Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The next day, morning.

Cyril was woken by Severus.

Even though he is an adult, Cyril's sleeping position is still the same as when he was a child, half curled up on his side, the temperature in the cellar is low, and there is a bunch of black fur outside the bulging quilt.

The white fox boy buried most of his head in the pillow and quilt, breathing evenly.

Snape got up early in the morning and took a shower, and had already changed into his shirt and trousers.

To be honest, he didn't sleep well that night.

……

Last night, Cyril just groaned dissatisfiedly, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Snape came out of the bathroom and was still wiping his hair when he saw the sleepy boy lying on the bed with his pajamas rolled up by a corner without even a quilt.

The wizard actually dawdled in the bathroom for so long on purpose.He knew that if he finished washing up early, Cyril was going to fight with him, and he didn't know how to refuse to put the two beds together again.

In this matter, the wizard actually has his own insistence.

Snape sat on the edge of the bed, silently staring at the sleeping teenager on the bed.His eyes greedily traced Cyril's hair sticking to his face, the bangs that covered his eyebrows, the fluffy eyelashes that curled up at the tips, the upturned nose and light lips that were slightly pouty.

The wizard stretched out a finger, and gently rubbed the side of the finger across the boy's forehead hair, the boy's eyes were a little blue, Snape knew that Cyril had been very tired recently.

And he also knew that Cyril would be very tired this year.

The fingers were retracted, and the soft and smooth touch was still at the fingertips.Snape curled his fingers slightly, then closed his fist in his lap.

Sometimes he thought, just let the little giant stand behind him for the rest of his life, as long as he was around, he would never let Cyril suffer a little bit.

He will do his best to protect him and cover up all the malice and darkness in the world.Set aside a piece of pure land for Xi Ruier, Xi Ruier only needs to do all the things he wants to do, and he will get everything he wants and everything he can do.

But, no.

A voice kept reminding him that Cyril was a boy, a man.

When Cyril took the initiative to stand up in the face of danger and wanted to protect others, this voice reminded him; When he was researching information all night for one of Mungo's projects, the voice reminded him again.

Snape felt that he was actually a bit machismo.

It may be because of the family, even though his father was a complete bastard, and in the end he relied on his mother to go out to do odd jobs to earn money, but he still left a kind of life in his bones, that he should support the family, become the pillar, and protect his family's life values.

But his lover and companion is Cyril.

He had to force himself to adapt and change his concept. He had to learn to be patient, accompany Cyril to grow up, encourage him when he fell or was tired, instead of picking him up and walking instead of him.

He found that for Cyril, what he could do now was not to hold his hand, but to give him a shoulder.Because holding hands is likely to become a burden to hold him forward, only a reliable shoulder is the real harbor of shelter.

He realized that as Cyril grew up, he no longer needed his meticulous help, but what he needed was support.

These days were difficult for Cyril, but why not suffering for Snape?

Just like the dejected little fox tonight, the misfortune of the Longbottoms is just the beginning.In the future, he is bound to face more such life and death and the impermanence of the world.And I can only accompany him, not bear it for him.

It always takes some time and pains to change from one identity to another. Even though Snape was already distressed, he still had to pretend that everything was normal and silently supported his little partner's struggle.

The wizard sat for so long that he felt like drying his hair.Then silently helped Cyril adjust her sleeping position, flattened the corners of her pajamas, and covered her with a thin quilt.

At night, Snape was lying on the narrowed bed, the room was dark, Cyril was beside him, and the boy's continuous and even breathing was close at hand.

Even though everything was trying to be clear, he still couldn't help but suffer from insomnia.

……

"Cyril, get up."

No matter how cute Cyril's sleep was, Snape pulled him out of the covers.Cyril was like burnt bacon on a pan, stuck to it, motionless.

Knowing that the boy was already awake, Snape was playing tricks, so he resorted to his trump card: "Today is your first Potions class for the first year. Are you sure you don't need to read the lesson plan again?"

As soon as the words fell, Cyril almost jumped up from the bed, and completely lost the posture of wanting to live and die with the bed just now.

"Merlin, I've completely forgotten about this! Severus, can I have breakfast here, I won't go out, I'll go back and get a lesson plan first!"

Cyril put on Pikachu slippers and was about to run out the door, but Snape quickly grabbed him.

"The washing things have been brought for you, go wash first, there is still an hour and a half, enough time."

Cyril quickly leaned forward and kissed the wizard on the cheek, said "good morning" and "love you", then changed direction, ran directly into the bathroom, and began to wash and scrub with jingling bells.

Snape shook his head, and with a flick of his wand, the two beds joined together.After tidying up the bedroom, he neatly folded Cyril's clothes aside, and then walked out of the bedroom door.

"Beanie."

"Doudou is happy to serve you!"

"Two breakfasts and . . . two cups of coffee."

"Send it right away!"

……

Xiao Douding, a first-year student, attended the first session of Transfiguration and History of Magic on Monday, and probably has a certain understanding of the teaching methods at Hogwarts.

They'd all heard from various sources that the really scary class was Potions Tuesday.

After being baptized by Head Slytherin's lecture at the beginning of the school night, Little Harry and Xiao Longbao paid special attention to the preview of this class. As each other's roommates, they were still asking each other questions last night until before going to bed.

"What is the aconite's alias?" Harry had a stern face, like an unkind interviewer.

"Aren't they always asking about the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the chamaema aconitum?"

Xiaolong Bao stared into gray-blue eyes, wearing a light blue silk pajamas embroidered with dragons, holding a Bubble Bobble pillow to protest solemnly.

"Reverse question, Mr. Malfoy!"

Harry put his chin back unmoved, wearing the Mickey Mouse cotton pajamas that Quicksilver gave him.

"Alright, alright, next question." Draco puffed up and looked more like a steamed bun.

……

It was Potions class for Slytherin and Gryffindor in the morning. Cyril finished finishing the lesson plans and stood at the door of Snape's office adjusting his tie and collar.

Snape sat and read this month's Potions Monthly, and finally saw that Cyril couldn't figure out the decorative pin on his shirt collar, so he had to put down the magazine in his hand.

The wizard stepped forward and helped him fasten his tie while inserting the collar pins. There was a metal chain connected between the pair of collar pins, and the two sides were pinned to the collar of the shirt. Cyril always missed the point, or the left side was higher. , or higher on the right.

Snape's fingers were nimble, and he finished it with a few strokes, then sighed: "You just went to a class, not to go to the stage to receive the Order of Merlin, why are you wearing so many complicated things?"

"This is my first class, I want to make a good impression." Cyril stuck out her tongue.

"I'm looking forward to your performance. Let's go, Assistant Professor McLean. It's about time." The wizard next to him picked up the robe hanging on the hanger, pulled out a smirk, and opened the door of the cellar office.

……

In the Potions classroom in the basement, the class bell just rang.

The heavy door closed behind everyone with a bang, and all the little bean dings present shrank their necks at the sudden solemn atmosphere.

Assistant teacher Cyril McLean walked in directly from the side door - the secret passage that Lord Slytherin kindly pointed out.

When the little snakes and little lions saw that the person who appeared on the podium was not Professor Snape, everyone relaxed a bit visibly.

However, before the breath was fully exhaled, another person came in from the side door. The person was all in black, tall, and walked through the classroom expressionlessly, carrying gusts of cold wind, and walked to the last row. corner and sat down.

"..." - People can't be happy too early, everyone silently put away the upturned corners of their mouths.

Cyril stood up on the podium and made the first speech before the class: "I think you already know who I am, so I won't repeat it. I hope everyone can call me McLean's teaching assistant, of course, directly It's okay to call a teaching assistant, after all, I'm the only teaching assistant in Hogwarts.

I will be in charge of your first year potions course, so my task is to help you lay the groundwork.

I welcome everyone to ask me questions in and out of class at any time. Of course, the premise is that the questions are meaningful. After all, our time is precious.

By the way, I'm not at school on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so please try to keep your questions while I'm at school.If you really have to solve the problem of potions, otherwise you will not be able to eat and sleep, please go to the potions professor——Professor Snape to ask questions, I think he will be happy to explain to you. "

Saying that, Cyril stretched out a hand and made a gesture of introduction, which was in the direction where Snape was sitting.

A group of little friends followed his hand and turned their heads back, with a disheveled expression on their faces.

"Before everything starts, I would like to talk about some small rules in my class, which may be trivial, but must be followed.

In a nutshell, my rules are two: The first one: In my class, please obey my instructions.

Article [-]: If you have any doubts, please refer to Article [-]. "

After Cyril finished speaking, the whole classroom was completely silent.

The little animals looked at the handsome teaching assistant standing on the podium with mixed expressions of admiration and bewilderment, and none of them could hold back their words.

Little Harry sat in the middle of the first row, upright, with his little head raised, his emerald eyes sparkling.

He thinks that brother Cyril is very handsome at the moment, with his dark green waist-cut suit, straight back, straight trouser legs, standing there holding a wand, he seemed to see the military officer on TV at his aunt's house ...

Cyril waved the white wand in his hand again, and a piece of parchment appeared on each table, with a line of big words on it: Precautions and Safety Rules for Potions Class, which was replaced simultaneously on the blackboard behind him: Rule [-]: Forbidden Craft potions when there is no lab requirement in class.

Rule Two: Improvements, experiments, and innovations in potions must be done under the supervision of a teacher.

Rule [-]: It is strictly forbidden to experiment with potions in private.

Article [-]: Any games and fighting behaviors in the classroom are strictly prohibited.

Rule [-]: It is strictly forbidden to waste potion materials.

……

Article N: Check the flame of the crucible after the test, and pack up the test bench before leaving.

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at the note in his hand, suddenly recalling the classroom performance of the little guy on the podium when he was a student.

I feel that the majestic little giant is really very cute now.

So it is the students who know the students best, right?

A group of little lions and little snakes were taken aback by the three chapters of the agreement, and carefully added the parchment in their hands to their textbooks and notebooks, and their sitting posture became more and more correct.