[HP] Sickness and Medicine

idea. "She showed a meaningful smile: "I can indirectly take revenge on their master, the Dark Lord who claims to be beyond death.When he is completely defeated and dies again, but his enemies are still alive, if he knows after death, he will definitely be extremely painful! "

Instant blemish remover

After Dolores explained, Myron became even more worried: "You want to take revenge on that, that unknown person! That's even more messy! No, Laura, no, Dolores Murray, I In the name of father, you are forbidden to take such a risk!"

He quickly softened his tone: "Lola, pity your old father! I only have you as a relative! Don't make fun of your own life!"

"No, Dad, I won't make such jokes, I only do what I'm sure of." Dolores smiled slightly: "You said it all, we are Hufflepuff, you are still my father, can you not Know me? We are not smart enough, brave enough, not learned enough, but we are loyal and hardworking, we are fully prepared for a firm goal, we are not afraid of hardships and dangers, as long as we make up our minds, we will definitely achieve it!"

Myron puffed out his chest proudly: "Yes, this is the spirit of Hufflepuff!" But in a blink of an eye he collapsed again: "But, my dear, what are you going to do? We are all ordinary people, How could it be possible to take revenge on that unknown person?"

"Father, I only have one idea now. I will tell you when I make arrangements." Dolores held his hands solemnly: "Dad, believe me, I don't have too much ambition, and I won't be reckless." , I will not be greedy, I will do what I can. And maybe I will need your help when the time comes. Dad, you will not refuse your Lola's request for help, will you?"

"No, although I will dissuade you, I will support you!" Myron shook her hand: "Then, Lola, remember your promise! Our father and daughter have agreed on this first!"

"Dealed!" Dolores nodded vigorously.

Because she directly drank the potion containing Amanita muscaria, it was expected that Dolores's allergic symptoms became more serious this time. In addition to the persistent low-grade fever, continuous rashes appeared on her face and neck. , No matter how itchy it is, I can't scratch it.She was sent to the Potion and Plant Poisoning Department (Potion and Plant Poisoning) on ​​the fourth floor of St. Mungo by Myron. The female therapist in charge of her, Garrel, drew up a three-day treatment plan for her, which just did not delay her sitting on the fourth day. The train back to school.

Myron is also on a two-week holiday between Christmas and New Year's Day, so fresh meals can be delivered to her every day, so that she will not be tortured by mediocre sick meals.At noon on the third day of her hospitalization, there was a knock on the wooden door of the ward. She guessed that such a polite visitor must not be Myron, but she did not expect it to be someone she dared not ask for.

"Professor Snape?" Dolores shrank subconsciously under the quilt, covering half of her face that still had faint scars: "Why are you here?"

"Anyway, I didn't come to see you on purpose." Severus closed the door, put his black top hat behind his back, and looked at her with raised eyebrows: "As a master of potions, I also have business in the hospital."

"I understand." Dolores would not be sentimental.

Severus continued: "By the way, I heard that a student was hospitalized due to allergies, so I guessed it was you. It seems that you have finished the bottle of Mopsos potion?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Then?"

"Are you asking about the effect?" Dolores blinked and smiled, and took out the plan designed in the past two days: "It works for me! I see the future!"

Her subtly excited tone gave Severus a bad feeling: "What do you see in the future?"

"I saw—" Covered by the quilt, Dolores felt extremely safe as if she was in a snail's shell, so she involuntarily overplayed the words she had prepared: "I saw——I married you! I saw, I saw how we prepared the wedding, entertained the guests, and how my father gave you my hand... Well, actually seeing these is not very good, and in the future, there will be no such surprises..."

"Enough!" Severus stopped coldly: "Are you daydreaming about this precious potion? Or is your empty brain only concerned with such things? Look at the current situation! Look Look at what’s going on outside! Aren’t you curious about the casualties of the battle and the outcome of the war? Can’t you foresee something useful? Letting someone like you drink that bottle of potion is such a waste!”

Dolores' smile gradually collapsed.Before admitting to lying, she deliberately asked him: "But, professor, even if I see the casualties and the results, what's the use? What should happen will happen eventually. A good foresight can be regarded as psychological comfort." , bad foresight... get me ready for tears?"

After a pause, she simply asked more clearly: "Do you think the foreseen things can be avoided?"

"...Yes, you are right." Severus' expression gradually went blank: "Prophecy is useless, it can only lead to war, it can only cause tragedy, it can only breed regret. It is very strange that you don't care about the current situation and actions Well, this is the survival wisdom of your Hufflepuffs. However, what you have seen because of the Mopsos potion is impossible. I will not propose to a Hufflepuff who can only live in peace!"

If he had accused her so much two days ago, Dolores would have been ashamed, but now, she had a secret plan, and she was as innocent as he was.When he regained his composure in the silence between each other, she sincerely apologized in a voice full of sincerity: "I'm sorry, Professor! I lied to you..."

"Sure enough!" Severus showed his usual sarcasm again: "Murray, is it interesting for you to tease your former potions professor and current black defense professor again and again? You know that I won't believe you You still talk about this kind of daydream, do you like to humiliate yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Dolores covered her face completely, and said in a particularly dull voice: "I can't compare, which is better, the medicine doesn't work for me and makes you angry, or my making up nonsense to make you angry. ..."

"Murray, you should tell me the truth. Before the holiday, how did you promise me? If it doesn't work, forget it. You said yourself that you don't have the blood of a prophet, so I shouldn't have hoped for you." Fleurs took a step forward and pulled her out of the quilt: "However, although you are wrong to lie, you don't have to apologize for smothering yourself to death."

"It's not suffocation." Dolores quickly covered her cheeks: "Well, it has scars and is ugly. I don't want you to see it."

Severus took a closer look at what he said.On her forehead, which her little hands couldn't reach, there were indeed a few light red traces scattered, but they were definitely not ugly. It reminded him of the unknowable painting between her eyebrows at the Triwizard Tournament ball three years ago. There is still a red mole on it.If it's ugly, it's the Dark Mark on his left arm.

"If you're afraid of scars—" He flicked his hand on the bedside table, and a white glass jar fell from his sleeve: "This quick-acting blemish remover (Blemish Blitzer) is reserved for you."

Dolores tilted her head and looked at him for a long time without speaking.

"This is the ointment Bobby asked me to customize for the school hospital." Severus added impatiently: "You are a student at the school, I left you a bottle, Bobby won't say anything. Okay, I it's time to go."

As soon as he finished his explanation, he immediately turned around, casually put his top hat on his head, and went straight to the door of the ward. Dolores could only shout behind him: "Thank you, Professor! See you at our school!"

"Ouch!" Myron's cry of pain sounded from outside the just-opened ward door: "Ah! My daughter's lunch!"

Severus supported him with a wooden face, looked at the food on the floor with a wooden face, and apologized after a few moments of hesitation: "I'm sorry, Mr. Murray."

"Hey, what can I do! Even if I use the Restoration Curse, I've already fallen to the ground, who can eat it?" Myron beat his chest in regret: "Why didn't I notice that people are watching the road!"

"I'm sorry." Severus pursed his lips, "I'll pay you back."

"That's unnecessary, it's not your fault. I was afraid that my Lola would be hungry, so I left too hastily!" Myron was finally willing to look away from the food on the floor, and turned to the face in black in front of him. Gloomy man: "I haven't asked for advice—are you?"

"Daddy—" Dolores in the room took the opportunity to wave and shout to attract his attention.

"My daughter called me!" Myron showed a simple and honest smile: "Why don't you come in with me again?"

"No need, I have something else to do." Severus nodded his hat brim: "Good day!"

"Hey, okay, thank you! You too!" Myron politely watched him go away before entering the ward and locking the door with his backhand: "Lola, who is this guy? He looks very difficult to mess with!"

"It's really not easy to mess with." Dolores replied truthfully: "His name is Severus Snape, my seventh-grade black defense professor, and the previous six-year potions professor."

"Why did he change jobs?"

"Dumbledore has invited Professor Slughorn back."

"Ah, him!" Myron curled her lips: "He taught me. Although I have also attended his improvement class, but he is... oh, is it not good to speak ill of the professor in front of his daughter?"

Dolores shrugged: "It's okay, you guess what you are going to tell is the truth."

"Yes, Slughorn is the most cautious kind of Slytherin. The greatest manifestation of shrewdness in him is to protect himself wisely. But this is really surprising. Now he is willing to return to Hogwarts.