[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Luo Lisi looked at the palm angrily, and a small amount of green smoke rose from it: "I spilled a bottle of potion, I just grabbed you, did it stick to your hand too?"

"Oh, there are some, it's okay." Potter was about to rub his pants on his pants.

"Don't!" Dolores grabbed his sleeve with her clean left hand: "It's hard to wash off the clothes after staining with this potion. Let's change the place, I'll use the water-making spell to wash it for you, and I have to wash it myself wash."

Potter turned his head, seeing that Dumbledore had blocked Umbridge into speechless, so he happily agreed: "Okay!"

Flattery Oil ([-])

They walked to the side corridor, just next to the stone statue of Gregory the sycophant. Dolores retreated into the shadows, and while switching her wand into her left hand to create a stream of water, she deliberately complained half-truthfully: "This is Sne Professor Pu lent me the potion for my research, I should return it today. But I spilled it, he will be very angry!"

"Oh, when will he not be angry?" Potter replied casually, "Of course, he's in a worse mood today, why don't you pay him back another day?"

"What happened to him today?"

"He's just given me private coaching and I'm not doing well and he's not happy with it."

Dolores showed a sympathetic expression: "He is also tutoring me in Potions, and you are the same, right?"

"No, I'm learning Occlumency from him." Potter frowned in distress: "This spell is really difficult, oh, and it's dangerous!"

"Dangerous? How do you say it?"

"Snape taught me that it was dangerous! I countered with the Armor Charm, accidentally saw his memory, and got revenge from him."

"What do you see?"

"It seems to be the memories of his childhood, which are not very pleasant... For example, his parents quarreled and he cried; he shot flies with a wand in the bedroom boredly; A girl laughs - that girl looks familiar..."

After collecting enough information, Dolores asked the last question: "When do you come to receive counseling from him?" She had to deliberately avoid this time period to avoid being accidentally hurt by his out-of-control anger.

"Monday nights." Potter sighed, "Nightmare nights."

"I see." Dolores gave him an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Potter, forget everything!"

Her wand had stopped spraying and was pointing circles at Potter; Potter's expression faded in a small, inconspicuous green light, his eyes vacant.Grabbing the stall where he was in a trance, she quickly cleaned up the liquid medicine on the two of them, and jumped into the secret passage behind the stone statue.

Through the narrow air opening in the secret passage, she watched Potter gradually wake up. She rubbed her hair first, feeling a little strange that she was standing still in the corridor, but she obviously didn't think too much about it, and quickly turned and went upstairs.After making sure that he would not turn back, she came out of the secret passage.

Dolores' apology to Harry Potter was not insincere.

A flattering oil, invented by Gregory the Sycophant, allows the recipient to consider the giver of the potion a best friend.This kind of medicine cannot be digested and absorbed by the human body. Once it is excreted, the medicine's effect will stop, and the relevant memory will also be blurred.After a month of intensive research, she also unexpectedly discovered that it is still effective when applied externally, enough to lower the defense of the other party and show the frankness towards friends.

When deciding to use Harry Potter's medicine, she didn't think about the Forgetting Curse. Washing with water is much faster than metabolism, so she shouldn't have any worries. However, when she learned about the content of the counseling he received, she knew that he couldn't let him forget naturally. this experience.Severus had a legitimate reason to wander into his mind now, and she couldn't let him find her in it and suspect her of ulterior motives for Potter.

Seeing that the flattering oil was obviously missing, Dolores let out a long sigh, and planned to order a small bottle by mail to replenish what was used up.Poor her little coffers, which she had just filled up, had to be emptied again.

The flattering oil that arrived a week later allowed Dolores to escape, and at the end of the next Tuesday breakfast, she safely claimed the next task object—Everklena.This bottle of light blue liquid made her feel troublesome as soon as she received it.

"Professor—" she questioned periodically: "I know this potion. In fact, its inventor, Erica Stoneley, once admitted in a letter to a friend that it was just a prank..."

"Yes, a prank—" Severus nodded in approval: "The 'cleaner' potion that only encourages more mold and creates more dirt."

"Then I still need to study it?"

"Research is both for discovering truth and correcting falsehood. Isn't this a qualified subject? If you can also invent such a clever prank, I don't have to waste my precious time on you."

"I understand." Dolores had nothing to say: "I will finish the thesis before May."

"Yeah." Severus waved his hand, urging her to leave quickly.

Seeing that his expression was as usual, and there was no anger left over from the previous night, Dolores left with peace of mind.Probably his tutoring of Harry Potter last night went well, at least there were no extra problems.

So far, Dolores has handled the task with ease.Even in her previous life, she had never been involved in the relatively sophisticated field of Potions, but her rich experience made it easier for her to find the right direction as soon as possible, such as which information to look up, or which piece of history to contact.Sprout, who has been taking the time to pay attention to this tutoring, generously gave her the qualification to borrow books from the forbidden/book area for a school year, so that Pince always suspected that she used the Imperius Curse to control her dean.

Across Hogwarts, Umbridge was still hopping around like a pink toad, but Dolores was undisturbed.As long as she avoids Slytherin who makes troubles with her and Gryffindor who fights with her, as a Hufflepuff, she is free from conflicts and her life is still very peaceful.

Unfortunately, this peace is not invulnerable.In mid-April, Dumbledore was accused of preventing students from holding secret gatherings, violating the "No.20 No. [-] Education Order", and was removed by the Minister of Magic, Fudge, and tried to arrest him and put him in prison.Dumbledore escaped with the help of his phoenix Fawkes' magical ability, and Umbridge couldn't wait to seize his position, and recruited a group of students to form an "investigative action team".They willfully deduct points, torture at will, open and read letters, supervise the fireplace, and make the school more and more smoky.

The first to resist, of course, was Gryffindor.On the afternoon before Umbridge took office, the Weasley twins, who had taught Dolores the gift of invention, bombarded the entire castle with fireworks. Popular headmistress.

That night, from Carla who was eager to place an order, she saw Weasley's business talent again.It turned out that these fireworks were not given away for free.In this way, they made money and vented their anger, and they became the heroes of Gryffindor and everyone who stood against Umbridge.

Dolores didn't go out on the days when the fireworks were flying in the sky, but went to Severus' office the next night, an ordinary Thursday, with potions and papers.The Easter holiday officially begins tomorrow, and she has plenty of time to start a new topic.

The cellar was as quiet and dark as ever. She stood in front of the door and just raised her hand when there was an explosion in the room, and then someone rushed out of the office and disappeared at the end of the corridor as if fleeing for their lives.If she read it correctly, it was Harry Potter. It seemed that the castle had been turbulent these past few days, which delayed his tutoring this week, and ended up bumping into her one day.

Through the open door, Dolores saw a Severus whose face was flushed with anger, the ground in front of him was a mess, and several cockroaches lay dead in the broken glass.

"What are you doing here?" Severus gave her a stern look, and with a flick of his wand, the glass jar returned to its original shape, and the dead cockroach flew back onto the shelf.

"Professor—" Dolores awkwardly raised the things in her hands to show her intention to come and conceal her intention to retreat.

"Put it all on the table, wait for me—" Severus walked aggressively towards the private storage room next door.

"Yes..." Dolores held her breath, and stepped into the office carefully, but before she had taken a few steps, the soles of her feet suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a shard of glass that Severus had missed penetrated her soft-soled booties.

"Hiss—" She took a deep breath, jumped to the sofa and sat down, gritted her teeth and pulled out the blood-stained fragments.She turned her head to look in the direction of the storage room, and easily forgave him for missing the spell in his rage, and used the Restoration Charm herself to fill in the missing piece of the cockroach jar.

Severus quickly went back and forth, handing her a frosted glass jar: "Here!"

"And my last thesis?" Dolores reminded in a low voice.

"Yeah." Severus turned around impatiently, and took out a stack of papers from the drawer: "Take it and go!"

"Yes, Professor." Dolores hurried forward to pick it up, but she stepped on the wound on the sole of her foot, causing one leg to go limp, and fell to his feet. The parchment that failed to be handed over was scattered all over the floor as she fell. .

"What are you doing?" Severus took a quick step back, folded his arms and looked down at her, sneered maliciously: "Knowing that I have passed the qualifying exam and there is no hope, I plan to throw myself into my arms, let me do it for you." Are you cheating for personal gain? Oh, maybe this is not a new idea? In the past few years, you have been in front of me with clever words and tricks, and you are trying to show off, so this is the purpose! You are really far-sighted!"

"No, it's not." Dolores stared at the stone bricks close at hand