[HP] Sickness and Medicine

In exchange, after you drink the potion, tell me how it works. "

"But... I was going to drink it when I get home for Christmas."

"why?"

"Drink it and I'm bound to have an allergic reaction, and a lot more. St. Mungo's always has my medical records, and my father can send me in."

Severus quickly nodded in agreement: "I'll wait for your report when you return to school, and it must be accurate and free from adulteration. I don't think you will want me to waste three more drops of Veritaserum on you. "

"I see, Professor." Dolores agreed first, but secretly decided in her heart how to hide it from the world. After all, what she wanted to see was the secret agreement between him and Dumbledore. he knows?

Entrusting the potion to Severus is actually more beneficial to Dolores. She can be freed from worrying about the potion day and night, and can concentrate more on preparing for the ultimate wizard exam next year.Even if she still doesn't know what she can do after graduation, a beautiful report card will always be beneficial.

More than a month later, she entered Severus' office again in the evening, and got a bottle of potion as blue as the sea water of the Aegean Sea.

"You swear, you'll be honest with me about all it's done to you," he finally testified.

"I swear." She smiled and pretended to agree.

Mopsos Potion ([-])

The day before Christmas Eve, Dolores took the Hogwarts Express back to London and was picked up by Myron with a tense expression.He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he got home and locked the door, and slowly took out his right hand that had been holding the wand in his pocket.

Dolores could understand his behavior very well. In her previous life, whenever she stepped out of St. Mungo's, she always looked like an enemy, as if Death Eaters would jump out of nowhere to attack her in the next second.The danger is indeed very close to them, whether it is them, or the people around them.For example, not long after the start of school, the mother of Anna Aibo, a girl in the same school who was a grade lower than her, was killed, and Aibo never came back after leaving school.

The next day they decorated the Christmas tree together, cooked delicacies, baked desserts, and had a warm and peaceful Christmas.Myron had deliberately stopped reading the papers for a few days, so as not to let the bad reports spoil her mood.

After New Year's Day, Dolores counted the time and realized that there was no further delay. She immediately confessed to Myron, who was on vacation at home, that she wanted to test a medicine. Although it was not dangerous, it contained fungal ingredients. Sent to hospital for treatment.

"Do you have to drink it?" Myron's first reaction was to dissuade him: "What kind of medicine do you want to test? How about I drink it for you? I have no history of allergies!"

"No, Dad, it may not work on you."

"Why does it work for you?"

"It can only be said that if I drink it, it is more likely to work."

Myron couldn't help wondering: "Is this medicine still picking people? Gender restricted? Or something else?"

Dolores shook her head apologetically: "Sorry, Dad, I can't answer."

"Well, the medicines in the development stage must always be kept secret." Myron thought of a saying: "Since we can't escape allergies, or we can live in the ward directly, so that we can get treatment as soon as possible."

"Not as soon as possible, I still need to fully experience the effects of the medicine." Dolores solemnly asked: "Father, promise me - I will take the medicine before going to bed tonight, and you will send me to the doctor tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Does it have to be like this? Allergies are hard to bear." Myron couldn't bear it: "The first time you had allergies was when you were three years old. You may not remember. At that time, you were sore and itchy all over, and you didn't even have the strength to cry. nothing."

Of course Dolores remembered.The pain is real, why don't you cry, but Myron is interpreting it on his own.At that time, she had just been reborn a few years ago, and she was still an old lady with a mentality of more than 200. How could she be ashamed to get emotional about this minor illness.

"Dad, don't worry. The potion is made by the Potion Master, and it will not cause harmful side effects." She comforted him while expressing her determination: "I insist on doing this, and I hope you will support me."

"Okay." Myron had to compromise until he agreed.

At night, after saying goodnight to her worried father, Dolores blew out the candles and uncorked the bottles in the dark.Mopsos potion exudes a strong fragrance, like a Greek beauty standing in front of the temple, classical and dignified, arrogant and mysterious.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pouring it all into her mouth.

Dolores's home is in a small town in the south of England. It was very quiet after nightfall. She lay down with her pillow on her head, and she could not feel the effect of the medicine at all, only her heartbeat was steady and clear.The allergies happened very quickly, and she could clearly feel that her face and neck had started to heat up, her limbs became limp, and her consciousness was also confused.

In total darkness, she had more joy than worry.She thought about how the prophecy would come if the potion was useful, and in the end the best answer was a dream.Looking at her current situation, there is no doubt that she is in a dream.

Dolores, who has limited exploration of Muggle science, has always believed that darkness is the most terrifying thing in the universe. It can eliminate space and swallow time. Just like now, she walks in the boundless dark void, completely feeling I don't know how far or how long I have walked.Just when she thought she would go on like this until the effect of the medicine ended, she finally caught a sound in her ear.

It's the sound of water.She looked around suspiciously, unable to tell where it came from.It seems to be far away in the sky, but also seems to be close at hand.However, the next moment, she couldn't care less about the question, and a wave like a tide rolled her up, engulfing her and rushing along with ease.

After she managed to calm down, she found that she was not in the water, and the constantly changing things around her were scenes that were performed frame by frame.She tentatively pushed one of them away with her hand, and a not-so-unfamiliar voice sounded, and the picture was purposely enlarged in front of her eyes: "...he accused me of 'being Dumbledore through and through'...""

This is Harry Potter, and before him is Dumbledore holding on to the Pensieve stand.The latter smiled and said, ""He's so rude! ""

Potter replied seriously, ""I said I was. ""

The scene suddenly stopped, but the two fell silent. Dolores noticed that Dumbledore's eyes were as wet as sapphires in bath water, clean and pure.The phoenix named Fox crowed softly, and only then broke the peace that everything was silent.

Dumbledore then adjusted his mood, and took the initiative to admit the gaffe just now: ""I am very touched, Harry. ""

Dolores sighed softly, and waved away the scene.She hadn't come to see how the greatest magician and savior of our time got along.She played the waves of light and shadow, looking for the moments when Dumbledore and Severus were alone, and only then did they talk about the great plan.

She quickly found a frame.Severus walked out of the cellar with a glass of thick golden liquid, and went straight to the principal's office via the spiral staircase. He put the glass in front of Dumbledore who was tired and collapsed behind the desk: "This is the potion for this month. Do you Did you follow my advice and try to avoid casting magic, lest the curse get out of control and counterattack?"

"Severus, I'm a wizard." Dumbledore reached for the glass with difficulty: "I want to investigate some things and arrange some things, how can I not use magic?"

Severus put the cup directly into his hand: "Didn't you arrange everything? Even your death half a year later, it was clearly arranged!"

"No, that's not enough." Dumbledore whispered: "I want to deal with as much as possible before I die, and I can't leave all those troubles to Harry. The burden on him is already heavy enough."

"Then I have nothing to say—" Severus straightened up expressionlessly, "since you don't even tell me what you're up to."

Dumbledore smiled disapprovingly: "Severus, I've already given you a task, haven't I? That boy in your academy, keep an eye on him..."

"Hmph." Severus was noncommittal: "I still have papers to correct, so I won't accompany you."

Seeing him turn and leave, Dumbledore didn't hold back either. Knowing that there would be no more information, Dolores began to look for the next frame.

She saw the two walking side by side in the twilight courtyard of the castle again, but the atmosphere of getting along didn't seem to be harmonious, Severus was almost growling in anger: "...information—you trust him, but you don't I! ""

Dumbledore shook his head: ""It's not a matter of trust or distrust.You and I both know that my time is limited.I had to give the boy enough information to do what needed to be done. ""

"Then why can't I get the same information?"

"I don't want to keep all my secrets in one basket, especially one that hangs on Voldemort's arm a lot of the time."

"I did as you ordered!"

"You've done an excellent job. Don't think I underestimate the danger you're in at all times, Severus. Only telling Voldemort what appears to be valuable information, and keeping the most important information to myself, is a job I only I can give it to you.""

Dolores was shocked.Dumbledore had hit the nail on the head - he had left a most important message for Severus to deliver to Harry Potter.But what is the message?Why can't you tell him now?

The two in the scene argue for a moment about the mind-link between Harry Potter and Voldemort, when Dumbledore suddenly looks left and right, as if to make sure that their conversation is not being listened to, before continuing: "Severus, in After you killed me—""

Here comes the point!Dolores held her breath, ready to listen