[HP] Sickness and Medicine

What is it compared to water?What is sorrow compared with despair? "

Emerald Elixir ([-])

Dolores carefully took the medicine bottle into her hand: "It's so beautiful..."

Severus frowned, not sure if she understood what he said, but he didn't pay much attention, this bottle of medicine has other uses: "Hold it, this is your extra summer homework, go back and find all the information you can get , write a paper that is as long as possible. Remember, the longer the better, I don’t want you to write nonsense, otherwise I agree to your tutoring, and I will pretend that this is not the case. You want to be a master of potions, so continue to daydream! "

"Professor?" Dolores looked up in a daze.

"The results of the Ordinary Wizard Registration Exam are out." Severus turned and closed the storage room: "You got an O, which is good enough. Alright, go back to your dormitory!"

Dolores saw that the medicine bottle did not move, which made him frown and stare: "Why is it still not moving? Is your foot glued to the floor by the shoe-sticking spell?"

"Professor, have you ever tasted the water of despair?" Dolores asked suddenly.

"Why are you curious about this?" Severus asked back, then became alert and pressed her hand: "I warn you, not any potion needs to experience the effect by yourself. Emerald potion is one of the most difficult potions , the raw materials are expensive, and the procedure is complicated, if you have the ability to make a pot yourself, you can drink this bottle as you like!"

"No. I don't drink it." Dolores replied softly: "I don't know the taste of the water of despair, but I am too familiar with the taste of despair."

"You are young, what do you know about despair?" Severus snorted coldly: "Don't think that death of a friend is despair. In this world, everyone is mortal. Accidents, bleeding and serious injuries, and incurable diseases can all be easily Send people to death. Death does not bring despair..."

"But the death of others will bring despair—" Dolores said abruptly, "When the other person happens to be someone you love deeply."

Severus' pupils shrank: "What do you know?"

"I know a lot, and I don't know more; I remember a lot, but I forget a lot." Dolores thought of Cedric and Severus in her previous life, and couldn't help but seek answers from him : "You said, how can we save a mortal person? Do you rely on early warning? Do you beg the murderer?"

"Look up!" Severus snapped.

Dolores, who was immersed in her own emotions, did not follow suit, and continued to slowly spit out the third possibility she could imagine: "Or, replace it with your body?"

"Look up!" Severus simply stretched out his left hand, clamped her jaw and pulled it hard, forcing her to meet his gaze.The ready-to-go wand in his right hand silently shoots out a phantom-like transparent light wave.

In Dolores' line of sight, Severus' face disappeared, and turned into Netia's old, lean and sneaky face, with her mouth still opening and closing 24 hours a day: "...I went to see it just now, but a lot of people were sent here, some were injured and some died. Oh, it's a war, how can we not hurt people and kill people! We should have worked in the hospital long ago Get used to it!"

She heard herself say in a long-lost soft voice: "Nitia, don't talk so casually. Life and death are important things, but when someone dies, there will always be relatives and friends who are sad."

"That's not necessarily true!" Nidia retorted, "For example, the headmaster, the body was delivered in the morning, but no one has claimed it yet. I heard from the therapist in the biological injury department who examined him that he is an old bachelor. , parents are long gone, never married, let alone children. Hey, I guess the dean should be worried again, this guy has a lot of status, so he can't be buried casually, it's really pitiful..."

She asked tremblingly, "Whose corpse are you talking about?"

"Headmaster of Hogwarts. I don't remember his name, he was in the newspaper last year..."

"He, where is he?"

"Who?"

"That headmaster..."

"Of course it's the morgue on the basement floor. He's a corpse, where else could he be?"

"I go out for a while!"

"Where are you going, Dolores? There are countless wounded, and we still have more potions to boil! It's already midnight, if you're lazy, we'll have to stay up all night again!"

"Go, go to the bathroom! I'll be right back!"

The scene began to shake, accompanied by rapid breathing and changes in light, and finally stopped in front of a pale wooden door.A plump arm raised and shoved it away tremblingly.

The magic lamp automatically turned on, and in the air-conditioning that hit the face, there were narrow brackets, each of which had traces of use, but only one had people on it.There is a nameplate clipped to the bracket, written in scrawled letters that only medical staff can read.

——Go forward and lift the white cloth to see who it is.

A strange will urged her, causing her to push the scene with doubts, and finally slowly entered the mortuary, and came to the bracket where the corpse was lying.It was still the plump arm that was raised, but when it grabbed the edge of the white cloth, the magic lamp crackled, throwing everything into the boundless darkness.

Dolores gasped violently, grabbing the hand that clasped her chin.How could she not know who that was?How did she have the courage to approach rashly?It was her most desperate memory, and if the intruder was not the person she was least willing to defend against, no one would be able to spy on her past life.

"Severus, don't take Legilimency on me." She begged him plaintively, "I don't want you to see that."

Severus hesitated for a moment, then nodded almost invisibly: "Okay, then tell me who the deceased is."

Dolores shook her head desperately, refusing to answer, and spilled tears on his hands.

"He's the headmaster of Hogwarts..." Severus let go of his hand, put it behind his back, and slowly straightened his body: "It's Dumbledore? No, he's still alive. That's Armando Dippet? He died three years ago, which is fitting, and he was a loner. So, you knew the former Headmaster? You grieved for him? But what about the war?"

For his speculation, Dolores neither agreed nor refuted.It's fine if he makes up an answer himself, after all, the truth is beyond his imagination - he can't imagine that it is her memory of the future, and he can't imagine that he will succeed as the principal.

"No." Severus denied himself again: "The master of the memory perspective works in St. Mungo's. Nidia... yes, there is such a number one person in the hospital. You were only 13 years old three years ago, and you were not yet an intern. At that age, it is impossible to see Dippet's body. That arm is obviously not yours. So..."

His expression suddenly turned cold, and the tip of his wand poked her face: "You are not Dolores Murray! Tell me! Who are you! What is your last name! What is the purpose of coming to Hogwarts after drinking Polyjuice Potion? Or are you with Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"Professor, I am Dolores Murray." Dolores was very helpless.After his repeated questioning, her sadness was almost interrupted by him: "That is my memory, but what it records is not the past, but the future. This sentence can be tested by Veritaserum."

"In the future?" Severus' wand retreated half an inch: "Do you have the lineage of prophecy?" He raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "The dream you talked about last year is another prophecy of yours?"

"It's not a prophecy, it's not a bloodline." Dolores refused to explain to him in detail: "This is my secret, professor, please don't get to the bottom of it." She didn't drink the truth liquid, so she didn't tell him immediately The urge to confess everything.

"Okay, secret! I respect your secret!" Severus took away his wand and looked at her suspiciously: "However, in the future...you will change a lot, your body has changed, and your voice has also changed."

Dolores couldn't be more compatible with these two.Perhaps she should be fortunate that the Dementia Curse is no better than viewing memories with a Pensieve. The intruder can only share a subjective perspective, so she cannot see her own appearance, and cannot immediately find out that the owner of the memory is Dolores Mitchell, but Not Dolores Murray.

"You're going to be a pharmacist." Severus said thoughtfully, "Then your love for potions, I believe you're sincere. Your extra summer homework won't change." He waved off again Person: "You can go."

Dolores glanced at the medicine bottle tightly clutched in her hand, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and asked persistently, "Professor, there is a question you haven't answered yet."

"which one?"

"I want to know how to save a person who must die."

"Save people? Heh!" Severus turned his head sharply, showing a fierce expression: "Why do you need to ask such a question? If you really want to save someone, why should you pay attention to the method? But every possible means should be used one by one. Go and try."

He regained his expression in an instant, showing a kind of empty indifference: "But you said it yourself, there is no way to save people who are mortal. If you want to save people, no matter how good your idea is, it's a pity that all kinds of things in this world are not enough for you to think about." If you do something wrong, you deserve to be punished; if you make a big mistake, you deserve to be redeemed. Remember how I described despair? When it knocks on your door, you have to open the door to welcome it.”

Dolores blinked in confusion, feeling that his answer was too much.She seldom does anything wrong, and if she regrets it, it is only because of inaction.She vaguely realized that he was probably describing himself to him.But one does more and the other does less, and they still lead to the same goal by different routes. They don't seem to be smart people who can live comfortably and beautifully.

"Are you satisfied?" Severus stopped looking at her, turned and walked towards the desk: "If you are satisfied, then stop wasting my precious time.