[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Professor Snape looked at him dubiously, got up, and swept his black robe onto the chair, and before he entered the laboratory, he could smell the burning smell.His steps took a step further, and Malfoy trotted after him.

"I've been concocting potions by the side--suddenly heard a series of strange sounds, I thought it was Mai--she was scared by the snake and couldn't hold it steady, and it turned out..."

"Okay, go and pack your potions first, I don't want to clean up a mess for you today!"

Malfoy exclaimed, his potion!He turned and, with a flick of his wand, cleared all of the boiling potion, he stood nervously aside.

Professor Snape squatted down, frowned and patted Christophe's cheek, it was fine, there was no movement at all. "Resuscitate quickly!" He chanted a spell, but it didn't work.Malfoy gripped his wand tightly, he was trembling: "Professor, will she never wake up?"

"Quiet!" said Professor Snape, he lifted her collar and looked at the burns, but they were all right.He rolled her eyelids, but there was nothing unusual.His eyes fell on Christo's tattered wizard robes, and he tore off the riddled sleeves, revealing a large area of ​​burns.

"Get out!" he yelled suddenly, startling Malfoy beside him.

"professor……"

"Get out! Now! Immediately!"

Malfoy walked towards the door suspiciously, he had never seen Professor Snape lose his composure like this.As he walked, he looked at Christophe who was lying on the ground, with a face like paper and a hideous wound. He wanted to take another look, but Professor Snape spoke again. This time, his voice was much calmer. : "Go get the medicine for burns and scalds in my cabinet, and come in when I tell you to come in."

Malfoy rummaged through the cabinet for a while before finding the medicine he needed.He stood quietly outside the door, his mind was full of Christo—is she going to die?Will she turn into a ghost?Like that myrtle who cries all day.What would Potter say when he found out?Malfoy, you idiot!You killed--no, it had nothing to do with him, but if he could, if he had turned his head a little earlier, perhaps it would have been different... Oh no, shouldn't he be happy now?why is he now...

A white thing flew into the laboratory from in front of him suddenly, and Malfoy held on to the door in shock, he didn't want to stand any longer, a little bit of guilt and fear would fill his brain in a moment of free time.It seemed to him that almost a century had passed.

"Come in." Professor Snape's voice finally sounded, and Malfoy calmed down his messy emotions, and quickly walked in with a medicine bottle.

"Professor, this is medicine." He said, sneaking a glance at Christo, and found that she still had the same expression as before.

"Wipe her on."

"What!" Malfoy almost jumped up, asking him to rub a Gryffindor!Is the professor who is the head of Slytherin confused!

Professor Snape looked down at him, and Malfoy nodded quickly.

Only then did he carefully examine the wound on Christo's body, his faint eyebrows twitched obviously.Poor thing, he muttered in a voice only he could hear.He applied the medicine to Christo's wound, clumsily but gently - if it weren't for the professor's medicine, he really wanted to pour it directly on it.

"Go back after wiping it off." Professor Snape ordered again.

Malfoy reluctantly packed up the medicines, and moved towards the door. He glanced at Professor Snape cautiously, and found that he had taken a bunch of medicines at some point and was brewing them again.

He didn't have the guts to ask about Christo's situation, so he said in a muffled voice: "Then professor, I'm going back to the common room." He hoped that the professor would suddenly change his mind, but all he got was a hmm—— Professor Snape dismissed him directly.

A strange smell was slowly emanating from the laboratory in the cellar. If Christo was awake, she would have opened her mouth in surprise, because Professor Snape had mixed several vials of precious potions together.A thick white mist rose from the cauldron, hiding the expression of the person making the medicine.

After a while, Professor Snape poured the viscous liquid into the glass bottle, he cast a spell to cool it down, and then he poured it into Kristall's mouth.

He stood up and put the empty bottle aside.Without any expression, he quickly waved his wand, as if directing a symphony with ups and downs. The bottle flew into the cabinet before it had time, fell to the ground, and broke into several pieces.

"Are you awake?" The voice was still icy cold.

"Yes, Professor." Krystal said in a low voice. She fell asleep during the process of refining the potion. The professor must be very angry.She tried hard to stand up, only to find that her hands were covered with burns and scalds, and the cold ointment could not completely suppress the burning pain.

"Then, can Miss McMillan, who is already awake, tell me frankly how that thing on your left arm came about—" He suddenly turned his head, staring at Christo sternly with night-like eyes.

"Left arm?" Christo raised his arm in a daze and looked, "What's there?"

Professor Snape's wand slipped down immediately, and his voice seemed to be colder again: "See for yourself what's there?" A white light fell on Christophe's skin, and some dark gray floated up , "Look for yourself!" He said again, and Christo clearly felt his anger, but she really didn't know what was so irritating about it.

"This is the bruise from the encounter with the troll in the bathroom last time." She summoned up her courage and said loudly.

"Bruises?" Professor Snape seemed even angrier, "I never knew Miss McMillan that you are an out-and-out idiot!" He didn't use any rhetoric, but the straightforward words made Chris more His face turned red all of a sudden.

"Professor!" she exclaimed indignantly.

"The revealing potion is coming!" He waved his wand, without looking at catching the flying medicine bottle, he pulled Christo's arm and poured the potion on his arm: "Open your eyes! You How many splendens do you have in your head to think it's a bruise! Don't tell me you can't even feel the most basic pain! Take a good look!"

The potion slid down the skin, and something was gradually revealed. Christophe's sapphire blue eyes instantly bulged like copper bells: "No... no... this will happen..." She murmured in despair , Suddenly, she picked up the wand and cast a spell on her arm like crazy, but on her fair skin, the long snake mark that pierced the skull still existed, and it seemed to take root from her blood vessels Sprout, no matter how she tosses, it will not diminish.

"Professor—" she turned her head pitifully, grabbed the hem of his robe, and shook it desperately, "Can you help me get rid of it, you can! You know I'm most afraid of snakes! I don't want it, I don't want it On my body!"

Professor Snape looked at her with complicated eyes. He seemed to want to cut open her frightened face with his eyes, and look directly at the true face of her heart, but he saw nothing but tears and helplessness. He opened his eyes. Opening his mouth, he struggled to choke on what he wanted to say.

She was only 11 years old, she lost her memory, she didn't know anything... He took out a white medicine bottle and rubbed the plaster on the mark on Christo's left arm. He stared at her and moved lip.

A trance appeared on Christo's face.

"Ah, Professor..." Her eyes suddenly brightened again, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I don't know what happened just now..."

"Having fainted, right? I've seen it before. Miss McMillan fainted in public once on the Sorting Hat, didn't she?" Professor Snape sneered and stood up.

Krystal whispered a word of recovery, and her burned torn wizard robe grew two long sleeves, covering her wounds.

"Professor, there won't be a next time." Even if Professor Snape didn't say it, she couldn't tolerate such a mistake when she made the potion. Potion is a rigorous art... Her thoughts of self-blame were sharply suppressed. The voice cut off.

"No next time? Miss McMillan, are you vouching for me with your worrying head?" He slammed the potion he had just brewed in front of her: "Drink an ounce every day! From the next class Let’s start learning how to prepare this potion.” He looked down at the shocked Christo, his big hooked nose cast a shadow, “Miss McMillan, have you ever wondered why you are not tall?”

Christo took the potion mechanically.

"I've been tossing around for a long time tonight, go out and bring it to the door!" Professor Snape issued the order to evict the guest.He swept the few pieces of broken glass into the trash can and walked to the office.Christo looked at his back with some doubts, Professor Snape was acting strange tonight.Glancing at the clock, she realized it was past 09:30, put the potion in her pocket and ran out.

"Ouch!" She couldn't help screaming after being bumped into her wound, she looked up and found Malfoy glaring at her angrily.

"Why are you here?" Christo asked in surprise, she was pulled aside by Ernie.

"Kerry, are you okay?" Ernie eyed her nervously.

Malfoy curled his lips contemptuously: "I just don't want someone who can't wait for his precious sister and rushes into the professor's office—you know I always respect the professor." He whistled loudly, "It seems It's a pity that you are alive and kicking again, McMillan." His eyes sparkled under the dim light, "Goodbye, I hope to have the opportunity to dissect live snakes next time, it must be very interesting."

"Malfoy!"

"Brother..." Christo tugged on Ernie's sleeve, "I want to rest."

Ernie was in a bad mood along the way, but he couldn't blame Christo for letting that shameless kid escape.In front of the school hospital, Christo whispered: "Brother, you don't know, but he saved my life..." When she said this, she felt a little complicated.

She knew very well that she was completely unconscious when she was in a coma, and the wound under the sleeve was so hideous, if he had evil thoughts in his heart——

"Maybe, I'll have to lie here for half a month."

Ernie looked a little better.

Christo knocked on the door and walked in. Madam Pomfrey was packing up the medicines. When she saw the wound on Christo's arm, she yelled at Ernie, "Men, get out!"

"Brother, help me tell Hermione that I won't be going back tonight." Christophe said quickly, lest Mrs. Pomfrey take her anger out on Ernie.

"You children, can't you be more careful! I almost thought you rolled in the fireplace."

"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey."

"Who drugged you? Did he think he was creaming a cake?"

"Well, I was in a coma at that time, just like last time. Ma'am, I don't know anything." Christo said innocently, she couldn't help but draw the corners of her lips, she could think with a single hair It can be seen that it must be the masterpiece of the young master of the Malfoy family, and his expression at that time must be as ugly as drinking a glass of freshly squeezed bitter melon juice.

Madam Pomfrey frowned: "Forget it, in order not to waste such a good potion, I'll just put a bandage on you." She waved her wand, and the white bandage wrapped Christo's arm into two sticks , The neck and collarbone were also covered with gauze.

"Sleep well and don't think about anything." She gave Chris an extra cup of hot milk with medicine.Chris stuck out her tongue, fortunately, there is this, otherwise, she would not be able to sleep tonight, she touched the medicine bottle in her arms, and closed her eyes.