Remembrance

Li Cai said to Snape: "Professor Snape, you can actually go to work first, the professors should be busy right now."

"It's okay." Snape finally spoke, and the moment he spoke, Harry found his position accurately, "You have limited mobility, I'll take you back later," and after all, he couldn't hold back, hesitating "Do you remember the dream you had before?"

Harry shook his head regretfully: "I always feel as if there is some voice telling me that I don't need to remember those dreams. After I wake up, I will forget them completely, and now I want to recall them but I can't remember them."

"Is that so..." Snape looked at him smiling, and had an answer in his heart.

It is effective to use Black to stimulate Harry's memory, but the cage he cast for himself is too tough. Once the memory is loosened, the depths of his soul will automatically issue an order to stop him from recalling the past.

He murmured Blake's name and his own name before, which was a manifestation of loose memory, but when he was in doubt, his body's instincts prevented him from continuing to think, so he passed out without warning and did not hurt him. Body.

If even Black couldn't stimulate Harry's memory, what else could he do?

☆, the so-called comfort

Harry is actually used to the quiet environment. After Harry and Tom came to school, he was alone at home all day in peace. There were no neighbors around the place where they lived. Harry gave the house a little protection. , plus he has no friends, and no one at home comes to visit. When he is alone, he either reads Braille or basks in the sun on the deck chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He can while away the afternoon with a plate of snacks by the lounge chair.

But this is without people.

Right now he knows that there is such a person by his side, but this person is not good at speaking. According to the past situation, such an atmosphere should make him feel suffocated, but the strange thing is that at this moment, he does not have any discomfort.

It seemed that Snape was by his side for granted.

Lowering his head, he chuckled, it was all caused by the strange dream before, and now he is starting to think wildly.

"Uncomfortable?" Snape sat beside him, looked at him with his head down, and asked in a low voice.

Only after the other party spoke could he be sure where the other party was. Harry sighed inwardly, and replied, "No, probably because of the nightmare he had before, so there was some confusion."

Regarding the things before he lost his sight, he wanted to search with all his heart, but he couldn't find any clues for a long time. When Tom and little Harry came to his side, he had stopped thinking about looking for the past.

But the dream he had before reminded him of something vaguely. Although he couldn't remember clearly, he knew that it was not a happy thing. Otherwise, the silence he has long been accustomed to should not have brought him such sadness. .

He heard the footsteps of the man away from the bed, as if he walked aside and fiddled with some bottles and cans, and there was a faint sound of water echoing, and then he heard the footsteps approaching him, and a scent of fragrance wafted into his nostrils .

"Try." The edge of the bed caved in slightly, and Snape sat beside him, passing a cup into his hand.

Harry took the cup, took a sip, and the sweet liquid poured into his mouth, bringing a little chill, which instantly cleared up his cloudy head, but after he swallowed it, it became warm again. It slid all the way into the stomach and spread to the limbs.

The previous muddled emotions dissipated a lot at once, and he couldn't help but drink a few more mouthfuls, until he finished the glass, he breathed out a sigh of relief, and returned the glass to Snape: "Is this a potion? "

Snape said "Yes", and put the cup by his bedside, "But you can't drink too much, it will refresh you, if you drink too much, you will become dependent, at most one bottle a week, I just diluted it with water .”

"I remember children often complaining about the taste of potions in the hospital wing," Harry thought of the complaints he had heard from children before, and couldn't help chuckling. "If you can improve the taste of potions, why not improve them?"

"So that this group of mindless guys come here frequently to find juice?" Snape raised his eyebrows and asked back, "The potions provided to the medical wing are not freshly made, they are boiled in batches and sealed in bottles. After a certain period of time, it will definitely affect the taste of the potion itself, but if the effect has not changed, I don't think I care much about their taste."

"Then what's the matter with this bottle?" Harry pointed to the cup by the bed, "Isn't this bottle of potion freshly made?" But when he just drank it, it tasted very good, a bit like a Muggle refrigerator Frozen sugar water, but not so sweet and greasy.But he felt that based on what he had just learned from Snape's words, he should be one of those who disdained to waste time doing such things.

Snape wasn't sure whether to tell the truth, but in the end he was still unwilling to lie to Harry: "This is done according to your physical condition, and it won't work for others."

This is a mixture of palliatives and tranquilizers that Harry used to drink during the war. When Harry learned Occlumency, Voldemort tried every means to connect to Harry's brain and force Harry to watch him punish people. At the later stage of the process, after discovering that Harry's resistance was getting stronger and stronger, he tried to destroy Harry's brain. This potion was made at that time, and it was very effective in soothing the soul, but it could not be used for a long time. For a while, Harry kept it secret. Then they could drink a bottle a day, and then they suffered a lot to get rid of their dependence on this potion.

Although no one would invade Harry's brain now, considering the instability of his soul, Snape still made this potion, never expecting to use it one day.

Harry was a little surprised when he heard this: "For me?"

"I still have two bottles over there, because the potion you used before was made by Riddle, and now Madam Pomfrey and I have changed you to a new potion. I don't know if you will have a rejection reaction, so I've got you something to soothe your mood and your soul," Snape said.

"Thank you." Without asking Snape why he did this, Harry just smiled and thanked.

When Madam Pomfrey came to check him again, Harry's emotions affected by the nightmare had calmed down. Seeing that all his indicators were fine, Madam Pomfrey finally smiled and announced that Harry could Go back and rest.

"I'll take him home." Snape helped Harry up.

Although Madam Pomfrey was a little surprised at this colleague's sudden warm attitude, she was very satisfied with his care for Harry: "Oh, let me say, Severus, I am very pleased with your performance today. Satisfied, what can make me feel more at ease than a potions master by his side."

After Madam Pomfrey said so, Harry naturally swallowed the words he wanted to push back.

Because of Snape's warning before, the school strengthened its defenses. After eight o'clock in the evening, no students came out for a walk on the school road, and the professors also stopped confinement of students who made mistakes, except for Peeves who was still wandering around making weird noises. In addition to laughter, the curfew has been brought forward.

They walked all the way to Harry's office door without saying a word: "Come in and have a cup of tea, thank you for being with me for so long today."

Snape didn't refuse.

Harry prepared tea and snacks for Snape. He had very little furniture here and it was neatly arranged. After all, for a person who is blind, the things in the room should be as few and neat as possible to maximize the to avoid accidents.

Snape sat on the sofa and saw Harry skillfully making tea, and he seemed to return to the past in a trance. At that time, the war had just ended, and they hadn't found the Horcrux on Harry's forehead, and the British wizarding world was full of waste To be happy, everyone is as busy as a spinning top, but the savior and his lover steal half a day's leisure. What they like to do most is to sit on the sofa, prepare some snacks, make a pot of tea, and he watches his Potions book, Harry reads his "Daily Prophet", and occasionally he can't help laughing at the reports on it. If he ignores him for more than half an hour, he must make some kind of moth to attract him. Notice.

After so many years of worrying about living, Harry's greatest interest is to learn how to make snacks and make tea, and plan how to decorate their house in the future.

Although they all acquiesced to go back to Spinner's End to live in the future, Harry hoped that the way of life would be Muggle-like, and he didn't like too bright incandescent lights, and he didn't like to put a TV in the house for Harry to stare at all day long. After watching TV, he insisted on pulling him away from making potions and insisting that he accompany him to watch the so-called TV program.

The normality of that time was tedious and sweet.

Harry was the most jumpy because of his evaluation of food, for example, he would say to him with a smile on his face: "Sev, try this biscuit, I just learned it!"

Ten seconds later, he will blow his beard and stare because of his evaluation: "Merlin testifies that your taste is definitely the most picky. It is probably because you have refused to quit black coffee for many years, so now everything you eat tends to be bitter. Go right Find out how many shops in the corner alley can satisfy your weird request, if someone is willing to try and research to cater to your taste, you should be satisfied, Severus."

Yes, at that time, he was not satisfied, but unfortunately...

Harry poured the tea into the teacup and said with a smile, "Try my handicraft. Little Harry and Tom don't like strong tea, but when I'm alone, I like to make tea stronger. I don't know if you're used to it." .”

Snape took the teacup. The tea in the cup was tea, which was thicker than the average person's. This kind of concentration would make the tea a bit bitter.

Snape took a swig.

The familiar taste spread in his mouth, making him almost cry.

This used to be his favorite tea. Harry had been with him for many years, and he used to like weak tea, but he gradually fell in love with strong tea under his influence.

He hasn't tasted this taste for too many years.

"How do you feel, Professor Snape?" Harry asked with a smile.

"I believe that I will never find a more delicious existence than it." Snape said, "Maybe you would like to call me Severus, they all call me that." Now he is finally grateful for the school's The professor's insistence, he has corrected it for so many years, everyone still likes to call him by his first name instead of his last name.

Harry froze for a moment, then followed suit: "Severus."

Snape responded with difficulty: "It's time for you to rest, Harry," he changed his words carefully, making sure the other party wasn't offended by him calling him by his Christian name, before continuing, "Although maybe you've already been in the hospital wing Get enough sleep, but it's late."

"But, today is my night watch."

"I'll just go," Snape advised, "It's not fit for you to go out tonight."

Harry finally nodded and handed over the night watch to Snape.

☆, the so-called price

"Dad." Not long after Snape left, Tom came out of Harry's room.

"You came back so quickly?" Harry took out another empty cup and poured him a cup of tea. "I thought you were going to drop by to see if Harry was safe now."

"I caught it." Tom took the teacup very naturally, and then took a small biscuit, "Gryffindor... because the curfew was early, they played a little crazy in the common room. "And Harry was one of the participants.

He originally entered the Gryffindor common room through a secret passage, but there was a lot of noise inside, and he knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong inside, so he came here first to wait for someone.

"Dad, Professor Snape found out about me."

"It doesn't matter, you and Voldemort are different after all," Harry smiled indifferently, "With Dad around, don't be afraid."

From the day he had a body, this person gave him a family affection that he has never experienced. What he often told him was that as long as he was there, he would not be afraid of anything, as long as he enjoyed his "childhood" quietly That's fine -- even if he's actually past the age of acting like a baby.

A slight smile appeared on the corners of Tom's pursed lips, and the tense mood that he planned to attack Snape slowly calmed down because of Harry's comfort: "I caught the basilisk, but I put it back again. "

"uh-huh?"

"The horcruxes in the notebook have self-awareness, and try to take the life of the wizard here after they come to Hogwarts by absorbing the lives and magic power of others as 'nutrients'." And the basilisk can help him a lot, that diary After all, the Horcrux in it was made when he was 16 years old. His understanding of the wizarding world stayed at that time, and his thinking on many things was immature. "I controlled the basilisk and let it return to the secret room. , When that person reappears, bite him."

Even in the state of the soul, it is unbearable to be sprayed by the basilisk's venom.

There are not many basilisks that have lived for thousands of years in the wizarding world.

"I'll just leave these things to you." Harry smiled, "Now that your soul is stable, it's up to you whether you want to absorb the soul piece or not, but promise me, you can't be brave, and if there is anything wrong, come and tell me."

Tom nodded, then changed the subject hesitantly: "Dad, why did you faint today?"

"how?"

"Although Madam Pomfrey failed to find out anything, I still think that Dad's condition is related to the soul. Dad, your soul is not stable." Tom, who has been brewing soul-like potions for Harry for so many years, of course knows Harry's condition is not good, but he was damned only focused on studying black magic at the beginning, and had no contact with medical treatment at all. Since he had a body, he also tried to contact Harry because he felt that something was wrong. It proved that, apart from being able to quickly satisfy Harry's needs for potions, he couldn't master other things quickly at all.

"I don't know either." Harry sat on the chair, with some doubts in his usual plain expression, "Suddenly felt something was wrong and then passed out, but Tom, I really didn't feel that my soul was unstable or anything , as if you suddenly closed your eyes and fell asleep."

"Dad, you always smile very sincerely when you lie." Tom broke his lie without hesitation, "You often use this trick on Harry, you know it doesn't work on me, I'm a Slytherin "A Slytherin has always been good at reading words and expressions, and the object is his father, no matter what he can see whether the other party is lying or not.

Although it was a white lie, this trick was only suitable for Harry, a guy whose IQ was directly proportional to his age, not a fake kid like him.

"Although my magic power is not at its peak, at least I have experienced a lot of things before, so I should be able to help."

Although Tom said so, Harry still shook his head: "I really don't have any discomfort, I just feel that things should not be that simple, you know, I told you that when I used to travel, I often suffered from some inexplicable accidents. Intuition can change my original plan, usually those intuitions can help me a lot, and now I am in the same situation, there is nothing wrong with my body, but there is always an illusion that things are not over," he stretched He touched his son's head with his hand, and comforted him softly, "If there is anything, I will definitely tell you, okay?"

After all, Tom was persuaded by Harry not to dwell on this topic for too long, and he didn't want Harry to be upset by it, so he changed the subject, chatted with Harry for a while, and then urged him to go to bed.

On the other hand, Snape wandered around the campus several times, making sure that there were no students or ghosts wandering outside except the mischievous Peeves before returning to the cellar.

There was already a person in the cellar, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a book distractedly, but obviously he couldn't read it, and turned the page back within a minute, tossing and turning over and over again.

"Edward." Snape closed the door, "why didn't you go to sleep?"

Edward raised his head and asked anxiously, "Dad, he..."

"He's fine." Snape walked to Edward's side. "I was impatient. I only wanted to stimulate his memory before, but his soul was hindering his instinct, so it caused a conflict."

Edward leaned to Snape's side: "Is Daddy's soul all right?"

"I can't guarantee that," Snape was silent for a while, and finally chose to tell the truth to his son, "In fact, his physical condition has not been very good, otherwise he would not have relied on potions for so many years, but just now Bobby checked again and again, It's been made sure he's all right, and, if Harry really doesn't want to say it, unless he's so intolerable that a change in his face is visible, no one will notice anything wrong with him."

There is only one person in the world who can immediately find out that something is wrong with Harry, but unfortunately Hermione Granger is not in this world.

"What can I do for him, Father." Edward tugged at Snape's sleeve and asked anxiously, "I really want to do something for Father, but...but you said that I can't rush in front of him rashly Speaking of my son," he bowed his head sadly, "Tom Riddle is just his adopted son, but he has been doing high-level soul stabilizers for dad all these years without interruption, and I am also dad's son, I also want to... do something for him."

Snape stroked his hair, feeling the wetness seeping into his sleeves, and sighed inwardly.

Edward is only 12 years old. He thinks he is not strict with him. In order to let him have more characters similar to Harry, he has indulged him intentionally or unintentionally these years. A 12-year-old child cannot face it calmly after all. Another fact that his father could not identify with him.

The father and son were silent for a long time before Snape said, "Maybe you can do something for him, Edward."

Edward wanted to raise his head abruptly, and regardless of the tears still dripping from the corners of his eyes, he asked hopefully, "Really, father, what should I do?"

Snape took out a stack of parchment from a small cabinet: "This is the soul potion that Tom Riddle made for Harry. What materials he used over the years are written on it. Bobby thinks that the combination of such materials It’s already very good, just added a few new materials, and then changed the order of individual materials input. I took a copy from Bobby, Edward, if it’s you, you may be able to improve these copies Soul potion, in this case, it may make his soul more stable."

Edward took the stack of parchment, hesitantly: "But father, I have never been exposed to soul-type potions before."

"I will help you, and I will brew your improved potion for you when the time comes."

Edward finally couldn't bear to ask: "Father, I wanted to ask a long time ago. Since we came here, I have never seen you improving potions, even if father is busy inside all day long, but, never again The new potion has been brewed, and the stability of Dad's soul is a big deal, if it was the past, you should be the one to perfect it yourself, why leave it to me?"

What he wanted to ask more was if there was something wrong with his body.

Snape only pondered for a moment, and then said: "Edward, you have to remember that no matter what you do, you have to pay a price, just like if you want to gain knowledge, you have to spend time learning, just like when I did something wrong, Now we have to work hard to save it, we came here not without conditions."

"Is it related to you no longer improving the potion?" Edward blurted out.

"If you want to cross space to find a broken and dead soul and regenerate it, it is not something that can be done with powerful magic. When I found the Deathly Hallows, they told me that if I want to retrieve the treasure, I must use another treasure to replace them, but I cannot hand you over to them."

Apart from Harry, the most precious thing around him was Edward, but that was his and Harry's child, and he would never use Edward as a bargaining chip in exchange for Harry's life.

Apart from Edward, the most precious thing about him is his talent in potions.

"Since we came to this world, I can no longer improve the potion. Of course, if there is a prescription for potion, I can still do it." Snape said, "And after I came here, I have been all over the world." I'm looking for him, so there's no time to improve potions." Edward didn't know how powerful Snape's talent in potions was, after he was born, the wizarding world entered a stable period, and there was no need for some rare potions, but In the few years when he was still naive, the Ministry of Magic had awarded him all the rewards that Snape deserved. After Edward became sensible, Snape had already passed the period of showing his sharpness.

"I'm glad you inherited the talent from the Prince family, Edward, if it were you, you would definitely be able to do things that I can't do today."

So when faced with what Snape said, he just felt it was a pity ignorantly, and after a few words of comfort from Snape patiently, he left the cellar with the parchment in his hand—at that time, he didn't know the talent of potions How precious to Prince.

After he left, Snape leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to hear Hermione Granger's voice again: "You who can no longer improve and invent potions, are you still? Harry wouldn't want you to become like this."

How did he answer at that time?

"You know I've been working on applying to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, Miss Granger. Although I like it, I can't live without it. But, you know how important Harry is to me."

Later, the witch let go of the hand that had been holding his left hand, sighed softly, and did not say anything after all.

Later, he brought Edward here.

Not all the hard work will pay off. He knows that he sees Harry living so well now, so he shouldn't bother him and try to wake up his memory, but...

He opened his eyes, and there was determination in those black eyes.

He had to do it, he had to fulfill the promise he had made to Harry.

☆, the so-called leisurely

After that day, Hogwarts was uneventful - at least on the surface.

After learning of Riddle's identity and confirming that he would not cause harm to Harry, Snape reminded Dumbledore that he could actually turn a blind eye to the Chamber of Secrets incident, even after talking with Dumbledore. After discussion, they will ignore Tom at night.

Until one day after class, when Riddle came up with the potion to hand in his homework, he said to Snape: "Professor, I think my potion is a little less pure, maybe you are willing to prepare it for us next time in class." Point the evening primrose flowers."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly: "Evening primrose flowers only bloom in the middle of the night, should I give you a point for not going recklessly to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Oh, as long as I can see moonflowers next time, I will be very happy, Professor." Tom smiled sincerely, "The Forbidden Forest at night is much more dangerous than Hogwarts, I don't think it is suitable for students to hang out , isn't it?"

Hogwarts, where the basilisk roams around, is more dangerous than any other place at night. Riddle's words showed that the basilisk could no longer turn the tide.

"Very much for your caution, Slytheringa," said Snape. "You'll see the material you want next lesson."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom behaved decently and returned to Harry who was packing up his things. At this point, the basilisk incident came to an end. Neither Dumbledore nor Snape asked about the whereabouts of the basilisk. The professors dispersed intentionally and the Quidditch match was held.

It was just that on the second night after Snape collected primroses, when Tom came to the cellar to brew potions for Harry, he gave Snape a gift—an extremely precious snake slough.

Snape had roughly guessed where the basilisk was going.

At the same time, he noticed that Tom Riddle's magic power output became more stable, and his magic power was twice as strong as before.

That day he stood at the door of the room and looked at Riddle who was concentrating on it, and said in a low voice, "You fused that piece of Horcrux."

Not doubt but affirmation, he could see the change in Riddle.

Riddle said "Yes" without looking up.

"How many pieces have you fused in total, and how many pieces are left that have not been found."

"I was pulled out of the crown by my father. When I first had a body, the magic power was not very stable. After Harry came, we found the hidden danger on his forehead. After that, my father pulled out the soul piece on Harry's forehead, and O The one on Laura, now this is the fourth one," he said, and remembered something, "In the first grade, I ate most of the magic power of the main soul, as long as he can't find other horcruxes to fuse , then there is nothing to fear.”

"And the ring and the locket. Can you guess where they might be?"

"You seem to want me to fuse the previous soul piece," Tom finally raised his head, with a little surprise in his eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I will go the same way again?"

"You don't," Snape replied.

"I feel that I don't seem to be someone worthy of others' trust, especially since you understand his madness better than others."

"I don't trust you." Compared with the Dark Lord, Snape felt that he was so kind that he could enter Gryffindor. "I just trust him."

Tom turned his wand around and faced Snape. "Oh, you know I don't like it when people think of my dad."

"Mr. Riddle, please allow me to correct your remarks," Snape sneered, "That guy has been playing with me since he was a student, if you want to stop this from happening, you have to stop it That hormonal-scattered little wizard, instead of pointing a wand at me here."

"But he forgot now," said Tom rascally. "Let me think about it, a Slytherin who doesn't have fun, annoys his partner, and finally forgets all about himself?"

This guy guessed [-]/[-] to [-], Snape snorted with his nose: "Maybe you also used a forgettable one for yourself, don't forget what your professor said about you when you were in school." , the perfect Slytherin, and now Harry is a Gryffindor." He closed the door for Tom as he turned to leave, "I hope what happened to me will never happen to you, heir of Slytherin who understands taste Your Mightiness."

Damn guy.

Tom gritted his teeth, but in the end he didn't chase him out.

Well done Snape.Snape said to himself as he walked, when you could kill one Voldemort, now you can choke the second.

Snape went to Malfoy Manor and told Lucius that he didn't have to worry about the diary anymore, which made Lucius heave a sigh of relief, and he finally didn't have to worry about it every day.

For a whole semester after that, Hogwarts was calm. Harry's teaching method was gradually recognized by the students, and the students' attitude towards homework also changed from being perfunctory at the beginning to working harder because of their thirst for knowledge. Of course, the increasingly sharp comments on the homework also made the students tremble with fear. No matter how much they wrote and how perfect they thought, when the homework was sent out, the red ink would always find their loopholes, which made some The Gryffindors who refused to admit defeat worked hard to deal with their homework, and tried their best to repel these scarlet letters.

So much so that in the whole school, the Gryffindor students who made the fastest progress—whether it is theory or practice—they even teamed up to cast spells at each other in order to better understand the practice of a spell, and then communicated with each other. Even though this increased the burden on the medical wing a lot, Madam Pomfrey's face was rarely ashen.

The prejudice between the colleges that Harry heard about in the first year became much less during this year. With the increase in contacts between Harry and Tom and Draco, the barriers between the colleges became more and more serious. Slowly subsided, Edward told Snape that many Slytherin students felt very embarrassed. On the one hand, their parents warned them to stay away from Gryffindor, but on the other hand, after personal contact, they did not reject each other. Even if Gryffindor's carefree personality sometimes makes them feel a headache, but I have to say that it is actually a kind of Gryffindor-style direct communication after getting used to Slytherin usually talking around the bush and hinting at the topic. A nice experience.

In the Quidditch competition throughout the semester, Harry shined and earned a lot of credits for Gryffindor College, while Hermione Granger fought for points in the course. The twins were naughty, but they knew that Where is the bottom line for mischievousness, the points deducted each time are not too big, even their grades are not bad, and occasionally there are some whimsical ideas in class, which can also save them a lot of points.

In contrast, Slytherin likes to play steadily and try not to lose the points he has gained. Even though there are many outstanding performers in each grade, they are still a little worse.

What made Snape most helpless was that after little Harry had Tom Riddle next to him, the prohibited behaviors were much less—Snape was more inclined to always have a Slytherin by his side every time this guy was about to break a school rule Playing cover - Snape, who was habitually finding fault, didn't find many opportunities to deduct points.

There is still not much progress between him and Harry, but since Harry changed his name to him, the relationship between the two is much warmer than before.

After the final exam, the whole school entered a relatively relaxed state. When Snape was correcting the exam papers, he suddenly received a letter from Dumbledore telling him to rush to the medical wing.

But today Harry should be correcting the test papers, and little Harry and Tom are helping, so there shouldn't be much time to make trouble, so there is only one possibility.

He took some potions and left the cellar.

There were not many people in the medical wing. Dumbledore was talking to Professor McGonagall. Madam Pomfrey was examining a person. Although the person had been washed and washed, his body was still a little swollen while sitting on the hospital bed. Bending, head drooping slightly, the whole person looks weak and decadent.

The sound of Snape's footsteps startled the people inside, Dumbledore raised his head, smiled after seeing him, "Ah, Severus, it's very kind of you to come, Madam Pomfrey said she needs your help."

Snape responded lightly, without any intention of reminiscing with the old man: "Bobby, what do you need from me?"

"Some potions that can stabilize his condition." Madam Pomfrey reported a series of names of the medicines, "I'd say it's been 13 years, but he hasn't gone mad yet, and his soul is so powerful that I'm surprised. "It doesn't take long for many people to lose their minds after entering Azkaban, but Black's situation is much better than she expected, so that the potions she prepared before can't be used now, so she can only trouble Severus comes over.

"He can understand what we mean, and he can think. As long as you don't stimulate him, his soul will remain stable. His situation is like staying in Azkaban for less than three years." Pangfour Madam Lei said while fiddling with the potion, "They were taken aback when they brought him out."

Sirius Black accepted Madam Pomfrey's examination quietly, without even looking at Snape beside him.

"I've sent a message to Professor Evans, Harry will be here soon," Dumbledore said to him, and then put his hand on his shoulder, "Sirius, we know you care about Harry, but I still want to give you a loyalty