[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Listening to what he had planned after his death, it was a pity that Severus interrupted angrily: ""You won't tell me anything, but you still expect me to help you with that little favor!You take many things for granted, Dumbledore!Maybe I'll change my mind! ""

""You swore, Severus. ’” Dumbledore’s reply made it clear that the last sentence was just his angry words: “”Speaking of your service for me, I remember you promised to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friend, didn’t you? ""

Severus' indignant expression made him finally give in: ""Come to my office at eleven o'clock tonight, Severus, and you won't complain that I don't trust you...""

The rest of the way back to the main building of the castle, they didn't continue talking, Dolores didn't waste any time, and searched for the scene that night nearby.

The background is the headmaster's office again. Dumbledore emphasized to Severus, who was sitting upright, while pacing: "Until the last moment, when it is absolutely necessary, don't let Harry know, otherwise how can he have the strength?" To do what he had to do? "

"What must he do?"

"That's between Harry and me. Now, Severus, please listen carefully. At some point - after I'm dead - don't argue, don't interrupt! At some point, it seems Voldemort will Fearing for the life of his big snake."

"Worried about Nagini?"

"True. If at some point Voldemort stops sending the serpent to do his bidding, and keeps it around, magically protecting it, then I think I can tell Harry."

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him that on the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put her life between them, the Killing Curse rebounded on Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blown away, attached to the collapsed house The only living soul in the world. A part of Voldemort lives in Harry, giving Harry the ability to talk to snakes and connect to Voldemort's mind. This has always puzzled him. As long as that is not discovered by Voldemort The soul fragments are still attached to Harry, and under Harry's protection, Voldemort cannot die." "

Unlike Severus who was calm, Dolores covered her mouth almost in horror, for fear that she would scream out of control.She never thought that Voldemort's so-called marked rival, Harry Potter's so-called catastrophe, turned out to be the truth.The credit for the first downfall of Voldemort should belong to Mrs. Potter because of her great maternal love.

At the same time, there was another meaning to the words, and Severus caught it: ""Then the boy...the boy must die? ""

Dumbledore agreed with him: ""And it must be Voldemort himself, Severus.That is very important. ""

During the long period of relative silence between the two, Dolores also fell silent.At this moment, she really felt that Dumbledore was cruel, cruel to herself, and cruel to the boys he cared for, and he arranged for them all to die.

Severus was more moved than her spectator-like sigh: ""I thought...for so many years...I thought we were protecting him, for her, for Lily. ""

Dumbledore couldn't bear to open his eyes and said: ""We protect him because we must kill him, train him, and let him hone his abilities.At the same time, the connection between them has become stronger and stronger, like a parasitic life.Sometimes it seemed to me as if he was aware of something himself.If I really knew him, I think he'd arrange everything so that when he did die, it would mean the real end of Voldemort...""

His volume was getting smaller and smaller, and Dolores thought it was him who lowered his voice, but when the picture was blurred, she realized that it was an abnormality on her side.The wave that had given her a ride at first began to urge her to go, her journey was coming to an end.

Dolores panicked instantly, how could this be possible?She had only seen the tip of the iceberg of Dumbledore's plans, and there were still so many unanswered questions.She paddled her limbs desperately, hoping to continue to swim upstream to search for more information like swimming.

Perhaps her efforts touched something, and a silent image was sent to her - Severus pushed away a boy with short light blond hair, and raised his wand at Dumbledore who was collapsed on the wall.A green light hit him into the air, as if he was going to feed him to the huge green skull on the top of the tower, and the next second, he fell on his back and disappeared.

"Ah—" Dolores screamed and opened her eyes, covering her chest and trembling all over, like a drowning person on the verge of death.Between the darkness of the dream and the light of reality, a mysterious instruction quietly fell into her mind.

Before she could look back, a wide and warm embrace accommodated her.Myron patted her on the back and comforted her softly: "Good Lola! Good daughter! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Dad is here! What kind of monsters and ghosts, Dad will help you drive away!"

Dolores gradually stopped trembling in his deep and soft voice, and her rapid breathing also calmed down.Noticing Myron's posture, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed.She actually hid in her father's arms like a doll who had a nightmare!

"Father, cough, I'm fine." She pushed him lightly: "Relax, let me breathe some fresh air!"

"Is it really all right?"

"Really! I swear!"

"Okay then." Myron put down his arms, retreated to the chair beside the bed, and started chatting seemingly casually, trying to attract her attention: "Speaking of which, when you were young, I didn't hug you very much! At first, I ignored you, I was wrong, after I found out, I wanted to make up for it, but when I saw your expression on a stranger, I lost the courage to take that step. Hey, we are all Hufflepuff, don’t make fun of anyone! Fortunately, now that I’ve got it, it’s considered complete!”

Dolores was stunned when she heard that: "Father, you don't hate me long ago?"

"Hate you? Why should I hate you?" Myron looked astonished, obviously the direction of the topic was not what he expected: "I am a father, why do I hate my daughter?"

"I thought you would hate me because of your mother's death..." Dolores replied with some difficulty: "It was my birth that made you lose your beloved wife."

"What kind of talk is this!" Myron showed a bit of anger: "You are the crystallization of the love between Case and me, and we brought you into the world at our discretion. If any of us suffers misfortune, it is our fault. It can’t be counted on your child! It’s inevitable for me to be sad when Keith passed away, and I was depressed for a while, but I was resenting myself! At that time, at that time...” It seemed that it was hard to say Things, he paused for a while and couldn't continue.

"Father—" Dolores called him softly, holding his hand to convey comfort: "You don't have to force it."

Myron shook his head when he heard the words, but seemed to have found the courage, and continued in a low voice: "Case's personality is stronger than mine. One month before she gave birth, I followed her on maternity leave, but I felt bored at home. She always picks and chooses, so she often finds friends to drink, and even stays out all night. At that time, the activities of Death Eaters were more rampant than they are now. Like mad dogs, they would bite anyone they caught, regardless of whether the other party was a hemp or a mixed race. I never expected that they found our house and chose another night when I was away. Keith was, was..."

He wiped away the tears that fell unconsciously: "Anyway, when I came home the next day, I saw her dying in a pool of blood. The Death Eaters didn't kill her, but she was not far from death. I put She was sent to the hospital, and with her last breath, she gave birth to you, and then went..."

"It turned out to be like this..." Dolores murmured to herself.

"The name Case and I chose for you was Dorothy." Myron reached out and touched her side face: "You are the best gift the gods have given us, but... everything is messed up by me." Smashed. A gift, a witness to doom. So, I named you 'Dolores', to mark my remorse, but not to blame 'pain' itself. Lola, my girl, anyway, You are innocent. I didn't know until today that you and I each blamed ourselves for making our father and daughter miss so many years!"

Speaking of the emotional part, he took Dolores into his arms again and hugged her tightly, as if embracing a long-lost treasure.This time Dolores did not refuse, but stared blankly at the snow-white wall opposite. As he narrated, she recalled her other father, Baird Mitchell, in her previous life.

Since she got the same name twice, is there a similar story hidden behind the name?It's just that Baird was not as lucky as Myron, he didn't get an opportunity to talk about everything like today.Even if she has doubts now, she can't verify it with him in person.The year before she was born in this life, when he was 19 years old in her previous life, he died in the line of duty as an Auror.

An unprecedented fire of hatred began to burn in her heart, directed at the executioners who killed her former father and now mother.

She whispered in Myron's ear, "Dad, you hate Death Eaters, don't you?"

"Of course!" Myron affirmed without hesitation, but quickly asked vigilantly: "Lola, why are you asking this? You don't want to do something to the Death Eaters, do you? Don't be stupid! You have just grown up! If you face them, you are going to die!"

"No, Dad, I'm sober, I know I'm not good at fighting, but I have a