[HP] This deer is not a deer

Three years later.

St. Mungo's Hospital.

Therapists hurriedly shuttled back and forth, the appliance accident department on the first floor was still full of various noises, all kinds of messy patients sat outside in rows, from time to time, therapists passed by in a hurry, and some hurriedly I ran up to the first floor, but the second floor seemed much quieter.

There is a big old newspaper on the wall——

Cheers to victory!The Dark Lord is defeated!Our hero - Harry Potter!

There was also a huge photo of Harry Potter bust, in which he occasionally appeared, smiling at the patients in the hospital, and then someone smiled and waved excitedly.

The old newspapers had fallen off a bit.

Three years is not long, and it is not short. Kingsley has been the Minister of Magic for three years, and Hermione Granger has also become an important member of the Ministry of Magic. The Control Department was transferred to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Ron Weasley joined the National Quidditch team, and Harry flew around the world. He was in the same department as Sirius, and he was a partner in the same team. , was nicknamed the strongest trump card by the Oro department.

There are also some big signs posted on the walkway on the first floor of St. Mungo's - Freshmen!victory!We are victorious!No one seemed to care about its existence, or was willing to continue sticking to it, the therapist left the chaotic first floor, the booklet in his hand confused him, and he hurried upstairs.

But on the second floor, it was very quiet.

The healers here even took advantage of the break to pick up the freshly delivered newspaper, which featured a large photo on the headlines of a familiar green-eyed man standing among Ministry of Magic officials, showing Smiling, next to him was Kingsley.Next to the photo in the newspaper was the headline "Ministry of Magic's new youngest Oro ace!" "Your newspaper is about to drop." Augustus Pye came up from the first floor, he seemed relieved, he saw the newspaper under his arm, and asked casually, "Again What's the news?"

"I haven't had time to read it yet." Hippocrates Smethyke said as he opened the case book. "Are you still busy? Come with me to Mr. Snape's ward, I think you'd like to help. "

"Of course, I'd love to." He said happily, then took the newspaper and flipped through it—last November, fugitive Death Eaters almost blew up the streets of Hogsmeade, and were killed by Harry Potter. Captured by the team under their leadership... Just yesterday, they cracked another vicious murder incident.Among this team that has always been praised by people, the one who has attracted the most attention is the hero who defeated Voldemort. He succeeded as the team leader a year ago...

"It was once called the biggest trump card of the Auror department, and now this ace team has finally been officially recognized, and let us see the possibility of Harry Potter succeeding as the head of the Auror department..." What did he do? He smacked his mouth and said, "Harry is really powerful. Seriously, who would want to fight head-on with those Death Eaters... lunatics, they are simply crazy."

Hippocrates Smethyke put the newspaper back, and he also took a look at it, saying, "Okay, it's time for us to show it to that person."

They walked into the ward. The room itself was not very bright, but obviously the therapists who took care of him paid close attention to him and kept the ward as clean and bright as possible. There was a narrow window from which almost all the light came in.

The patient lying on the hospital bed was spread out on the bed. He was wearing a simple hospital gown, his thin face was sunken, his eyes were closed, and he looked lifeless.

It's just that the familiar face let almost everyone who knows Harry Potter know the existence of this double-faced agent——

The overly large aquiline nose made the sleeping face look unfeeling and impersonal. The therapists waved their wands, and spells of various colors flickered to monitor the patient's physical condition. Augustus Pai Yi put on gloves. They had learned a set from Muggles in recent years, and used it to perform physical examinations on unconscious wizards. After all, spells are not omnipotent.

They cannot guarantee the permanent health of patients who cannot move for a long time. According to Muggles, the physical functions of patients will continue to weaken, and their muscles will gradually become weak and atrophy...

"Actually, I want to know when he will wake up." Augustus Pai said, "He has been cured for a long time... That was a year ago. In fact, the toxins in his body have long been cured. It’s been cleaned up, and the wound has healed, but why can’t I wake up?”

He examined Snape's neck carefully, there was a slight dimple and a scar where the brand of the venom seemed to be left.

Hebcrat Smethyke said while letting the flying quill record, "He didn't think he would survive? The patient didn't have much will to survive—at least, we observed it for so long, It looks like that."

"What if he thought he was dead?" whispered Augustus Pye. "Oh... did he really think he was dead? Did it cause the magic to cast sleep on him?"

"Maybe," said Hippocrates Smethyk. "We tried, but we couldn't wake him, and his magic nearly blew up a house."

After their inspection, Augustus Pye finally put Snape's arm back in place and asked, "What day is it?"

"Friday," said Hippocrates Smethyke.

"I'm thinking Mr. Potter, he might come back." Augustus Pye whispered expectantly, "I read the newspapers, they should be back from Germany today, as usual...it should be as usual Come and see this..."

Just as they were talking, they heard footsteps on the open door of the ward, and they turned their heads to look. Augustus Pye's eyes lit up, and he called, "Harry, hello!" He was always so happy One or the other, even though he's done it hundreds of times.

"Hello, Augustus," Harry smiled at them, he looked much more mature, his firm and gentle eyes could comfort people, "Mr. Smethyke, let me come and see... Severus S, is he awake?"

"Always wake up," Hippocrates Smethyke reassured him.

Harry just smiled, he didn't really care too much, he had been here too many times, he didn't have high expectations for such a question.

Harry walked to the bed, he looked at Snape's quiet face, and Hippocrates Smethewic said, "Mr. Snape will become weak if he lies down for too long... Bo Mr. Te, the potion formula you asked us to study last time, we have tried it carefully, and we think maybe we should give Mr. Snape a try."

A light flashed in Harry's eyes, and he said softly, "It would be great if I could." He didn't tell anyone where the formula came from, only he knew it was from Snape's densely packed bookcase Here, he looked for it over and over again... almost found it by turning his hands through the skin.

"When are you going to...?" Harry asked again.

"The next time the potion is made," he replied, "do you want to be there to watch? Mr. Potter, I can let you know in advance. It will take about a month. The making of the potion is a bit complicated. We need a better magic potion." A master of medicine making, and it takes a long time..."

"No, I may not be free." Harry thought for a while, and he said with a smile, "I won't bother you, you can make arrangements, please let me know if he wakes up."

Hippocrates Smethyke nodded knowingly. Harry looked at the sleeping Snape for the last time. He followed the healers out, walked slowly through the corridor, and returned to the first floor. He walked out of the St. Go hospital, the Muggle streets were sparsely populated, Harry walked slowly, he cast a ignore spell on himself, and then Disapparated out of thin air.

It seems that everything that used to be is very far away.

Occasionally looking at the bustling street, there is no panic, no loneliness, no people in a hurry, everyone is smiling, which makes Harry smile, he will stop and watch occasionally, this is the life he likes, All was safe and peaceful, happy, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, everyone... the people he loved and the people who loved him were around.

The afternoon sun was bright and brilliant, and he appeared in an ordinary Muggle village. Harry raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but for some reason, his smile was tinged with sadness.It seemed that something was entangled in his heart, but he never showed sadness to anyone.

He needs to work hard to comfort those who are sad, those who have lost their relatives and friends, and those who are excited about the restoration work with a sense of victory... Harry restrained his emotions and walked slowly towards his destination.Harry didn't go back to the old house. He made an appointment with Ron and Hermione to meet at the Burrow. He thought Sirius was probably there too, and they planned to have dinner today.

"Harry, are you here?" Hermione, who was busy arranging tables and chairs in the yard, turned her head and saw him, she grinned and said, "Busy man, are you finally willing to show up?"

"It's fine," said Harry, shrugging. "There's no more Death Eaters to catch, they're all in hiding, aren't they?"

"You just went to see Professor Snape?" said Hermione. "How is he?"

Harry looked calm, and he even said lightly, "As usual, you know, he can't wake up. The therapist said maybe they'll try to wake him up again in a while."

The dinner party at night was noisy, and when Sirius saw Harry, he grinned and gave him a big hug, and told him by the way, "Hey, Kingsley seems to be busy again..."

"Can you stop talking about work?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted Sirius reproachfully, and he waved his wand, letting the big bowl of boiling soup fall on the table.

Hermione seemed to remember something, she turned her head and asked, "Harry, how is that old problem of yours?"

Hearing this sentence, Ron also turned his head, and he gulped down the chicken that choked his throat.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly, and Sirius replied with an exaggerated snicker, "Oh, the same... He almost went out on a mission once..."

"Well, it wasn't found," Harry said emphatically.

"It's just that there are always a few days every month like a werewolf..." Sirius showed a mysterious smile, and said in a low voice, "It's just not powerful enough..."

"Ahem, um, did you see Fleur and Bill? Where's Fred and George?" Harry changed the subject, he was a little embarrassed by Sirius' laugh.

"Who's going to help?" Mrs. Weasley called.

"What do you want to help with?" Hermione turned to talk to Mrs. Weasley, Harry was relieved, he and Sirius looked at each other, and laughed again, he enjoyed this quiet and happy life, all People are nice, they still have a long time to enjoy, and he can spend decades like this with Ron and Hermione...

Whenever he thinks of that, Harry feels very happy, he only thinks about that man occasionally...

"You said that Snape really has a chance to really wake up? This time?" Sirius was biting into the fried meat. He had a good life in the past few years, revealing that apart from the elegance and handsomeness he once had when he was young, he just mentioned Snape still looked disgusted.

"I think so." Harry said without hesitation, "Severus should wake up soon, shouldn't he? He's going to be sick, and he might need another trip to the Ministry of Magic when he wakes up... you know , His identity has always been doubtful, even if I hand over part of my memory as a testimony, the House of Elders will definitely try to prove it again, after he wakes up..."

"Just to be on the safe side," said Hermione, "they're just freaked out by the Dark Lord."

"Severus," Sirius muttered, not paying attention to that, "Harry, you don't have to call him that."

"But he's not a professor anymore, is he?" Harry shrugged, he said, "I'm an adult too, he can't be that terrible Potions professor who scares me anymore."

Ron smiled strangely, "Maybe you're all right...but what if I called him that? Well, I think I'm going to be freaked out..." He shivered deliberately, throwing Fred and George was amused, but Harry's fondness for Snape had never been mentioned.

No one ever mentioned it to Harry.

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JJ backstage convulsion again?Why uploading and modifying is so hard...

... Do you feel that the timeline has jumped too fast in the last few updates?