Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

After Snape finished speaking, he silently picked up the quill, and ticked [one] without hesitation in the room option on the parchment receipt from the previous meeting.

……

The scene returns to a medical potions workshop in Paris, France.

Cyril walked ahead and opened the door of the hotel room first.

It was a suite, which looked more like a small apartment, except there was no kitchen.Most of all, it's a grand hotel for Muggles.

Snape walked behind, closed the door, and took the shrunken luggage from his pocket.

Cyril walked around the room curiously.The small living room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, from which you can see the French landmark - the Eiffel Tower.

Through the small living room is the bedroom, two bedrooms - Cyril pouted, the villainous family suite, I don't know how the logistics of the meeting came up with such a house.

Snape was much more cautious than him, and first made a comprehensive inspection of the entire room with his wand.Then he put the suitcase belonging to Cyril at the door of the larger bedroom.

"Go downstairs to attend the opening ceremony and dinner in a while, and you can wear that newly tailored robe and dress." Snape instructed before turning around, carrying his own suitcase.

"Wait a minute!" Cyril chased after him in two steps, blocking the door of Snape's bedroom.

"what happened?"

Snape took off his suit, put it on the back of the chair in the room, and asked without looking back.

"Which pair of cuffs do you use?" Cyril leaned over, helped the wizard pick up the suit jacket, found a hanger from the closet, and hung it directly.

Snape started to untie his tie, tilted his head, and said casually, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"I want to wear the same one as you."

The white fox boy stepped forward, stood face to face with Snape, put his arms around his neck on tiptoe, and helped him loosen his tie.

"Then you just help me get a pair."

Cyril smiled like a little fox, and after helping the wizard take off his bow tie, he leaned forward again, keeping his arms around the other's neck.

Snape stretched out a hand, slightly wrapping the white fox boy's waist.

"Severus..." Cyril narrowed his eyes.

"Huh?" The black-haired black-eyed wizard snorted.

"There was no good morning kiss this morning."

The white fox boy moaned and chirped.

"That's because you got up late and our International Fireplace Time is coming up," Snape replied softly.

"Then make it up now?"

Snape lowered his head halfway, and a lock of uncombed hair slid down his cheek along with the wizard's movements. The wizard hooked the corner of his mouth and sighed softly: "Why do I think Mr. McLean is sometimes like a rascal?"

"That's because Mr. Pisnape ignored me."

After Cyril finished speaking, she leaned forward.

"Chirp."

A sweet kiss was quickly imprinted on the thin lips of the wizard who still wanted to say something.

……

The opening ceremony was presided over by an old silver-haired wizard named Brad.Severus introduced to Cyril that this old man was the current president of the Potions Association.

"What contribution did he make? I haven't heard about the potion named after him." Cyril tilted his head and asked in Severus' ear.

Severus remained motionless, and replied softly: "Long age is a contribution."

"...??? How old is he?"

Cyril's gray-green eyes widened, and he looked back at the man beside him, "99 years old. He has improved the water of life and death, and the effect is twice as fast."

Severus continued quietly.

"Oh."

The two were biting their ears here, while Old Brad's opening speech was over.

After a while, the venue directly turned into a buffet dinner.Old Brad greeted the people who came to talk to him all the way, and finally came to Snape and Cyril.

"My old friend, Severus."

Looking closely at Cyril, he realized that the 99-year-old wizard's mental state looked far worse than the 110-year-old Dumbledore.

Brad had heavy bags under his eyes, and his eyelids were drooping. He looked very listless. When he came over, Snape took a symbolic step forward as a welcome.

"Brad."

"I read your latest report, and it's promising."

"Thank you."

"correct……"

Old Brad seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated and glanced at Cyril who was standing beside Snape.

"This is my apprentice and assistant, Cyril McLean. My own."

Snape lightly hugged Cyril's back and explained with a normal face.

Cyril took the opportunity to say hello.

Old Brad's eyes scanned Cyril up and down, drifted past the slightly exposed cuff buttons of the two, and finally stopped on Snape's arm resting behind Cyril's waist.

Snape noticed, but didn't let go.

Cyril was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it at all, with a generous and calm face.

Old Brad smiled and nodded.

The three of them were quiet for a while, and Snape brought Cyril a glass of cranberry and raspberry juice from the side table, and both himself and old Brad had red wine.

"He's not an adult?" Old Brad asked in feigned surprise, his eyes narrowed.

As soon as Old Brad finished speaking, several wizards who were eating and chatting all looked over here.

"I'm an adult and working at St. Mungo's. But I still need him to write something for me tonight." Snape replied flatly.

"Oh... I actually... want to confirm something with you. Do you have time after the meeting tomorrow night, Severus?"

"You look for me, I'm always available." Snape lightly raised his glass.

"See you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

Old Brad drank the red wine at the bottom of the glass in one gulp, then made an excuse gesture, and walked elsewhere.

Snape took a sip of the red wine at the bottom of the glass, shaking the glass gently in his hand, followed the old wizard who came and left in a hurry, his dark eyes narrowed.

……

After taking a shower at night, Cyril was wearing pajamas, and while wiping his hair, he sat on Snape's big bed, watching the wizard sitting by the window and reading the documents in his hand.

Cyril leaned forward, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Severus."

With the document in his hand, Snape responded without looking up.

"Ok?"

"Do you think old Brad feels weird?"

Cyril jumped off the bed with bare feet, and rushed to Snape in a few steps.

"Wear slippers." Snape ordered without looking up.

"The slippers are in the next room, so you answer my question first."

Cyril didn't feel anything when stepping on the carpet, and pestered her for gossip.

Snape sighed softly, moved his whole body to the edge of the sofa chair, and patted the vacant space with one hand.

"Sit up and talk."

"Okay."

Cyril jumped up nimbly, leaned close to the wizard beside him, and even boldly put his leg on the other's knee.

Snape flipped through another report in his hand, and said in the same tone as usual: "Old Brad has a problem."

"Yeah." Cyril nodded with a serious face.

Then Snape looked at the report in his hand again, and fell silent.

"and then???"

Cyril leaned on the wizard's shoulder and moved his legs, trying to attract the attention of the wizard who was reading the report.

"Then? I'll find out tomorrow night."

Snape raised his head calmly, and glanced at the white fox boy who was sitting beside him.

"Why don't you dry your hair?"

"It's done!" Cyril shook his head like a puppy.

"Tsk. Now go next door and put on your slippers, and dry your hair before going to bed. If you don't want to use a Muggle hair dryer, I can give you a quick-drying charm."

Cyril imagined how he would turn into an afro after using up the quick-drying spell, and immediately refused.

"never mind."

Snape pulled out his wand, summoned the slippers next door, and opened the door of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. An electric hair dryer flew out by itself, and fell into Cyril's hands.

"Need me blow it for you, Baby Cyril?"

Snape put the report in his lap, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and an exaggerated smirk pulled across his face.

"No, no, no need."

The white fox boy felt the danger instinctively, and immediately put on his slippers and took a hair dryer to find the power socket.

Snape put away his exaggerated smirk behind the boy, and the corners of his mouth curled up in pleasure.

……

The next morning, as an important research result, Snape spent the whole morning alone, giving a detailed report on "C Magic Reagent".

Cyril, as Snape's assistant, stood under the podium the whole time, providing some auxiliary work at any time.

The appearance of "C Magic Reagent" really caused quite a stir. The magic world has healed wounds for nearly 300 years. In terms of potions, Mo Nan Magic Gel is used. The disadvantages of Mo Nan Magic Gel are so obvious, but it is still used The only reason it is widely used is because no one has made a breakthrough in this area.

Imagine the advent of "C Magic Reagent".

Not to mention how life will change.

As far as it is used on the battlefield where trauma is most likely to occur, because of the inevitable flaws of Mo Nan's magic gel, even now, if injured in a magic battle, Aurors are not allowed to use Mo Nan's magic gel.

Because the lack of a sense of direction is likely to cause even more terrible consequences, those poor soldiers are still alive with healing spells and in vain.

But the healing spell is too slow and consumes mana, and the final result is often that the step of healing is omitted, and the white fresh is sprinkled directly.

After Snape finished speaking, he entered the questioning session, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

Finally, when the wizard walked off the podium, the question was still an hour longer than the scheduled time.But apparently no one cared, everyone was excited, especially the people working at the magic hospital.

When Cyril and Snape came out of the venue, ready to eat something.By accident, it was discovered that Old Brad was standing at the entrance of the venue.

"Severus, I think we'd better talk about it earlier, I have other business tonight. I'm so sorry."

The old wizard didn't seem to have slept well all night, and his whole face was covered with abnormal gray.