[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Watch how she cleans Dolores' wound, but the movement from his controlled hand really reflects the frequency of applying the medicine.

"Okay!" Madam Pomfrey straightened her waist, and let out a long breath of relief: "Leave the cleaning agent in for 10 minutes to take full effect. Severus, why don't you grab it for a while? Lest she can't help but mess up." touch."

"Yeah." Severus continued to close his eyes, not counting the ten or so minutes more.

"I'll wash my hands, get some gauze, and then we'll apply another medicine." Madam Pomfrey walked out after explaining.

In the space surrounded by the curtain, there were only two breathing sounds one after another.Dolores, who also closed her eyes to escape, opened her eyes quietly, noticing that Severus' condensed face was close at hand, and her heart, which was already beating wildly, was hit hard again.She even felt that if she raised her upper body suddenly, she might be able to kiss him.He also closed his eyes, he must not be able to avoid her sneak attack.

While she was thinking wildly, the door opened suddenly, and someone visited the school hospital.

"Good morning, Madam Pomfrey!" The voice came from a girl: "Hey, no one? Madam Pomfrey, where are you? Ma'am?"

While saying hello, she walked towards the ward and looked around curiously.Seeing that a curtain was closed tightly, she couldn't help but stop, and asked again: "Ma'am, are you in there? I am Amanda Richardson, a first-year Ravenclaw. My roommate has a fever and is lying in bed. I Come and get her a bottle of potion."

Severus opened his eyes at her words, turned his head to stare at the direction of the voice, and his wand dropped from his sleeve, ready to go.He swore that if the girl dared to lift the curtain, he would ignore the school rules and directly give her a Forgetting Curse.

Fortunately, the key person came forward to prevent the embarrassment that was about to happen: "Miss Richardson, what are you doing?"

"Ah, ma'am! You are here!" Richardson put down the hand that had just grabbed the curtain with a guilty conscience, and repeated the intention of coming.

"When you come to get the medicine, come and get the medicine, don't look around." Madam Pomfrey's face showed a bit of sullenness: "My hospital bed here is separated by a curtain, and the curtain is closed to make a temporary single room, you go to Muggle Can the hospital trespass on other people's wards?"

She guessed the girl's background from the surname, and couldn't help feeling a little angry; when she thought of the two people inside, she couldn't help being afraid.Obviously it was Severus who was kind enough to help out, but if she was bumped into and rumors spread because of this, then she would be to blame for death.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was wrong!" Richardson mistook it simply.

"Okay, come with me to get the medicine." Madam Pomfrey hurriedly took her away before Severus couldn't help but get mad.

As she expected, Severus was indeed looking impatient and irritable, firmly writing down the name of this uninvited guest, just waiting for class to clean up.Then he glared down at Dolores.He hadn't forgotten her as the instigator, if she hadn't made such a fuss, today would have been a leisurely Sunday.

"Miss Murray, let me remind you—" he said in a low voice through gritted teeth, "you'd better keep your tongue tight and don't talk too much among the students about the three-headed dog. As for why you trespassed on the fourth floor The restricted area, you must give an explanation when you recover and leave the hospital at the latest; otherwise——Hogwarts no longer welcomes you!"

"Confess to you, Professor?" Dolores asked softly.

"Yes, to me." He seemed to get angrier at the mention of this: "Given that Filch's stupid cat, let your dean not look for it, pulled me out of the cellar, and let me be the first to find you , the principal asked me to be responsible to the end."

That's really thanks to Mrs. Loris, Dolores lowered her eyes and thought secretly.Regardless of the psychological pressure of facing Severus, she was always more joyful than nervous to have more contact with him in an extra name.

She hooked up the corner of her mouth that was pressed against the pillow.Vote for what I love and repay what you love, Xiaoyugan should be a good idea.

Hot Bitterroot Balm

A few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey returned in a hurry, used gauze to absorb the residual cleanser on the wound, then used tweezers to hold a cotton ball, dipped in another yellow medicine and applied it carefully.

Noticing that although Dolores was in better condition than before, she still trembled occasionally, Madam Pomfrey casually sighed to Severus: "Severus, you pursue the efficacy of medicine and are not afraid of stimulation. Be cruel to yourself, how can this delicate and soft girl be like you!"

"It's already been diluted." Severus replied coldly, "My leg can heal within a week, and she uses this potion for at least half a month."

"Half a month is about the same, and so are you."

"She can ask for leave and take a long time to recover from her injuries. I can't afford to delay."

Dolores was listening, at first she thought he was referring to him as a teacher, responsible for all the students in the school, and could not miss class easily, but when Madam Pomfrey complained in a low voice, "Albus is too nervous", she couldn't help feeling faintly, What he seemed more afraid of delaying was Dumbledore's additional assignment.

The two didn't go deep into this topic, so Dolores couldn't prove it, but it's not difficult to guess how much.The most special thing this year is Harry Potter's enrollment. This boy who is related to the fate of the entire British wizarding world is probably the key object of his additional tasks.

With a flick of her brain, she had an idea of ​​what Severus was asking for.Let her be cunning for a while, by involving Potter, for example.As long as everything was related to Potter, Severus would be angry and irritable, but he would also be tolerant and patient. This was the privilege that Mrs. Potter and Dumbledore had given Potter before him.

As soon as the dressing was finished, Severus immediately pulled away and Madam Pomfrey chased after him and thanked him again, which reminded Dolores.Maybe it didn't have to wait for Christmas, the present she had prepared for Severus earlier in the morning could be delivered to him by this chance.

Bearing the pain probably also consumes physical energy. Dolores's remaining strength is only enough for her to spread her long hair to the side of the pillow, so that the sweat at the root of the hair can dry naturally as soon as possible.Lying quietly on her stomach, she emptied her mind in the remaining pain, and soon fell asleep again.

But it's only to a degree of confusion, she still has a sense of the outside world, for example, Madam Pomfrey was called away by the students shortly after, and she probably knew about it.After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that someone was standing at the head of her bed, blocking the sunlight from above.

Her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't open them fully, so she could only vaguely see that the man stretched out a hand towards her, covered her forehead and rubbed it, and there was a mixture of grassy fragrance and smoky fragrance. Floating into her breath.

"Oil (Chris/m)?" she murmured.

"I'm not a priest." She replied in a voice she was all too familiar with.

"Then...Abramelin Oil?" She thought of another, and subconsciously memorized the recipe: "Cassia, Myrrh, Acoruscalamus, Olive oil ..."

"No." The other party corrected: "You think too much, only Bitterroot."

"Oh." It's Burning Bitterroot Balm (Burning Bitterroot Balm), she nodded, but it looked like she rubbed it on the pillow a few times: "Myrrh is still added."

"Symptomatic."

"The smell is too mixed."

"As long as the effect is good."

She was at a loss for words.Although St. Mungo's self-produced and sold ointments are mainly for therapists, they still have a certain commodity nature when used on patients. They are not comparable to privately prepared medicines, and there is no need to consider factors such as color, smell, and taste. Put the effect firmly in the first place.

The man only painted his forehead for her and then stopped. She reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes in dissatisfaction: "There are more!"

"It's enough for you to sleep soundly." Her hand was quickly torn off by the other party: "Wake up and paint yourself."

"Okay." She pouted aggrievedly: "Anyway, your method of painting is not right."

"Why not?"

"The therapist can't touch the patient directly with his hands. Paste plasters and the like must be poured on the cotton cloth first."

"You know a lot."

"I saw it at St. Mungo's."

"I have not seen."

This is not surprising to her.As a potion master, anyone who suffers from headaches, serious illnesses and minor injuries can completely support himself.When applying medicine by yourself, there is no need to pay so much attention, one hand is better than all tools.

"Sleep." Those were the last words she heard before falling asleep again.

Dolores slept until the daylight coming in from above the curtain shifted to the other side.It was still quiet inside and outside the school hospital, and Sunday was also the Sabbath for wizards, and after yesterday's Quidditch match, the students could rest for at least a few days.

She rubbed her eyes and felt thirsty, so she straightened her upper body to get the water glass on the bedside, but first she touched a walnut-sized silver box, which contained a ball of dark green ointment, exuding a familiar smell.

The memory before going to bed returned instantly, making her heart skip a beat.Of course she knew the smell, and there must be some residue on her forehead.Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raised her hand and rubbed it in the way that man did.Indeed, she is not to blame for guessing the holy oil first. In many religions, this is one of the typical ways for priests to convey the grace of God to believers.

So, is she blessed too?she thought obsessively.Although the comfortable sleep before was entirely due to the medicine, she was willing to be superstitious.Any ointment is only a carrier, a bridge, and what is important is the owner of the hand that anoints her.

A thin layer of scab formed on the wound on the back, and the bleeding has almost stopped, Dolores