime work?"

"Old Lin said that he will return to China when he finds the relevant ancient books and materials. Of course he will not come alone, so Cyril may need your help."

"Being a babysitter again?"

Snape coughed lightly, seemingly amused by Dumbledore's words.He doesn't even bother to think about what happened between him and that troll boy that led to today's situation.

It seems that since he entered the school, every corner of his work and life will be related to him.

It was like being bound, and he was so used to it now that he didn't even bother to resist.

Snape guessed that after a while, Cyril would show up at his door with his luggage and tell him that he had lived here for several years, and he wouldn't be surprised. (Coconut: the truth)

"No, no, you don't need to take care of him. His family just hope that Cyril can visit you regularly to make up for the missed homework."

"I should really be touched." Snape replied dryly, but did not refute or refuse.

"Think of the best, Severus, and settle all this before Harry enters school. Give him a safe environment. This child has already suffered too much, and there is no need to be restless during school." Dumbledore's tone was suddenly deep stand up.

Snape put the teacup back on the table, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hands wordlessly.

The action of wiping the hands was too strong, and the soft flesh between the fingers was rubbed and hurt by a piece of embroidery. It was a piece of exquisitely embroidered pattern. If you unfold it, you will find that it is embroidered with moonlight flowers.

Snape stared at the crumpled handkerchief in his hand absentmindedly, rubbing the embroidery on it with his thumb, wondering what he was thinking, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Severus?" Dumbledore regretted that he had said something to Harry just now, and the young wizard in front of him finally got a little bit of smoke, and was extinguished by himself.

"It's okay." Snape raised his eyes and replied quietly.

"Then I'll let you know when Lao Lin and the others come back."

"it is good."

The wizard retracted his crossed legs, carefully folded the handkerchief in his hand and put it in his pocket.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go first."

"Have a nice holiday my kids."

"You too."