[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Jing was so frightened that her heart almost missed a few seconds, but at least her previous life was not in vain. She regained her composure in front of her, and bowed slightly to greet the visitor: "Hello, Professor Snape!"

"Miss Murray, there is no doubt that in potions, you may have inherited a little bit of talent from your parents, but this is not a reason for you to think you are self-willed when making potions!" Severus The voice was extremely serious: "I hope you remember, you students, you can't be confused with me, so when brewing any kind of potion, if you don't have the ability and vision of a senior potion master, don't use it in front of your crucible." Magic beyond the requirements, otherwise the result is not something you can afford!"

Dolores was silent for a moment, then smiled at him, her voice was soft and even joyful: "Professor Snape, thank you for your concern, Kara and I will keep your teachings in mind!"

Severus gave her a weird look: "Miss Murray, which ear of yours has such a wonderful structure that you can hear the so-called concern from my words?"

Not knowing how to answer his questioning, Dolores could only bow to him, and changed the subject a little bluntly: "It's already dinner time, we don't want to delay you for dinner, I hope you have a good time appetite!"

Severus raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but didn't pursue it any further, and simply turned and left.

Watching the billowing black robe go away like a wave, she slightly raised the corners of her lips behind him.For unimportant personnel, he has always had limited curiosity.Sometimes she resented him for it, and sometimes she was grateful for it.

"Dolly, dear Dolly, I'm going to lose my nerve!" Cara wailed beside her, covering her face, "I don't think I'll be able to learn potions in my life! You set me up just now! Confidence, Professor Snape broke it easily again! He's too strict, I'm going to have 'Snape Syndrome'!"

Dolores sighed: "It's okay, let's get used to it slowly, let's work in groups of two, help each other a little, and the grades won't be too bad!"

"I hope!" Kara glanced tremblingly in the direction Severus was leaving, "But, seriously, is using the Levitation Charm when making potions as dangerous as he says? A little extra magic Not even allowed?"

"It's not like that, oh, I mean, you didn't fully understand what he said..." Dolores shook her head with a smile.

"I'm patronizing and afraid!"

"Professor Snape means that as students, especially the first-year students who have just entered school, we are not strong in magic manipulation, and the accuracy of controlling magic power is not high. If we abuse magic when making potions, it will affect the brewed potions. Unpredictable effects, the result may be worse than making a boil cure potion and putting porcupine quills on it to cause an explosion. Magic to facilitate the synthesis of potions is indispensable, but when it comes to private manipulation, we are clearly not yet free The degree of play. Therefore, listen to the professor's words, be conservative and cautious, and there is no big mistake."

"Wow...Dolly, it feels like you know a lot! I admire you so much!" Cara's eyes sparkled, "No wonder even Professor Snape admits that you are talented!"

"It's not talent. Books can always teach us a lot of knowledge." Dolores lowered her eyes and said in a whispering voice: "He is the most admirable..."

"What are you talking about, Dolly?" Carla obviously couldn't hear.

"It's nothing..." Dolores quickly denied, restraining her leaked emotions, but she keenly caught a cloak fluttering like a black flag from the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise: "Professor Snape?"

She was a little puzzled why he went back and forth, and even more surprised why he walked silently after class, but refocused on his wandering steps during class.Severus only gave a hasty "hmm" to her greeting, then quickly staggered away from them, and after a while, he walked past again holding a wooden box without looking sideways.

The purpose of the wooden box was soon revealed.In the auditorium where she was dining, she looked past the countless students who were chatting enthusiastically, and landed on the professors' seats lined up in front of her. She noticed that the wooden box had changed hands and was in Madam Pomfrey's hand. It was so conceivable. You know, the potion inside should be made by Severus for the school hospital.

And she happened to know that Severus had been sent to the school hospital more than once because of being repeatedly provoked by the four-person group of road hijackers back then. It can be said to be one of the places he hates the most, and he would never set foot in it unless necessary. It's no wonder he chose to hand over the potion at the dinner table.This kind of petty temper and temper is a bit cute to say the least.

Pushing away the cream of mushroom soup in front of her and taking another look at the pumpkin juice in the cup, Dolores took out her wand and tapped it on the table three times. The pumpkin juice was immediately replaced by a cup of steaming espresso.

She doesn't hate pumpkin juice, and it's fine to have a glass in the evening, but she needs a coffee pick-me-up in the afternoon.And she had reason to believe that Severus also had such a drink in front of him, which was what he drank most often, no matter what time of day it was, perhaps not out of love, but because of its usefulness and habit.

The magical sunlight rippled and shone on the surface of the black-brown liquid. She reached out to pick up the cup and took a sip without changing her expression.The taste was extremely bitter as always, but she was used to it.Long enough for her to make the habits of her loved ones her own.Maybe she was supposed to drink clear water and live a peaceful life, but such a hopeless secret love made her drink the bitter coffee happily, and slowly swallowed it with a smile.

Refreshing agent ([-])

Going to class and finishing class step by step, eating and sleeping, the time passed quickly, and three months passed in a blink of an eye.Maybe except for Potions, where accidents were frequent, everything else was too bland.She realized that the year was about to be history when the Head of Form began to count the students who stayed at the school during Christmas.

Of course, it was just an ordinary year: 1990, the year before Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, entered school.All the teachers and students at Hogwarts were still enjoying the calm before the storm unconsciously, and Dolores, who knew the future, just kept silent.

In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had hesitated several times, not sure whether she should tell Dumbledore the information she had brought back from her rebirth, in an explicit or covert way.However, the result of every hesitation is that the idea of ​​being content with the status quo has won an overwhelming victory.

She knows that her knowledge is too limited, but whenever a war breaks out, in addition to the open battle situation, there are always hidden internal confrontations, and sometimes this is the key to victory.But once as an outsider, she learned the truth no more than a student who was studying in the 90s.Giving some broad or vague hints may not be helpful or misleading.

Since the war will eventually be won and the Dark Lord must be defeated, and the person she loves must die, and she has been indifferent to her own life early on, then everything she does will be superfluous and futile.His life is his own choice, and no one has the ability or qualifications to save him from the fire and water with self-righteousness.

Therefore, the plan that Dolores is concerned about now is nothing more than signing on the detention list, and then using an owl to get her father's signature and approval, and then applying for a card from Dean Sprout in the name of buying a Christmas gift. On a leave of absence, take the train to Hogsmeade the day before Christmas Eve.

The purpose of her leaving school is to buy gifts, but it is more to rent an unrecognizable owl, send the package wrapped in the morning to the potions master who is alone all the year round in the cellar, and then buy it in the store. Search and pick and prepare in advance for next year's Christmas.

There is often no words in the sent package, only a book, a medicinal material, or a tool, which are practical but ordinary.Dolores has prepared gifts for Severus every year since she was able to get independent pocket money at the age of five, and she has persisted until now and will continue to do so.She didn't think about letting the recipient know who the giver was, so she didn't want to reveal any clues, otherwise she wouldn't leave the school's cheap air courier and go to the post office in Hogsmeade village in the snowstorm Pay to hire.

On the night of Christmas Eve, all students staying at the school are allowed to participate in the staff dinner, sharing delicious roast turkey, roast goose and other special Christmas food.Severus was also at the table, but there were professors on both sides. The closest student to him was the only Slytherin who stayed at the school, and the farthest from him was undoubtedly Gryffindor, followed by Dolores who followed the crowd. Hufflepuff with silk.

In a rare twist at dinner parties, students are allowed a glass or two of mulled grape juice, which contains traces of alcohol.Dolores liked its sweet, sour, warm and warm taste very much. After drinking two glasses in a row, she still couldn't get enough of it.The boy sitting next to him noticed that she liked it, and generously gave her his share.

Dolores didn't eat much at night, and she couldn't touch the mushrooms, so she quickly got half full and left the table silently.Maybe she was a little drunk after all, she felt bored sitting in the dormitory, so she simply wrapped up a black and yellow college scarf and walked all the way to the edge of the black lake.

The wind and snow tonight were a bit heavy, and she felt the coldness coming to her face, so she suddenly had the interest to play a song.

In the wizarding world, compared to singing, playing musical instruments is far from being valued enough.Who wants to spend time learning the art when any instrument can play automatically with just a single incantation?In the first few decades of her previous life, Dolores was basically insulated from musical instruments, until she stood at Severus' funeral and witnessed the mud covering the black coffin, completely burying this person's existence in the cold ground, even stealing The relics that came were no longer able to comfort her, and her tense nerves