Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Why are you still in your pajamas?"

Snape automatically ignored Cyril's exclamation, and asked with a wooden face and frowning.

"what?"

"I thought that there happened to be a formal suit on the sofa in your room, and you should be dressed by now waiting to go out with me." Snape's tone was as soft as ever.

"Oh! I thought it was a dress from my mother for me when school started. Where are we going?"

"There are not so many in the world as you think. Hurry up and change your clothes, I only give you... 10 minutes." Snape didn't bother to explain, took out a vintage pocket watch from his coat pocket, and started counting the time without mercy.

"Okay, okay!" Cyril didn't dare to delay any longer, turned into a gust of wind and rushed back to the room quickly pulling the slippers.

Ten minutes later, the boy showed up downstairs on time, tugging at his sleeves and studying how to fasten his bow tie.

"Come here." Snape, who was standing in front of the bookcase with his hands behind his back, didn't know what to think, and called the boy to him as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

A pair of dry and warm hands brushed over the back of the boy's neck and chin.Cyril felt goose bumps all over her body and her scalp was starting to tingle.

"Don't move!" Snape pressed Cyril's furry head, bent down and turned the collar of the boy's shirt inside out, and expertly tied a Windsor bow tie.

Cyril held his breath, just a moment ago, he smelled the smell of today's professor, the bitterness mixed with the fragrance of unknown herbs and pine wood.

Incredible!The professor even wears perfume!Cyril wrinkled his nose and took two more deep breaths.

Then he received a light slap on the top of the head.

"Be honest. Don't be a swallow-tailed dog."

Then those big hands circled his neck again, adjusting the angle of the bow tie.

"Here, your father prepared it for you."

As soon as the words fell, a small velvet box appeared in Cyril's hand - inside was a pair of exquisite cufflinks, which looked like two sparkling diamonds.

Cyril put on his cufflinks, and quietly glanced at the professor's shirt sleeve, which was close at hand. Because of the movement of raising his arms, the silver-gray diamond cufflinks were right in front of his eyes.

I feel that the shape is similar to my own... (Coconut: What other shape do diamonds want?...Do you want Hearts and Arrows?)

Cyril was delighted.

"It's almost time, let's go."

Snape glanced at the silver pocket watch in his hand, and stood up straight indifferently.By the way, the wrinkles on the sleeves were smoothed out.

At some point outside the door, a black carriage parked. On the door was a complicated lettering and coat of arms of the Order of Merlin.

Snape stepped onto the carriage first, and Cyril quickly followed.

Inside the carriage was a comfortable black leather sofa, two bulging dark blue and silver fringed velvet pillows, and even a small table with a bottle of white wine and two crystal goblets.

After the people in the carriage sat down firmly, the Pegasus in front of the carriage spread its wide wings and flew towards the sky.

Cyril sat obediently in his seat, looking at the envelope on the small table without blinking: it was written in handwriting: From Mr. Severus Tobias Snape [Mr. Committee British Branch] Merlin Knights... Cyril carefully looked at the words on the envelope.Why are you so familiar? ? ?

Cyril fell into deep thought.

As soon as the small light bulb on the top of his head lit up, inspiration suddenly appeared!

That chocolate frog card from Draco!

"St. Ampes, a famous wizard knight from 569-687 AD. The first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order..."

So the professor is from the Order of Merlin?Cyril's antenna circled back and forth above his head, deeply feeling that he had discovered something extraordinary.

Professor Snape didn't care at all about his students' unrestrained (wild horse) thoughts around him. He didn't know when he took out a book and was reading it seriously.

Medieval-style carriages, gentlemen sitting upright, decent clothes.Cyril also settled down, leaned back on the chair, looked at the scenery outside the window seriously, and thought about where the professor would take him.

"It will be a while, don't run around, sit quietly in your seat, it will probably take an hour. Then we will go to other departments to do something."

"Huh? Oh. Okay."

Snape raised his head and glanced critically at the boy beside him, then said, "Do you want some water?"

"want."

"..."

The boy's straightforward answer caught him off guard.

"Hey... what do you want to drink? Juice or water." Snape seemed to sigh softly, put the book by his legs helplessly, bent down and glanced at the wine cabinet under the small table.

"Juice. Thank you." Cyril felt that the collar of his shirt was a little tight, and it happened that his mouth was a little dry.

In the next second, a glass of clear water appeared in front of him.

"...???" Cyril was dazed while holding the water glass.

"I don't think it's suitable for you to drink fruit juice now. It would be troublesome if you spill colored liquid." Snape adjusted his sitting posture leisurely, picked up the book again, and looked unwilling to say more.

┭┮﹏┭┮So why are you still asking me...

The carriage flew for about half an hour and arrived at the destination. When Xi Ruier got off the carriage, he was surprised to find that they had already arrived indoors.

The decor here is very similar to the place where he uses the international fireplace every time.Black marble floor tiles and walls are bright enough to reflect.Golden sculptures and fountains and all kinds of wizards coming and going.

Snape also got out of the carriage with the letter on the small table, straightened his clothes, and directly grabbed Cyril's arm.

"This way."

Cyril adjusted his steps and followed Snape to one of the corridors.

"Please show the wand." The appearance of the mechanical female voice made Cyril completely sure where it was.

"Wand check—passed. Welcome to the 89th Medal of Merlin Awards Ceremony. Your location—Row R, 3, Alpha District. Please take your seat according to the instructions. I wish you a pleasant meeting."

Snape took his black wand, handed over Cyril's moon-white wand, and put it in the box.

"Wand inspection—passed. Welcome to the 89th Merlin Medal Awards Ceremony. Your location—Row R, Alpha District, 4, accompanied by family members. Please take your seat according to the instructions. I wish you a pleasant viewing."

The word "family" exploded in Cyril's mind like a magic firecracker. A kind of satisfaction, pride mixed with comfort from the inside out made him feel better.He happily took the wand and a small metal number plate.

As the mechanical female voice fell, two lines of purple light beams appeared under the feet of Cyril and Snape, pointing directly at their seats.

"This function is good. I suggest that Hogwarts set up one for every new student, so that you won't miss the classroom! Haha..."

Cyril was still a little carried away, forgetting the occasion and smirking at the purple light beam under his feet.

The boy's smirk stopped abruptly when he met Professor Snape's calm gaze.Then he turned his head sensibly:

"Well, our position is over there, let's go there now!"

Snape raised his chin and walked to the position first.

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