[HP] Sickness and Medicine

The rationality of calmness and strong support finally collapsed under the heavy load.

She hadn't lost her composure in public, but the night after the funeral she apparated into an unfamiliar wilderness, screaming and wailing in the howling wind until she passed out from exhaustion.Only then did she understand that repressed emotions need to be released after all, and restrained emotions still need to be pinned.

When she woke up alone in the wilderness, she didn't know how many nights had passed.Under the sky full of stars, the magic wand connected with her mind and soul automatically transformed into an Irish whistle.She sat there holding it for a long time, then blew it randomly all night, and finally got up peacefully at dawn the next day.

The timbre of the whistle is sharp and penetrating, and it is not easy to learn by yourself.Dolores, who has a long lifespan as a witch, is not afraid to spend time. After countless nights of venting her emotions on the verge of losing control, her skills can be called elegant.And she has never played other people's repertoire, and what the six-hole whistle plays is always her heartfelt voice that is difficult to express.

The lucky rebirth casts a warm color on all the desolate and lonely memories.This Christmas Eve, when the castle was full of shadows and the wind and snow were sobbing, Dolores was in a good mood, because a Severus who could breathe and had body temperature, even though he was still far away from her, made her whole world Restore color.

Transforming the basswood wand she carried with her into a whistle, she stepped onto a rock protruding from the lake, and decided to play a little tune that she often played when she was sitting on the terrace facing the pure snow scene after her gray hair and wrinkled face.

At that time, she did not have enough energy to bear strong emotions, and the high-pitched flute was finally tamed by her, so the tune she played was much calmer, like an elderly woman lying on a deck chair, half-closed in the afternoon sun Focus on telling her grandchildren, even great-grandchildren and great-granddaughters about the joys and sorrows, happiness and regrets of the past, as well as the long thoughts that have been hidden in her heart for a long time and have traveled through time.

At the end of the song, a faint white light shone beside her, and the face behind the light was blurred, but the voice that came from it was unusually pleasant: "Miss Murray, I assume——if the head on your shoulders hadn't been covered with grape juice, A small amount of alcohol burns it out, what other reason can explain that you are standing by the black lake alone in the middle of the night, making noise against the wind and snow?"

Dolores looked sideways, with a faint smile on her face: "Isn't it nice?" Maybe no one has heard her play the flute, but no one really commented on it.If he could say something at this moment, it would certainly be appropriate.

It's a pity that she didn't wait for an answer, only that she could make any interpretation and it couldn't be understood as any silence.

Uncommonly, a trace of unwillingness rose in Dolores' heart, as if the out-of-control emotions from the past were revived.She especially wanted to see the expression of the person coming, even ridicule was a kind of freshness.She also wanted to see him open his thin, stubborn lips, even if he was sarcastically sarcasm as always.Focusing on the white light, he slid down the wand and landed on his raised right hand.She suddenly understood something.

She couldn't see him clearly, it must be because the falling snow blocked her eyes, because the light was dim, and because the devil in the night wanted to deceive her and try to embezzle the treasure in her heart.So she put away the whistle, stretched out her left hand to hold his right hand, put her fingertips on his wand, moved the tip of the wand, and whispered the spell: "Lumos Duo."

The white light at the tip of the staff doubled in brightness according to the spell. With the sufficient light and the increased height of the stone under her feet, she could clearly see the familiar yet unfamiliar face.His expression was as gloomy and indifferent as usual, the wrinkles between his brows were already deep and hard to smooth out, only the slightly raised eyebrows conveyed a few traces of rare surprise.He didn't cast a protective spell or warming spell on himself, the hands they held were as cold as they were, and a lot of snowflakes had fallen on his seldom clean and fluffy black hair, as if white hair had grown.

But it wasn't enough, she wanted to see more clearly.She wants to know the curvature of every strand of his hair, wants to be familiar with the direction of every wrinkle of his, wants to identify the warmth and coldness of every breath he takes, and wants to understand the meaning of every look in his eyes.The figure of him engraved in her heart is not clear enough, not detailed enough, enough for the god of death to see through her skin at a glance, and thus easily recognize among the thousands of souls, which one is her unswerving love for two lifetimes man of.

So her eyes were burning, she swung her wand upwards, and said softly again: "Extremely bright (Lumos Maxima)."

A bright white light escaped from the tip of the wand, and suddenly rose like a bright full moon, illuminating everything in every detail.She was satisfied when the light was enough, but turned to meet a pair of closed eyes, which made her panic for a moment, and pressed her trembling right hand to his face: "Severus, you, you open your eyes... You're all right, right?"

"What?" Severus barely opened his eyes in the blinding light, not sure if she was planning to use the Illuminating Charm as an attack in order to get drunk when he wasn't prepared.He poked out his wand to completely end the spell, and at the same time brushed away her hand on his face with the other hand, and blurted out the questioning words: "Why are you..."

However, due to his movements, Dolores, who had just stood firm on the stone, suddenly lost her balance, and her head, which was dizzy from the internal heat and external cold, directly hit his hard chest. With a muffled "dong", he was hit so hard that his heart ached, but the person who accidentally fell into his arms seemed to be silent.

What's wrong with this?With doubts, he leaned his upper body back as far as possible, cast the lighting spell again, lowered the tip of his staff and looked down, only to find that she had lost consciousness because of drunkenness or fainting.

Half angry and half helpless, Severus cast a warming spell on the two of them, hesitated for a while before picking up the unconscious girl, wrapped her whole with his thick cloak, and strode forward He walked in the direction of the school hospital.He cursed the bad weather in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't need to hug her himself, since a floating spell could solve it.

The falling snow was separated by a magic barrier, and the remnant snow melted due to body temperature, dripping on the face of the unconscious person, and slowly winding down the face, like tear streaks.He glanced casually, frowning involuntarily, hesitated again, wiped the girl roughly with his sleeve, raised the girl to shoulder height, leaned her upper body against his chest, then covered her head with the cloak, and if she couldn't see it, she couldn't. bother.

The courtyard of Hogwarts Castle was huge, and the return journey was long and difficult in the snow.Snowflakes danced behind him one after another, covering a series of straight footprints layer by layer, as if he didn't know where he came from or where he was going. Only this pair of travelers with different thoughts wandered in the universe and billions of light years.

Refreshing agent ([-])

Dolores paced in the dark.She tilted her head and thought for a while, remembering that she was doing homework in the library too late, and there was no one from the same hospital to go back to the dormitory, so she lost her way helplessly.It's curfew time now, although I haven't bumped into the castle administrator, most of the candles in the corridor have been extinguished, she is only in the first grade, and she has just entered school, and she hasn't learned any spells that can illuminate, so she can only rely on luck He groped his way against the wall.

At the next corner, a little light suddenly jumped into the field of vision, she let out a soft cry, and then heard a young voice asking, "Who's there?"

She rubbed her eyes and got used to it for a while before she could see the appearance of the person opposite.The boy seemed to be the same age as her, with an unusually protruding nose among his facial features, and a serious smile with pursed lips, and a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be formed by the night.She couldn't help being a little shy, even a little scared, but she honestly admitted: "I'm Dolores Mitchell from Hufflepuff..."

"Hufflepuff!" The boy sneered, with a very disdainful attitude, making it easy for Dolores to guess that the other party must belong to Slytherin.The boy frowned and continued to ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going back to the dormitory..." Dolores lowered her head in embarrassment, "I'm lost."

"You can get lost from the fourth floor directly to the cellar. It turns out that Hufflepuff is extremely talented in getting lost!" The contempt in the boy's tone became more and more obvious.

Dolores lowered her head a little lower.The young man spoke in such a tone, and she felt somewhat dissatisfied, but it dissipated immediately.All new Hufflepuffs who lived at Hogwarts for a month understood that the attitudes of the other three houses were essentially the same for them, except that Slytherin was more explicit.And by Christmas at the latest, all Hufflepuffs will adapt as usual, face any teasing or even belittling, laugh it off with a good temper, and then completely ignore it.This is their survival "wisdom".

The young man used the time-revealing spell, and as the light flickered, his brows were furrowed even more tightly.He continued to say in a bad tone: "I'm going back to the dormitory too. Slytherin and Hufflepuff's common room are on the same floor, so I can take you back on the way. However, in order not to bump into Pringle, you have to go through a road. Secret way, I hope you will not leak it in the future!"

"Really? Thank you so much!" Dolores raised her head in surprise, and swore with three sticks: "I will never disclose it to a third party. Please believe that Hufflepuff is trustworthy!"

"Put away the stupid gestures you learned from Muggles." The young man snorted displeasedly, raised his wand and raised his foot to lead the way: "This way!"

Dolores turned her hands back in embarrassment, and trotted to keep up with her eyebrows lowered.

It was a hidden spiral staircase, from the fourth floor to the basement, it was indeed very convenient to walk.Within 5 minutes, the two were standing in front of the Hufflepuff common room.

Rubbing her dizzy head from the stairs, Dolorie