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It was already three days after the incident when Gryffindor went to visit Snape.

Severus Snape was back to mostly normal.He half leaned on the bedside to eat his lunch.

"Severus," the Gryffindor greeted him, "you look better".

Snape responded blankly, put down the knife and fork, motioned Gryffindor to sit on the chair beside the bed, and said, "Rick, I heard your brother is ill, isn't it serious?"

"He's fine, the doctor said he'll get better slowly." Gryffindor sat down and replied.

"He's too young, Rick, you have to stay with him, Lucius said your parents are gone." Snape deliberately emphasized the "too young" and said.

"Yeah," Gryffindor didn't hear anything, and followed Snape's lead, "I'm worried. He's too young now."

Snape raised his eyebrows suspiciously. The reaction that most people should have after hearing someone mention "your parents are gone" was not shown on Gryffindor's face, and he was very concerned about Mr. Snowton's age. The descriptive tone is a bit strange. "He should be a very smart kid."He spoke again.

"Of course", Gryffindor replied, "Sa... Sigmund was always very smart", he changed his words too bluntly.

Snape deepened his suspicion again. It seemed that this Mr. Snowton had also used a pseudonym.It's kind of weird that Rick, as his close brother, has been calling him by a slightly longer name instead of a nickname.

"Aren't you blood brothers?" Snape asked, "You don't look alike at all, and you don't share a last name."

"We," said Gryffindor forcefully, "we are half-brothers."

Snape smirked.Such a lie is really too clumsy.

When Gryffindor didn't know how to continue the conversation, Lucius hurriedly opened the door without even knocking.

"Sir, please go to your room immediately, the situation is not good."

The room was already packed by the time Gryffindor hurried back.

By the time he left, Slytherin, although very lethargic, was feverish and lazily falling asleep.

Now his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were tightly frowned, and he kept coughing, his exposed hands tightly clutching the bed sheet.

"Salazar," said Gryffindor, ignoring the presence of others, stepping over to the bed and taking Slytherin's right hand.

Slytherin seemed to hear it, opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed them.The severe cough made him unable to speak.

"What's going on?" Gryffindor recognized the therapist standing in front, and asked loudly, "It was fine just now!"

"It's happening again, sir." The therapist discussed with his colleagues and turned to answer Gryffindor's question.

"Salazar," Gryffindor gripped his hand tightly, "Salazar, how do you feel now?" He reached out to touch Slytherin's forehead, which was burning badly.

Slytherin tried his best to suppress a wave of coughing, and replied in a strange hoarse voice, "No, it's not right now, Godric."

"You can always tell him not to cough first!" Gryffindor kicked off his shoes and went to bed with Slytherin in his arms, patting him on the back.

"We can't just give him medicine now!" the therapist lost patience with the child's question. "He's only five years old! We can't give him these medicines!"

Gryffindor could feel the unnatural heat on the Slytherin's skin, and his breath was hot too.The Slytherin in his arms grabbed Gryffindor's clothes unconsciously and buried his head in his chest.

"Your Excellency said you were cold not long after you left," Lucius whispered to Gryffindor after returning from the healer.

"Salazar," Gryffindor whispered, wrapping the quilt tightly around Slytherin's body, "you'll be fine, nothing will happen." Panic welled up in his heart like a terrible well. Snow-white froth came, each a painful and ominous whim.

A few healers seemed to have figured it out, and the three of them gathered by the bed and began casting spells, waving their wands at the same time.

The colorful light sank into Slytherin's body, his cough gradually subsided, his hands relaxed, he muttered something in a low voice and fell asleep in Gryffindor's arms.

The healer brought out several other potions. "These must be drunk immediately," he instructed. "He is too young, many medicines cannot be used, and his condition is not easy to stabilize. You must take good care of him."

This time the Slytherin didn't wake up until the next morning.When he woke up, Gryffindor was resting his chin on the top of his hair, wrapping his arms around his back, talking incoherently to himself.

"Salazar, don't worry, I love you, it's my fault, get well soon..."

Severus Snape was talking to his old friend Lucius Malfoy.

"Now you may have learned something, Severus," Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him, "I think your opinion may change."

"It's different, but probably not what you want," Snape replied.

"Just explain to me, Severus," Malfoy refilled his cup of tea.

"What you're doing now, I still don't see any future in it," Snape said with a stubborn face.

"So what exactly are you going to do?" Malfoy decided to speak out.

"He's too young after all, Lucius," Snape said with a sigh of regret, "the future is still far away for his age, and sometimes it even disappears."

"I don't think so," Lucius replied.

"It's not so much what you think, it's the truth," Snape replied, raising an eyebrow. "Five or six-year-olds are very fragile."

Lucius didn't know how to answer, and now Slytherin's illness made him not a little bit worried, after all, this was a big gamble that cost his life. "We can always be kind to others," Lucius finally said.For him, how to deal with the relationship with the Dark Lord now is a difficult problem.Given Lord Slytherin's kinship to the Dark Lord he couldn't do much, but no one could find anything but hostility between the two now.And it seems that Lord Slytherin is also enjoying this situation.

"I'll keep most things as they are in the short term," Snape said with a flat expression. "I need time to think about it, but I'll make a decision as soon as possible."

"I understand," Lucius replied, "and I'll try to weigh it as well."

"That's good."