Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

In the past few days, Cyril put down the research at hand, and accompanied Severus to sort out his previous improvement report on the wolfbane 1 potion.

"In fact, your improvement back then can be said to be perfect, at least in my opinion, there is very limited room for further improvement."

The weather has turned cold recently, Cyril was wearing off-white fluffy home clothes, and a hat with two round ears on the back. He wrapped himself around Severus, and the two moved the sofa to the fireplace They sat on the fire and looked at the reports and materials in their hands.

This set of home clothes is the spoils of Lin Jiu's trip to Hong Kong, one for each child in the family, although Mr. Lin said that he doesn't understand why everyone, as a white fox, wears a pair of bear ears.

Snape was flipping through a thick potion notebook that was brought out from the Prince Manor a year ago, his fingers unconsciously tapped the handwritten magic power conservation formula on the page.

"Do you know, Cyril. The Wolfsbane 1 potion I made was based on the improvement of the predecessors. This is very limited in our own thinking, and it is easy to form some stereotypes. In fact, I have always had the Wolfsbane 1 potion. Some other ideas. For example, the previous potion idea is to inhibit the spread and activity of chamaejasma, if I can change the angle..."

"Another angle? What angle? Is there something wrong with the original angle that inhibits the activity of Wolfsbane?" Cyril straightened his legs and changed his posture so that he could see the side face of the wizard beside him.

"Yes. Suppression—this approach is too passive and moderate, I was thinking, use transformation directly. Transform Wolf's Poison——"

"Merlin! This sounds like a great breakthrough. Are you thinking about how to cure patients bitten by werewolves?"

"No, a complete cure is impossible. Wolfsbane is an irreversible infectious virus. My guess is that maybe some considerations can be made from the source of the virus, such as transforming it at the moment it is continuously produced, similar to the Use potions to correct before transforming, so that those mutated viruses can be transformed into other..."

Cyril found that Severus has a "terrible" quality, that is, his never-ending "improvement" and "innovation", just like being never satisfied with potions, this is not the same as He sometimes exhibits an obsessive-compulsive disorder that matches perfectionism.

For normal people, unless there is an urgent need, the research on something is often marked with an end.Because people subconsciously feel that I have improved this thing and made version 2.0, then I have completed my task and I have done it well.In a short time, the remaining 3.0 and 4.0 are no longer in my consideration.

But Severus was different.He is always critical and thinking about his past achievements, and firmly believes that he can do better.

Just like now.

Not only is he constantly improving himself, but he can even overthrow this idea and rebuild it.

Severus used his wand to summon a thick roll of parchment in the corner of the bookcase, unfolded it and placed it in Cyril's hands, explaining lightly: "———I've been doing research in another direction, if it wasn't for this time Opportunity, I think maybe next year at the latest can produce a good or mediocre result..."

Cyril's eyes sparkled, he didn't put his eyes on the parchment, on the contrary, he was staring at the wizard in front of him who unconsciously frowned and thought, and couldn't hold back, he leaned forward and kissed the other's cheek Face.

Severus stopped abruptly when he reached the point of his mouth, and he turned his face to look at the little white fox who was approaching in front of him.

"Huh?" The wizard raised his voice in a low voice and asked with his eyes.

"It's nothing, I just want to kiss you, why are you so handsome." Cyril smiled sweetly, hugged the wizard's forearm and tucked herself even tighter into his arms.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard pursed his lips in confusion: "I thought we were discussing the new idea of ​​Wolfsbane 1 potion, not..."

Cyril simply sat up and looked over with his eyes straight. If there was a tail behind him at this moment, it must be wagging wildly: "Oh! I can't help it. Why don't we continue discussing in another place... such as a bed?"

Severus narrowed his eyes: "Assistant McLean, your suggestion is... dangerous, but damn sweet."

"So you agree? I feel like I'm always sleepy recently, why don't I take a shower earlier? I just haven't exercised today..."

Severus glanced at the report in his hand, sighed, and picked up his fluffy partner in his arms: "Early to bed and early to rise, that's fine."

……

The Wolfsbane 1 potion finally made a new attempt according to Severus's idea, and Dumbledore brought the most suitable person as an experimenter——Remus Lupine.

Cyril's impression of Lupin was still that of the werewolf boy who longed for friendship, had a gentle personality, excelled in studies, and had some low self-esteem in the memory of his partner.If I have to describe more, maybe in the tunnel under the Whomping Willow, the terrible chase of the werewolf, the hot and humid breath, and the creepy goosebumps can also be regarded as a deep impression.

The last time we had a quick meeting at the Ministry of Magic, the scene was chaotic and dangerous. Cyril didn't have time to observe it carefully. Only after this official meeting did he find that Lupine looked like Sirius, who was imprisoned in Azkaban and tortured for nearly 10 years. Young and moist can't go anywhere.

The faded robes with patches, the gray hair, the leather shoes with obvious creases and the briefcase with frayed corners all hinted that the situation of this Mr. Werewolf was really unsatisfactory.

"Severus, I hear you need help and I'd be more than happy to..."

The Mr. Werewolf rubbed his hands, and sat in a corner of the sofa according to Cyril's instructions, with half of his hips hanging in the air, his back straight, and a serious and sincere expression on his face.

Severus didn't correct the werewolf's familiar address, and his expression wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't bad either.He's calmed down a lot in some ways since being with Cyril.

Benny once discussed this with Lin Jiu in private. This old father was worried about his son. For a while, he always felt that Junior Snape's temper was not good enough. Cyril would definitely suffer all kinds of grievances if he followed him. , Lin Jiu has reservations about this.The two observed for a long time, especially during the time when Cyril brought Severus back to China, they found that Severus was really changing, and he was always very good around Cyril. Control your temper and even take the initiative to be soft and gentle.

Cyril herself was like a kind of softener for the irascible potion masters—no static electricity, smooth bristles, and a lingering fragrance.

Afterwards, Lin Jiu explained the changes in Snape's younger brother with a sentence to her husband who was deeply moved: This is probably the mentality of "a bachelor of ten thousand years" who has a "wife" who is full of everything!

"Just wait and see, my dear. Severus is definitely a 'wife slave', and when the two of them have a baby, his inner dignity will be reduced to nothing!"———The Great Prophecy Home·Baihu Daxianer·See through but not tell through·God is there·Ms. Lin Jiu, who is applying a cucumber mask, asserted.

……

"You may feel a little uncomfortable when you take this potion for the first time, but its biggest advantage is that you don't have to take it on the day of the full moon."

"Oh, you mean... this effectively avoids accidents caused by not taking medicine in time on the day of the full moon! It's really great!" Lupine looked more energetic than before.

Although Severus didn't like this "old enemy", he obviously felt benefited from the compliment and flattery from the other party. The potion master raised his chin subconsciously, and continued with his usual expression: "Yes. Yes, the pharmacology of this potion is different from before. If you take it successfully, Ninny will not faint or transform when the moon is full, but there may be some discomfort, such as hotness...or other things, these need us to further Clinical observation. In addition, it has one of the biggest benefits, of course-this is also our best idea, that is, on a full moon day, your saliva may not be toxic."

Lupine stood up with a "huo", this not-short wizard almost knocked over the coffee table in front of him because of his excitement, but at this moment he had already ignored so much, he almost wanted to walk over and hold it tightly. Severus put his hands in another hug.

But the keen potions master immediately noticed his intentions, and took a step back early, with obsidian eyes full of warning behind his hands.

"Lupine, please don't take revenge," Severus hissed warningly.

"No, no, I'm just too excited to hold back...maybe a hug——?"

Lupine's remaining words disappeared into the potions master's vigilant and disgusted eyes, well, well, maybe for Severus himself, a close hug with one of the Gryffindor robbery foursome is already considered "Repay kindness with revenge".

Cyril stood up in time to ease the atmosphere: "Tomorrow is exactly the full moon. Our suggestion is to take the medicine tonight, and we will accompany you to observe for a day and a night tomorrow. Excuse me, where do you live now?"

Lupine turned back and replied gently and politely: "I recently stayed at a friend's place, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Cyril immediately looked at his partner beside him, fearing that the other party would be furious when he heard that it was the home of a stupid dog.However, Severus just nodded casually without questioning it.Instead, the wizard turned around and explained to Cyril in a low voice: "I heard from Regulus that there is a dungeon under Black's old house, where young trolls and disobedient house elves were imprisoned in the early years. The rumors are very strong. I think it's okay."

Cyril shrugged and said: As long as you think it's okay, I have no problem at all.

The next day.

The two of them settled down to enjoy the peace of the moonlight at night, and went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Black's old house, through the fireplace in Dumbledore's principal's office. They took a series of testing tools and recording instruments, and waited for the night to fall.

After going through a series of events, Sirius seemed to have a stable appearance that an adult should have. He even asked Kreacher to prepare afternoon tea before the two of them arrived——even though Kreacher said in his heart that even if Sirius Not to mention, it will also take the initiative to prepare, and it will be as rich as it wants.

After the two groups of people met, it could still be seen that "Comrade Big Dog" was still in a sad state of mind towards Snape——he expressed that he wanted to be friendly and friendly to the natural stinky face Snape gave him. He couldn't get better, but he didn't dare to lose his temper. He seemed a little aggrieved and depressed.

At the same time, "Comrade Big Dog" showed another extreme attitude toward Cyril.Although Snape and Cyril are credited with rescuing Regulus and helping to take care of his godson, but in view of the husband and wife relationship between these two people, Sirius spontaneously put all his gratitude to him. It poured on the white fox boy.Especially after the first battle of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Sirius had already drawn Sirius as "one of his own" in his heart.

As soon as "My own Cyril" stepped out of the fireplace, his right hand was held and shaken vigorously (the etiquette that Comrade Big Dog learned from Muggles). Sirius looked very excited when he saw him. The prodigal son, who was in the healing period of the second year of middle school, led the white fox boy into the newly renovated living room. On the coffee table in front of him were steaming rooibos tea, freshly baked muffins, cakes and small sandwiches.

"Eat something to fill your belly first, dinner has already started to be prepared, tonight I have to face a difficult task..." The big dog brought him to the sofa familiarly, behind him Snape stared, his face darkened Such as the inner wall of a fireplace.

Sirius withdrew his paws when he caught Snape's gaze, as if he was electrocuted by conditioned reflex. A second later, he probably felt that his reaction was a little timid, coughed dryly, and called Kreacher to pour tea for everyone.

Cyril worried for a second whether his partner would walk away, and then the young white fox quickly grabbed his partner's arm, consciously sat next to Snape, and took care of Severus's mood. After sitting down, he held each other's hand.

Snape didn't let go of the hand he was holding, but instead squeezed it encouragingly. The two of them became in a state of interlaced fingers, and the two wedding rings were shining brightly in the ten fingers.Sirius couldn't bear to look directly and silently moved his head away, ignoring the twitching corners of his eyes, and cast his eyes on the silent friend beside him.Afterwards, the two sat on another sofa.

Lupine took off his coat and only wore a washed and pale checked shirt. He didn't pay attention to the small details in the living room, but silently clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees --- obviously this Mr. Werewolf is nervous.

"Is there any difference in your body from yesterday to now? How do you feel?" Cyril summoned an automatic recording notebook and asked in a business-like manner.

Luping paused, as if he was trying to organize his words, and then said: "I feel normal, and there is no reaction, except that I got up late this morning, and I seem to be prone to sleepiness? But I'm not sure about it...Maybe it's me I was so excited last night, I didn't sleep well in the first half of the night."

Cyril nodded and continued to ask: "What about eating? How's your appetite?"

"everything is normal."

"You're going to the dungeon after dinner tonight. The sooner the better, it's the first experiment after all. I hope you understand."

"no problem."

……

In Lupine's hand was a book that Sirius had given him from the Black's bookshelf to pass the time.He had wanted to say no, because who knew if he would go mad and tear the book to shreds.Sirius smiled and said he didn't care, he had a lot of books in his family (Kreacher slandered the prodigal son behind his back and told Master Rael when he came back).

However, everything was normal, and Lupine glanced at the clock on the wall outside the dungeon. It was half past nine in the evening.Looking up again, there is a small window in the corner of the dungeon ceiling, looking up from here, through that small window, you can just see a full moon.

Lupine felt his eyes a little sour, and he even had the urge to cry.

In fact, he seldom cried, because the more suffering he encountered, the more he would become numb. Lupine, who has passed his thirties, understood a truth early on: for a numb person, tears are a luxury.

But looking at the full moon at this moment, he was more emotional than any sentimental poet. He wanted to cry, even howl.

This is the moon he has never seen since he was four years old.Because as long as the moon is full, he will lose his mind and turn into a monster, biting everything he can touch, and has no time to look up at the beautiful "instigator".

A tear rolled down the fine line at the corner of his eye, and he put the book back on the only small table in the dungeon.Sitting on the ground, looking up at the moon obsessively.

He thought he would hate this moon, but in fact saw it again, questioning his heart, no.

"How is it? Do you feel the heat? Or something else?" Cyril stood at the top of the stairs outside the dungeon, looking down at him, surrounded by the automatic recording notebook and the silent black-haired black-eyed man witch.

Lupine replied loudly from below: "I don't feel cold, but I don't feel very hot either. I am even happy to sing poetry now!"

Then the man sitting on the ground really read aloud to the full moon outside the window: "You quietly poured down the faint light again, covering the valleys and jungles, and once again my whole soul wiped away all the troubles. You sent the autumn waves gently , shining on my garden, watching my fate like the kind eyes of a close friend." [Note] Cyril seemed to be infected by his emotion, and his voice raised a lot: "I didn't expect you to be able to read mahjong." Melon poems!"

"I thought you'd at least ask me, can you recite poems about the moon?" Lupine asked back, throwing his head back.

"That's nothing strange. People are always unconsciously curious about what they fear. By the way, this poetic friend-please put your saliva, blood and tears into these small test tubes Li, thank you."

Cyril waved his wand and made several small test tubes line up to float to Lupine, and Lupine obeyed.

"Keep it up, if you're like this until tomorrow when the sun rises, then you've succeeded."

After putting away the test tube, Cyril reminded the werewolves below in a gentle tone.

"Yes, and wish us luck."