Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Cyril came out of the fireplace carrying the "Starry·Starry traditional magic suitcase", Snape was not surprised at all.

"Good morning, Professor." Cyril put the luggage on the side of the sofa, took out the "recently popular in the magic world" (Syril himself didn't know about it) and put it on the coffee table.

The wizard sat at the dining table with a half-eaten bacon omelette in front of him, shaking the newspaper in his hand: "Your parents have already left?"

"Is such that."

"Benny said nearly a month?"

"It seems to be. Kunlun Mountain is quite far away, and many places have to be hiked up, which is also quite difficult." If Xi Ruier had fox ears on his head at this time, he must be drooping.

"I remember...you have a younger brother." Snape was surprisingly patient, and even asked several questions while sitting there, which surprised Cyril.

"Temporarily picked up by his blessing man, Uncle Wu Thirty is very powerful, and he treats Ivan very well, and Ivan likes him very much."

Cyril thought of Wu Thirty's unrestrained figure when he heard the news of Yujian two days ago, and couldn't help staring.

Snape couldn't bear to look away from behind the newspaper, coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Tell me about the blessings of your race."

"Huh?" Cyril couldn't turn the corner, looked up and saw the professor's expressionless gaze, and hurriedly organized his thoughts and introduced: "It means that every white fox cub has an invisible protector after birth, and they cannot be their own parents. This is a rule formed after the birth of the first pure natural one-tailed white fox. Our original ancestors were actually six-tailed white foxes, powerful in mana but unable to transform. Although it can transform into a human form, its magic power is far inferior to that of a white fox with six tails. In order to give the clansmen a chance of survival, or an extra guarantee, there is the unwritten setting of the person who prays. The person who prays can be a friend, or It can be an elder who has a close eye, or a different race, but the mana must be strong. The two people who pray and be blessed are equivalent to a relationship beyond a contract, similar to relatives. The praying person will protect and help the blessed person, and the blessed person I will also trust him unconditionally, and neither of them can hurt each other. Moreover, once this agreed relationship is reached, it will be an invisible guardian. My dad said that before I was born, my grandfather made a calculation, Said that the praying people don't need to worry for the time being, they have their own fate. Finally..."

Having said that, Cyril quickly looked up at his professor, and continued to explain vaguely.

"It's the blessing potion you made. And Ivan's blessing man, Uncle Wu Thirty, is my father's friend, a descendant of a very powerful auspicious beast. My father found him after Ivan was born. He met Ivan once. , I felt that I liked it, so I agreed."

Snape nodded thoughtfully, and put down the newspaper in his hand.His eyes were on a letter lying on the dining table.

The letter had been opened, and the logo of the British Ministry of Magic was printed on the cover.

"I may have to go out once or twice recently, so when I'm not around, you arrange your own time."

"it is good."

"When I'm not in Spider's End..." Snape looked at the boy standing beside him with lowered brows and eyes with extreme concern.

"I promise not to conduct experiments in private, not to go out indiscriminately, never to open the door if there is a stranger knocking, fire and theft, and black wizards." Cyril reacted quickly, and swore to the sky with two fingers.

"Hmph." Snape sniffed, snorting at his "anti-dark wizard".

"Go and put your luggage, it's still the original room."

"Okay, thank you professor!" Cyril picked up his "noble suitcase" and went upstairs.

There was a cheerful crunch of planks where he passed.

"Heh. Little troll."

Snape put down the newspaper, picked up the black coffee at hand, and silently folded the letter on the table.

On the back of the envelope from the Ministry of Magic, there was a picture of a moonlight flower imprinted on the back, with the word PRINCE in floral script underneath.

The days at Professor Snape's house passed quickly, except for the professor going out every two or three days, most of Cyril's actions coincided with the professor's.The two read books and made potions together. In Cyril's eyes, the seemingly monotonous life was full and interesting.

It was a day when Professor Snape went out as usual, and Cyril sat obediently at the dining table early in the morning and waited for the professor to come down for breakfast.

The professor, who is usually very agile, came down a little late this time, and when the wizard appeared, Cyril was a little sluggish.

The professor actually wore a formal three-piece wizard robe today!

The professor's entire robe was neat and wrinkle-free. The pure white shirt and white bow tie made the professor look upright and energetic. He was covered with a silk robe, which looked light, but it dangled very well. , With the professor's movements, there is a feeling of radiance.

Snape was buttoning his own cuffs as he went downstairs, the silver-gray gem cuffs gleaming in his hands.The two straight and slender legs are wrapped in suit pants, which are very seductive.

If the above attire only made Cyril pause all his actions, but the next thing made the boy's jaw drop in shock.

The professor changed his hairstyle! ! !

professor!Changed!hairstyle!

Cyril felt that his head was not working very well.The entire brain is running at 0.1 times the normal speed.

The professor not far from me said that his hair was combed all over, and tied behind his head with a simple hair tie of the same color, revealing a sharpened face and three-dimensional facial features.

"Professor, you are so handsome today!!!" Cyril burst into a nympho-like exclamation after a brief loss of speech.

Snape barely managed to maintain his balance as he descended the stairs, saving himself from falling down the stairs.