After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Sisi, you stay here, I will go and call Severus over myself." Celeste made a decision quickly.

Fleury was puzzled: "Can't we just ask the patronus to call him over?" They were so familiar with Severus, Severus would definitely come for such a big thing. Phil's condition was really scary, and she was worried that she wasn't taking good care of him.

Celeste spoke quickly: "Sisi, you forgot that Hogwarts is on holiday now. He is probably staying in his little house in Spinner's End making potions. If he opens the ban, the Patronus can't get in! I'll be back soon!"

Fleury suddenly realized that this was indeed something Severus could do.

After Celeste left, she looked at Yang Mei without blinking. The magic factor in the room was indeed much more stable because of the magnetic field stabilizer, but Yang Mei's condition seemed to be developing in a worse direction!

His fair skin kept cracking, healing, and cracking again, and this cycle continued until his entire body was soaked in blood.

Fresse was in tears and couldn't bear to watch it, but she didn't know what might go wrong if she didn't watch it, so she just stood there crying and staring.

Yang Mei sighed deeply in her heart. What was going on?

It turned out that his previous frustration and impulse to tear down the house were all because it was a precursor to Jasmine's riot. If he hadn't recited the Pure Heart Sutra in his mind, it would have been at most a small riot, just like the magical riot of other ordinary children.

As a result, he didn't know that his magic power was about to riot, and thought that it was just the nature of a child, so he thought that reciting the Heart Purification Sutra twice would be enough. But now, he has recited himself into this half-dead dog's character.

Life is not easy, Yang Mei sighed.

Fortunately, there were no acquaintances from the Honghuang area here, otherwise he would have been greatly embarrassed.

It's not a big deal, this life will pass quickly.

Not long after, Celeste came back in a hurry, dragging Severus Snape with her.

"Severus, come and check on Phil!" Florence gave up her position so that Snape could see more clearly.

If you look closely, you can see that Snape is wearing his potion-making work robe, and the smell of the potion is so strong that it's choking.

Of course there is a reason for this. Under normal circumstances, even if Snape had been brewing potions for a week, the smell wouldn't be so strong.

It was Celeste who broke into his alchemy room, and Snape unexpectedly added an extra drop of baboo tuber pus into the crucible, causing the crucible to explode and the potion to spill all over Snape.

If he hadn't had the antidote ready at home, he would have been following Celeste to Selwyn Mansion with pus-filled cheeks.

Snape looked at the unconscious child on the bed and waved his thirteen and a half inch birch wand at him, and the colorful wand swirled around Yang Mei's body.

Celeste put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and the couple anxiously waited for Snape's test results.

"It's not a good situation." Snape said bluntly, "He might be a Squib."

Flores's nails dug deeply into her palms. The pain made her brain clearer and she did not faint on the spot.

Celeste said with a sullen face, "Is it because of this magic riot? I know Phil's magic riot is a bit serious, but, but how did it become a dud?"

At this moment, he was not the patriarch of the Selwyn family, nor was he the chief justice of the Wizengamot. He was just an ordinary father who loved his young son.

"The key is that before this magic riot, your son had been suppressing the magic in his body for some unknown reason, which caused the backlash and led to an unprecedentedly serious magic riot and extremely serious consequences." Snape was also very angry when he said this, "How did you teach your children? How could he suppress his magic?!"

"This, this..." The couple looked at each other, their eyes blank.

"Severus, Phil is only three years old, he is still young..." Fleury was a little incoherent, her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton.

"He may be young, but he has already started learning alchemy!" Snape found it outrageous that this little brat Phoenix Selwyn could even do alchemy, but he didn't even know these basic common sense of the wizarding world!

Celeste and Floris's expressions froze for a moment.

"Let's not talk about this for now, Severus, is there any way to treat Phil? Even if he is a squib, he will always be the most honorable young master of the Selwyn family, but this child likes magic, and I don't want to make him sad." Celeste looked at Yang Mei with tenderness in his eyes.

Snape snorted lightly: "It can be cured. Becoming a Squib is just the worst outcome."

After Yang Mei drank a bowl of magic potion that smelled like stinky socks, at least she woke up successfully.

"Yue~" Yang Mei's face turned green.

It was hard to tell whether he woke up because of the effect of the potion or was simply woken by nausea.

After Yang Mei woke up, her expression was rather dull, and she just looked at Snape with a very complicated look.

Snape was rarely annoyed by him.

"I assume you have something to ask me?"

Yang Mei still had that complicated look in her eyes: "Dear Severus, I just think that if you keep making such unpalatable potions, won't you lose merit?"

Snape's sallow face twitched fiercely. What? Merit? This seemed to be a term used in distant Eastern countries. If he hadn't read so many books, he wouldn't have understood what this little brat was talking about!

His eyes fell on Yang Mei's smooth forehead, and his fingers couldn't help but move, as if he wanted to knock a big bump on that smooth head!

But he finally held back. The little brat was only three years old. Why would he bother with a three-year-old? Although the child had already learned the basics of alchemy...

Snape made a big donkey face and said, "Drink the medicine on the table."

Yang Mei looked at the bowl of green bubbling potion on the table and fell into a long silence. Would this potion really not work after drinking it? In a moment of urgency, he stared at the bowl of potion in a daze and didn't even reach out to take it.

"I'm assuming your ears aren't blocked by splendens, so you should be able to hear what I'm saying. Drink the medicine, now, immediately!"

Yang Mei couldn't help but shudder when she heard Snape's sinister voice coming from above her head.

Woohoo, Severus must be taking revenge on him for saying that he would lose merit for making such a terrible potion!

Yang Mei was complaining in her heart, then she pouted and reached out to take the medicine on the table and drank it in one gulp, then quickly threw a handful of grapefruit candies into her mouth.

As long as he eats the candy fast enough, the sweetness will catch up with the smell of the stinky socks that entered his mouth first!

"Yue!" Yang Mei ran to the bathroom with a distorted face and spit all the grapefruit candy into the trash can.

Shit! The two flavors reacted chemically in his mouth, turning it into the taste of mud that had been stepped on by a toad!

A smile flashed in Snape's eyes. He would never admit that he deliberately did not stop the kid from eating grapefruit candy!

……

The potion that Snape brewed that smelled like stinky socks was so toxic that Yang Mei couldn't sleep at night after drinking it. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt like she had eaten the stinky socks into her mouth.

In order to get rid of the poison of the potion as soon as possible, he worked hard, stayed up all night, and solved all the messy problems in his body.

The next day, Yang Mei stared at the two big dark circles under her eyes and told her parents and Snape that she was healed. The three adults definitely didn't believe her, so Snape swung his wand again to check Yang Mei from head to toe.

"It's okay." Snape looked a little strange. Not only was he okay, he seemed to be even better. Was the potion he made this time so powerful?

Although Celeste and Floris always got O in their potions exams when they were in school, it did not mean that they would continue to study potions after graduation. The little knowledge they learned in school had long been returned to the teachers.

So when Snape said Yang Mei was fine, Celeste and Florence were really relieved.

"Thank you so much this time, Severus." Celeste looked at Snape sincerely, "You know, the Selwyn family is your forever friend."

Fleur glared at Celeste and said, "Don't say such nonsense! Severus, it is precisely because we are good friends that we cannot let you suffer any loss. I have found a lot of rare potion materials from the Selwyn family's warehouse. I'm sure you will like them."

"Thank you, Fleury." Snape nodded slightly. He really liked these.

"Why not let my Phil learn potions from you?" Celeste said suddenly. He only had a little idea when he spoke, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.

Severus Snape is the de facto heir of the Prince family, a family of potions. He is also the greatest potion master of this century and the head of Slytherin College at Hogwarts. It would be great if he were willing to teach his own children.

Yang Mei’s head was full of question marks.

What are you talking about, daddy? !

Snape, the other party involved, did not expect Celeste to say this suddenly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I assume you are not so old and confused that you have forgotten how old your son is this year."

"Uh..." Yes, his son Phil just celebrated his third birthday not long ago.

Fleury couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "Severus, don't worry about him. There is a saying in the East that 'pregnancy makes a woman stupid for three years'. I think in our family, this person is the one who is stupid for three years!"

Snape noticed with his sharp eyes that the little ball next to him, who was not even as tall as his thigh, seemed to be relieved, and he couldn't help but have bad thoughts.

"Phoenix is ​​still too young. Not only is it too early for him to learn potions, it's also too early for him to learn alchemy. If you haven't lost your memory, you should still remember the lesson you learned not long ago. I suggest that you don't let him touch any experimental equipment for at least the next five years. A three-year-old brat who doesn't even know all the characters, you just let him do whatever he wants!"

Looking at the expressions of his parents who approved of him, Yang Mei knew that from today on, he would not be able to enter his beloved alchemy laboratory for a long time in the future.

He looked at Snape with resentment. What kind of hatred or grudge is this? Why are you trying to trick me like this? !

Snape felt relieved. Every child who didn't want to learn potions should be punished.

……

After Snape left Selwyn's house, Celeste and Fleury locked Yang Mei's alchemy laboratory. Before locking it, they searched the outside of the laboratory to make sure that there were no alchemical materials and equipment left outside.

"Phil, Severus is right, so don't mess with these things for a while. Don't let me know that you are trying to sneak in, or I will let Poke watch you." Florence said with a slight warning, narrowing her eyes.

“What if I sneak in…” Yang Mei stretched out her hand tentatively.

Fulaisi stretched out her hand and gestured in front of Yang Mei, and said maliciously: "Then I will have no choice but to let your dad spank you."

Help, help!

Yang Mei lay down. If he didn't want to go in, then he wouldn't go in. He was not some alchemy fanatic. He just thought it was interesting so he studied it for a while. In fact, he was still a nerd at heart.

After a week of eating and sleeping, and occasionally going to the yard to feed the fish, Celeste finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Phil, are you still feeling unwell? Do you want daddy to call Severus over to take a look at you?"

To Yang Mei, Snape was equated with potions that smelled like stinky socks. At least for the time being, he didn't want to see Snape again.

"No, Daddy, I'm not feeling uncomfortable anywhere." Yang Meixin said, "I feel extremely comfortable now," and he shouted "Poke" into the air.

The house-elf appeared with a bang.

"Poker, help me get some cut pineapple. Remember to soak it in salt water!"

"Okay, little master." Poke bowed and disappeared.

Celeste now truly believed that his son was fine.

Yang Mei was amused. He inexplicably remembered that when he was in the first small world, he accidentally surfed the Internet and saw someone saying that she was a good sleeper. Once she slept for more than ten hours in a row. Her parents knocked on the door outside her bedroom but she didn't wake up. Finally, they had to pry the door open. She was awakened by her mother who slapped her in the face because her mother said she thought she was dead.

In order to reassure his parents, Yang Mei made a schedule for his life, including but not limited to reading in the library of the old house, eating, sleeping, walking the dog and playing with the cat... Isn't this a standard retirement life? Tell me, it saves him decades of detours!

……

Since it was basically a foregone conclusion that Yang Mei would go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to attend school when she was eleven years old, Yang Mei planned to study "Hogwarts, A History of the School" carefully.

After reading it, Yang Mei felt that it was not good enough. What's the use of just knowing the history of the magic school? So he asked Poker to find him "A History of Magic" written by Bathilda Bagshot. As far as he knew, this book was a must-read for the first year of Hogwarts, so he read it now as a preview.