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In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone through the chiffon curtains into their bedroom.

Slytherin woke up early from years of habit and felt a throbbing pain in his temple.After he fell asleep last night, he was woken up again, and he drank some wine before falling asleep again.The lack of sleep and the effects of alcohol made this young body overwhelmed and protested.He slowly moved out of Gryffindor's arms with his eyes closed, and put the soft, fluffy down pillow on his head again.The house in Malfoy Manor not only has a fireplace, but also a magic circle to adjust the temperature. The temperature is like spring all year round, but he feels a little cold.

Slytherin sighed, it seems that some things have to be done by others.He pushed Gryffindor.

Three or four times later Gryffindor rolled over and woke up. "Salazar," he opened his eyes, looking at Slytherin.

"Godric, something has happened to your friend," Slytherin said softly, keeping an eye on Gryffindor in case the latter lost control again.

Gryffindor blinked, then came to his senses and asked, "You mean, Severus?"

"Yes," Slytherin closed his eyes again when he saw that there was nothing unusual about him, and explained, "The Cruciatus Curse is abused, and the nerve damage is quite troublesome." He had originally planned to see Severus today.To be honest, he felt that this Mr. Snape was not completely worthless.

"I've got to go and see," Gryffindor sat up from the bed and quickly dressed.It wasn't until he got out of bed that he realized that Slytherin was still under the covers with his eyes closed.

"Salazar," Gryffindor walked into the head of the bed and sat down beside him, "Aren't you going?"

"I'm a little sick," Slytherin replied in a low voice, feeling a little cold, and he stretched out his hands to tuck the covers tightly.

"We'd better go together," said Gryffindor, reaching out to pull the Slytherin up.

"No," Slytherin said, pulling his hand away, covering half of his face with the quilt, "I have a headache, I want to sleep a little longer."

Gryffindor became worried, "Salazar," he called Slytherin, and stretched out his hand to pull back the covers.The Slytherins dodged to one side uncooperatively.

Gryffindor felt that the temperature of the skin under his fingers was not right. He became anxious, climbed into bed, and threw back the covers.

An unnatural blush appeared on the Slytherin's pale cheeks, and the Gryffindor reached up and tried his forehead.

piping hot.

"You have a fever!" Gryffindor couldn't help feeling annoyed.Although Slytherin is five years old now, he is an adult after all, so why is he sick!

Slytherin opened his eyes a little in surprise, and then closed them again.The headache continued to intensify, his body felt chilly, and he felt that even the sun was starting to glaring his eyes. "Then get a therapist, Godric," he mumbled, and fell asleep.

Gryffindor half-dragged him, put him on the bed, wrapped him tightly, and called for the house-elf.

A few moments later the Malfoy family healer appeared with Lucius.

After a few weeks of testing, a therapist made a diagnosis.

"It's pneumonia," he said.

The expressions of the two people present changed together.None of them thought that Slytherin would fall ill.

"The patient is too young," the therapist said sternly, "some medicines can't be used, and the recovery will be slower." He quickly wrote out a prescription and used several healing spells at the same time.

When the healer and Lucius left, Gryffindor woke up Slytherin with the potion.

"Drink both", he put the potion bottle on the bedside table, and drank his share - the healer thought he might be contagious and wanted to prevent it.

Slytherin picked up a bottle silently, but felt dizzy for a while.

Gryffindor supported him in time, sighed, picked up his own pillow and put Slytherin on the head of the bed for him to lean on, then picked up the potion himself, opened it and gave him a drink slowly.

After drinking the medicine, Gryffindor called the elves and brought breakfast to Slytherin and himself.

Gryffindor gave Slytherin some orange juice first, and then planned to give him some bread.

"I don't want to eat," said Slytherin, frowning and closing his eyes, "I'm tired."

Gryffindor told him to lie down, sat on the edge of the bed and spoke sternly.

"Salazar, you must have eaten or drank something again. You are five years old now, you have to remember that," he said as he pulled the quilt tight on him.

"Don't talk about it, I'm tired," Slytherin said in a low voice, taking his hand, "Go and see your friends first, then come back and stay with me, Godric."

"I'll wait until you fall asleep." Gryffindor sat down with the quilt covering his lower body, picked up two slices of toast and ate slowly, "Salazar, you'd better eat some, you'll be hungry in a while."

Slytherin closed his eyes without responding.By the time Gryffindor finished his breakfast, he was fast asleep.

Gryffindor hesitated for a while, and finally called the elf to clean up the dishes, got into the quilt by himself, hugged Slytherin's abnormally hot body, and gradually fell asleep with him.

Also indulging in sleep was Severus Snape.

He was thrown out of the venue shortly after he fainted. Fortunately, the Malfoy family's eyeliner spotted him.He got timely treatment and it was only a matter of time before he woke up.Lucius came to visit him from time to time, and a few elves were always by his side.

In the afternoon, Slytherin woke up from a coma, and Gryffindor was still lying beside him, reading a book quietly.

The Slytherin laughed softly, his voice hoarse with thirst.

Gryffindor laughed in surprise and turned the book upside down on the bed. "Finally woke up, Salazar." He reached out to touch his forehead again, "The temperature has dropped." He picked up the water glass beside the bed, tapped it with his wand, filled it with warm water and handed it to Slytherin.

Slytherin sat up slightly and drank most of the glass of water.Gryffindor had asked the elf for his missed lunch.

Slowly, the Slytherin ate half of his usual portion of food, and put down his knife and fork.

After cleaning up the mess, Gryffindor sat by the bed and handed him the potion again.

"Going to see Mr. Snape?" Slytherin asked, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Not yet, I'll go when you fall asleep this time," Gryffindor replied.

"Godric," said the Slytherin, smiling, "it's good you're not really crazy".