Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril stared blankly at the crystal ball at hand, unable to escape from the turbulent emotions.

He looked back at the professor who was still sleeping on the bed, his nose was slightly sore.

Walking gently to the bedside, he looked at the wizard who was not breathing evenly because of illness.The boy traced the gully between the professor's eyebrows, the straight and dense eyelashes, the thin lips and the straight, big nose with his eyes.

A drop of tears flowed out quietly from the socket of the eye, and it dripped on the professor's face with a "pada".The boy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in a panic, then gently wiped away the tears on the professor's cheeks, looked at the time, three hours had passed since he entered the professor's memory.

Cyril picked up the cup on the table, poured warm water, and gently helped the professor to drink some with his own hands.

After the baptism of a series of "tragic memories" just now, the boy has subtle changes in his heart. He has walked the path of the professor and seen everything the professor has experienced-perhaps these are the most unbearable in the eyes of the professor.

But all this made the boy feel a strong feeling of strangeness and a protective mentality from the bottom of his heart, and Cyril was experiencing a transformation of his own psychological state.

He has never experienced hardship since he was a child, and his family is happy and harmonious, open-minded and interesting, economically prosperous, free from hunger, violence, isolation, and abuse.

He never knew that apart from the textbooks, there are people in this world who are actually experiencing these things...

Heartache, frustration, and unspeakable pain.He couldn't help but want to get closer to the elder he respected and loved the most, and couldn't help but feel sorry for his inferiority complex liking and love.I feel sorry for him who secretly likes others.

Even a little frustrated that he was born too late.

What if I enroll with the professor at the same time?

I might become good friends with him...

But first I have to pester him to let him teach me English, and then he is so good at potions, I can hug his thigh, and let him teach me potions by the way, it’s also good, and then... maybe I’m too annoying, so I’ll be " Fuchsia"...? ? ?

Cyril shuddered at the thought.

That little boy with a prickly head was always unapproachable.

The boy who felt that his thoughts were unrealistic silently closed his mind.

But what does it matter, he is now almost the person closest to the professor in the whole school, and in the future, he will become the professor's best friend and a partner walking side by side.Cyril was even willing to join him in protecting Lily's boy with the same eyes as hers.

It sounds good to guard the son of his first love with him... right...

By the way, what's the name of that kid?

Harry...

emmm... I don't have any impression, I probably haven't enrolled yet.

so!Everything is in time!

Cyril clenched his fists as a villain in his heart, revived with full blood, and cheered up.

"Brain Tonic Emperor" Cyril laid the professor flat on the bed, calculated the time, and needed to make the second dose of Bahrain Potion.The boy left the room gently, checked that Ping An was still at the professor's bedside, and closed the door from the outside.

Back in the professor's laboratory, Cyril carefully read the usage materials of the second potion, calmed down and started preparations.The boy silently made up his mind that he would study hard from today on, be on his own as soon as possible, become the professor's assistant as soon as possible, and then work with him...

What are you doing together?Cyril hasn't figured it out yet.It's good to learn knowledge together like this now.

In short, thinking about it, he has been with the professor since he entered the school, and he will be like this in the future.

The boy handled a handful of tigertail roots, happily planning his future, and forcibly tied himself to the professor in his heart.

"Boom!" - "BANG!"

The door of the laboratory was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and then slammed against the wall fiercely.

Cyril was seriously handling the materials in his hands, but was startled by the loud noise.Turning around in panic, I saw the professor who was supposed to be resting on the bed was half leaning against the door frame, panting loudly.

"Professor...you?" Cyril's heart was pounding, a little uncertain about the professor's current state.

"Get out." Snape said coldly, leaning against the door for a while.

"Huh? I... sorry?" Cyril was still immersed in the state of the professor's grief because of the loss of Lily, a little dazed, holding the root of the tiger's tail in his hand blankly, at a loss.

"I said: Get out!" Snape's face was pale, his obsidian eyes misaligned with Cyril's gray-green eyes, and he tilted his head slightly, with an expression that could not be refused.

Sirel paused, carefully observed the professor's face, and said slowly: "I didn't take out that crystal ball on purpose..."

"OUT!" Snape turned his head suddenly, stared fiercely at the boy in front of him, and interrupted what he was going to say in embarrassment.

"Okay, professor, you have a good rest."

Cyril forced himself to calm down... Gently picked up his own interspatial bag on the table, put the materials on the table into the bag, checked the books on the table again, and came out of the laboratory.

When passing by the professor, he could still feel the professor's unnatural stiffness and heavy breathing.

"I'm sorry. You go to rest." Cyril whispered.

"Don't come here again." The professor replied coldly.

The boy paused, picked up the school uniform coat on the sofa, walked towards the door, turned his head slightly, the wizard in a crumpled shirt and trousers leaned against the door frame, and pulled a shirt corner out of his trousers. With his back to him, motionless.

The door to the head of Slytherin was opened, and then closed quietly again.

The room was silent.

The wizard standing in the room didn't move for a long time, as if it had merged with the door frame on the wall, becoming a lifeless decoration.In the end, he exhausted all his strength, slowly squatted down and sat down against the wall, staring at the half-open book on the experimental table in a daze.

Cyril's side was also having a hard time. The boy walked out of the dean's office, holding his school uniform and didn't know where to go for a moment. The calmness he had tried to maintain just now was instantly shattered.Leaning blankly against the wall of the corridor outside, his head was completely empty, and his stomach, which hadn't eaten for nearly ten hours, began to protest.

Everything sucks, doesn't it? — the boy asked himself silently.

When the professor was insulted by the "big tree branch", Lily came to comfort him. Didn't you see how he behaved?You read his most unbearable memory, what else do you think?Even if he was scolded by him as a "little half-blood monster", it's already counted... ——Syril lowered her head, her overly long bangs covered her misty gray-green eyes.

What kind of curse is a "little half-breed monster", he should take a wand and "forget all about you" and turn you into a big fool whose memory is only 3 years old.Then it was logical to be dismissed by Hogwarts. ——The corner of the boy's mouth ticked mockingly.

Staring at the space bag in his hand, Cyril suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore, and now he just wanted to hide in a corner where there was no one around, so that no one could find him. ——Cyril stood up straight and took a slow step.

Where can I go without being noticed... Cyril aimlessly wandered in the corridor holding the robe with his left hand and the space bag with his right hand.

What is the professor doing now?Are you feeling better?Can he do it without taking medicine?

Take medicine! ! !

Cyril stood up straight suddenly, remembering the second dose of Bahrain Potion.The one-stop nature of potions, the same series of potions is best completed by the same person, after all, everyone's magic power output and branding are different.

Cyril stopped and looked straight at the space bag in his hand. He had the materials, so he checked his mind and remembered the steps.

It's amazing... When Snape got angry, he forced himself to find something to do, and put the potion in his bag in a panic.The professor was probably also dizzy with anger, and he didn't stop...

There is a place in the brain that is restored to function that is extremely suitable for making potions!The boy felt that some details needed him to confirm.

Following the memory of the professor, after three hours, Cyril reappeared in this strange but familiar place.

It is hard to imagine that ten years later, this place is still exactly the same as the professor remembered.

Cyril remembered the idiom that Benny said a year ago when he returned to England and saw the busy wizarding world: Things are different.

This is probably how it feels, the same place, but this time he is standing here alone.

Cyril looked at the hallway between the tapestry depicting Barnabas the Dork training dwarves to dance the ballet and the human-sized vases with a sore nose.

The grievance and fear make this boy who is less than 13 years old a little vulnerable at the moment.

Wiping his eyes, Cyril tried hard to recall how he entered that magical room at that time, as if he had to walk back and forth three times?

Cyril walked back and forth with his things in his arms, following the appearance of little Snape in his memory, and walked around three times devoutly, looking expectantly at the wall where a door should have appeared, but nothing changed.

The result was not surprising, because Cyril also felt that it was impossible to be so simple.

Cyril decided to think about it again... It must not be a spell, he was sure that Snape hadn't said anything.

The first circle: The professor looked serious and pious at the time, and took the left foot first... no, the right foot.Then walked past the door, waiting for the little house he wanted the potion to show up...

The second lap: It seems to be no different from the first lap, the professor is still in the same posture... seems to be walking a little faster?Probably because he was in a hurry to enter the magical small room with all kinds of supplies for making potions.

The third circle: It seems that the professor walked faster... He must really want to make potions, but how did he find the small room for making potions?

Cyril lowered his head, staring at his shoes, walking back and forth, trying to figure out what details he had overlooked at the time, what was Professor Snape thinking at the time...

And a magical change slowly appeared on that blank wall, and a door quietly appeared.

Have!Is there some mechanism on the wall? He only thinks about the professor's steps. What if there is an activation mechanism?

Cyril looked up excitedly, and caught off guard a door he had been thinking about.