Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril was hugged in a daze, her head was buzzing, as if it was full of seductives.

"Roland, let me go first." Cyril said softly.

Roland seemed to hear it, but suddenly tightened his embrace.

Then slowly let go.

Cyril could feel the breath of the other party brushing against his neck.I couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Sorry, Cyril. I just couldn't control my emotions after watching the video..." Roland's voice was muffled, and he looked a little downcast.

"Hmm..." Cyril felt that the vixen in his mind seemed to have increased again, and it had become a mess of Achnatherum splendens.

"But what I said about liking... is true. That's what I want... Can you accept it?" Roland slowly raised his head, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Um... sorry... I..." Cyril reflexively wanted to refuse.

"You don't need to agree now, I know you are only 14 years old. I am only 16 years old, it is too early to say a lifetime... But at least, give me a chance? We will be separated soon after the game, and we have to go to Going to school. But I thought, after graduation, maybe I'll try to come and work here in the UK...or come here a few more times and we try to get in touch?"

Roland's eyes looked gentle and firm. When he stared at Cyril without blinking, Cyril could see his own reflection in the other's crystal clear eyes.

Seeing yourself from the other person's eyes is like being the other person's whole world...

It's really unbearable to indulge...

Cyril couldn't help but look at these eyes, and looked at them seriously.

But he saw his own dull face, a believable expression and a pair of resisting eyes in the other person's eyes.

"Roland, close your eyes. You know what I'm talking about..."

Cyril suddenly raised his chin and spoke coldly.

Roland was not surprised, but just showed a wry smile, lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I can't help it, sorry. Didn't mean to."

"It's okay, I understand. You are a descendant of Xinia."

"Ah, I was discovered by you..." Roland looked even more disappointed, and sat on the ground a little sadly.

"Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago. The St. Pierre family has a single lineage. It has been so many years. How old is your father?" Cyril also sat down.

"120 years old." Roland whispered.

"Xinia, the moonlight tree elf, has the only elf mate. Only when she marries with an elf mate can she have children. Roland, am I your mate?"

Cyril asked in a natural manner, as if asking, "Is this your backpack?" It was so normal.

"I don't know, or I'm not sure... But, I was very kind when I saw you at first sight... But I really don't know..."

"No, it's not, Roland, why deceive yourself. We may have some blood relationship or something else. Don't tell me that you don't understand the deep bond of elf companions. How could it be summed up by a simple 'kindness'... ..."

Cyril picked up a piece of grass on the ground, held it in his hand and nimbly circled it around.

"No, Cyril, please don't underestimate my love for you... To be honest, compared to the illusory elf companion, I am absolutely sure that I know what I want. I have always been sober."

Roland looked over with burning eyes, his eyes were determined and sad.

"What about the heirs? What about the inheritance of St. Pierre's family? If one day we are together, you meet your real elf companion, what should I do? Elf companion, how irresistible is that to you, you know of."

"I am sure to stick to my choice, as long as you don't abandon me... Cyril, please don't reject me with such ridiculous and unattainable reasons... At least give me a chance..." Roland looked extremely sad.

"I am responsible for the two of us... What's more... Roland, I have never liked you - that kind of love. To be precise, I just recalled it briefly, and I don't seem to have that kind of love for anyone... ..."

Cyril stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Roland's shoulder. He knew that what he said now might be cruel to Roland.Since he never liked Roland or had such thoughts, he shouldn't give Roland hope selfishly.What's more, Roland's status is special.

Roland is a very good partner and an excellent person. He deserves the best.For Roland, the best thing is his elf companion. It may be a long way to find it, but only when the elves are with his companion can they have a smooth, safe and happy life. This is the blessing and blessing handed down from their ancestors for generations.

Roland lowered his head and asked sullenly, "But I can't control my mood."

"It will pass, don't put your mind on me anymore, it's not fair to you." Cyril bit her lip and said.

Seeing Roland like this made him feel uncomfortable too.

"Syril..."

"Ok?"

"I think it's a lie for you to say that there is no one you like."

"Why?" Cyril chuckled softly.He suddenly felt that Roland looked a few years younger today, and there was a little more childish waywardness in his speech.

"It's just a feeling. Do you like girls? Chinese ones?"

"Ah?? No, no, no."

Xi Ruier's impression of Chinese girls still stays in the memory of primary school monitor Chen Xiaoxue.She has two straight ponytails, a smooth forehead, a somewhat round face, and wide-eyed eyes.

——"Lin Xirui! You haven't finished your homework again, I will never borrow you to copy it this time!"

Then there was a ruthless figure who walked away with his homework in his hands.

……

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Cyril withdrew from his memory and emphasized again.

"What about the Hogwarts girls? Your roommate said that there are a lot of people chasing you..." Roland seemed to have eased up a bit, and came over very gossip.

"Not at all! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Cyril immediately denied without thinking.

How did he not know that he had a suitor? ? ! !

"So, you still like boys..." Roland drew out the tone and laughed himself first.

"Please close your mind." Cyril interrupted blankly.

Thousands of horses are running around in my mind, although same-sex couples are very common in the wizarding world, but whether it is the neighbor in elementary school - Da Mao who raised the German shepherd, or the five-year-old Jean, or the roommate John...

Cyril shuddered herself.No, no, no, he can't think about it anymore, he feels a little incapable of accepting it.

After thinking about it, how to go back to the dormitory to sleep today is a problem!

"Do you like mature ones?" Roland obviously didn't give up.

"Mature... What do you mean?!" Cyril stammered and looked back at the little French brother who had a sudden change in style.

"It's someone who is older than me, such as a handsome uncle with a beard... Let me tell you, you are still young, so don't be fooled by older men...It's also immoral for them to do this..."

A black figure suddenly appeared in Cyril's mind, and Cyril's whole body went through like an electric shock.

He stood up abruptly, patted his robe calmly, and said without looking back: "I'm going to eat, I'm very hungry, you should also go and eat...you are hungry now It's gibberish."

The back is very ruthless.

Roland hurriedly stood up, not forgetting to chase after him and continued to babble: "My heart really doesn't change, so, Cyril, whenever you want, I will welcome you with open arms."

"I know, I know. But I sincerely hope that you will meet your elf companion as soon as possible. It is best not to expect anything from me. There is only one thing in my heart, and that is - study."

Cyril returned to his companions without looking back, and continued to eat the roasted wings viciously.

……

Hogwarts Potions Office.

Snape hadn't figured out how this all happened.

Hogwarts held a silly bonfire party, and the little troll ran back to the snake den in Slytherin like a mouse being chased by a cat.

He didn't even get angry, the little troll started avoiding him, shouldn't he boast that the kid is getting more and more sensitive?

Then he saw the French wolf with a big tail wandering around the little troll.Adhering to his "serious and responsible" attitude towards his students, Snape decided to find out.

He felt that that French wolf with a big tail was uneasy and kind!

Then what did he see!

Confess!

Hug and hug! !

That little giant Cyril didn't even resist! ! !

Snape threw the crumpled tuft of his tunic directly onto the hanger.Then he threw himself on the armchair.

Snape didn't know how he was feeling right now.

He seemed to have expected a long time ago that there would be a day when his cabbage would be spotted by other pigs, and this happened today.But I feel that there are some unacceptable.

Forget it, saying "some" is unacceptable, it is clearly: "completely, thoroughly" not acceptable!

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help but want to rush back to the lake, throw the French wolf into the black lake to feed the octopuses, and then bring back Cyril's Fuchsia, so that his head is upside down and his head is sober. .

He ate too much junk food, and his blood flowed into his stomach. He deeply suspected that there was only a lump of paste in Cyril's head at this moment!

Even boys should have a sense of self-protection, right? !Is it reasonable to be hugged by another man?This is also harassment!

Snape felt that his anger was getting hotter and hotter all the way back from the Black Lake, and it was going to burn his forehead.

Standing up and walking to the wine cabinet, he directly poured a glass of gin.

The ice cubes floated up and down in the colorless and transparent liquid, and the spicy gin was just what he needed right now.

He took a quick sip, changed from his usual gentle and slow wine tasting, and now he desperately wanted to find a way to vent his abnormal anger.

God knows it took almost all of his sanity to turn away instead of rushing out with his wand in hand.

The wine is spicy and mixed with the unique aroma of gin across the throat.

Bitter, Snape thought he tasted the bitterness the alcohol had left in his mouth at the end...

Alcohol is not a good thing, just look at his father - Tobias Snape.Snape laughed at himself and disappeared the remaining half glass with his wand.He sat back on the sofa chair without saying a word.

A profound powerlessness enveloped him...

There are still many things he hasn't figured out, many, many...

Something about himself, something about Cyril, something between the two of them, and some things that he hasn't come into contact with but already faintly feel that they exist...

And Cyril is too young, only 14 years old, and the other party is just a child.In any case, as an adult and Siri's most respected teacher, I should provide him with a space for healthy growth, and then help him eliminate all potential problems and difficulties.

This is how he positions himself.It started when he discovered that there might be some inexplicable small connection between them.

He kept telling himself that there was no rush, it would take a long time.When Cyril becomes an adult, he will tell the boy all the problems he may have.

If Cyril is interested, he is willing to study the strange induction and connection between them with the boy, and even if he finds that Cyril is slightly repulsive, he is willing to use all costs and methods to break this connection.

He is not a person who is willing to bond with anyone at will, but if the object is Cyril, if the effect is good, he does not mind paying or sacrificing.

He knew that Dumbledore actually had some speculations about soul mates or some kind of partner, and even a lot of evidence pointed to this.For this reason, Dumbledore reminded him specifically that this was a school, and Cyril was still a child.

How did I feel at that time?

Want to laugh, get angry, and finally feel numb again.

He knew that Dumbledore was thinking of him too.But the old principal is good at everything, but he is too idealistic.He beautified this bond and overestimated Snape's own abilities.

What qualifications does he have to ask for a soul mate?

Wearing the Dark Mark, his hands were stained with the blood of his once best and favorite friend, his appearance was gloomy, and he was a whole round older than the other party.

Oh, Dumbledore dared to think, didn't he?

Asking myself, my heart was actually a little excited at that time, and that feeling was like fulfilling a psychologically secret and impossible dream.

The dream told that one day, he would be able to bear all the hardships, and one day someone would fall in love with his broken and dirty soul and tolerate everything about him unconditionally.

But reason told him: ——this is impossible.

10,000 in [-]+ chance of a soulmate.How many people are there in the wizarding world?It's almost impossible to happen.

What's more, Cyril's mother is from the White Fox Clan, and it is said that the White Fox Clan has her own partner...

What is he thinking?What is he angry about...

Even if it is not the big-tailed wolf today, there will be others in the future.

If he had to have a guess that he thought was more reasonable, he felt that there was an inexplicable induction and connection between them because of the inexplicable effect of the blessing potion at the beginning.Like needing him to protect him or something.

All this may be revealed in the near future, maybe after the whole environment has stabilized, but in any case it will not be now.

Snape covered his face with his hands, and felt a headache at the temple, and a sharp pain in his arm because of the position.

It was a pair of obsidian cufflinks, given by Cyril a few days ago, and it was called a teacher's day gift.Although he has never had such a holiday.

But probably the little troll's smile was a bit cute that day, and his gray-green eyes were very beautiful. Anyway, he accepted it, and he still wears it today.

An inner voice popped out resolutely: — what about you, Severus Snape?What on earth are you thinking?Are you really willing to send such an excellent little giant to other people in the future?

- It doesn't matter what I think.

Snape answered himself inwardly.

"Kukou" suddenly there was a knock on the door.

A familiar voice came in, "Dean, are you there?"