[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Knowing that she had been lying weak for a long time, Dolores wanted to get out of bed, and she had already paid attention to moving slowly, but her limbs were unexpectedly stiff, and her body responded several seconds later, like a puppet whose string was stretched too long. As a result, it is impossible to follow the command in time.

It seems that the Killing Curse, which failed to kill her like the meaning of the spell "destroy her", did some damage to her after all. I only hope that this dullness will not last long, and the influence can be gradually eliminated in the future.But she was not flustered at the moment, this body could not be worse than the old body in her previous life more than ten years before her death.She walked a few steps holding the cabinet, and quickly found a suitable rhythm.

After opening the bedroom door, Myron's voice came from the direction of the living room, with rare excitement and enthusiasm: "...This is your trophy! It's really weird! Tell me quickly, what spells did you use at that time?" The one who defeated him..."

Dolores stared in amazement at the old and the young who were chatting happily together: "Why do you..." She immediately reacted, turning her head and glaring at Myron: "Dad, why didn't you do what I wrote in the letter? How can you wake him up? I deliberately put enough water of life and death..."

"Ah, Lola, my dear daughter! You finally woke up!" Myron ran over and hugged her regardless: "You really scared me to death! How could you do such a dangerous thing! You clearly promised , will not rashly confront the Death Eaters!"

"Don't evade the problem!" Dolores desperately got out of his arms: "Why don't you listen to my arrangement? Do you know that if people find out that he is here, we will be in big trouble with him! Do you know , you are killing him! Do you want him to die again?"

"But, Lola, when I gave the medicine, Professor Dumbledore had already woken up. He didn't want to continue to sleep, how could I not agree?" Myron suddenly became excited: "Oh, Lola, Phoenix sent the professor here You didn't know how surprised I was when I was there? How did you know he was my idol?"

Dolores asked with a straight face, "Is he your idol?"

"That's right, people of my generation grew up listening to the story of him defeating Greenwald, how could they not admire him?" Myron pulled her to sit down: "Just now I wanted to find out the details of that battle!"

Dumbledore sat quietly across from their father and daughter, wearing Myron's old nightgown, smiling at Myron's chatter, seeing Dolores annoyed at the frustration of her plan, and stroking her intact left hand nestled on his lap from time to time of Phoenix.

Knowing the role of idols, Dolores no longer insisted, and turned her head to greet Dumbledore: "Good day, Mr. Dumbledore, and Fox."

Fox let out a weary cry and attracted her attention: "What's wrong with it? Is it uncomfortable?"

"Fox is about to die again." Dumbledore sighed: "In the past few years, because of my affairs, it has been depleted a lot."

"This time it's because of me. Is there anything I can do about it?"

"No, Lola—can I call you that? It's because of me after all."

"I'm not arguing with you. Let's talk about Fox first—" Dolores quickly changed the subject, taking into account Myron's incomplete knowledge: "I remember that although the phoenix appears all over the world, its habits are the most thoroughly studied Yes, it’s ancient China. People there think that it’s not only a phoenix tree, but it doesn’t eat unless it’s practiced, and it doesn’t drink unless it’s a Liquan’. Maybe we should prepare some food and drink for it first, and then build a nest for it. Let it pass Nirvana smoothly."

"Lola, although there are records of phoenixes all over the world, their varieties are not exactly the same. For example, the phoenix in ancient China is also called the phoenix." Dumbledore corrected gently: "This one of mine has the Greek immortality. The bloodline of the bird. It prefers golden branches to sycamore trees. But bamboo rice and spring water are indeed its favorite snacks and drinks."

"I'll prepare it! I'll prepare it!" Myron took out the role of the head of the family: "My mother's dowry has a set of gold plates, which can be transformed into branches, and the spring water is taken from the pond in the garden in the middle of the town. Well, there is a living spring under it. But, bamboo rice... what about this?"

Dolores took over the conversation: "Bamboo rice is the fruit of bamboo, and it is also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. Dad, you can go to Chinatown in London to have a look."

"London Chinatown?" Myron asked suspiciously, "Where is it in London?"

This Dolores is not very clear, but Dumbledore touched his knee and gave a clear answer: "Myron, you go to the Leaky Cauldron, come out of Charing Cross Road, then go south, go back to West Turn, a total of 5 minutes walk, you can get to the place."

"Okay, leave it to me!" Myron patted his chest and promised, "I'll go to the basement to find the gold plate first!"

"Buy food and drink for Fox first." Dumbledore persuaded him: "The golden branch can be used when it is in nirvana. The stomach is relatively more important."

"Understood!" Myron gladly accepted the order, went back and forth in the living room, quickly dressed, and stepped into the fireplace: "I'm leaving, see you later, professor, Lola!"

After the green flame in the fireplace was extinguished, Dolores looked up at Dumbledore: "You must have a lot of doubts about sending my father away on purpose."

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Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I can see that you have concealed a large part of him. I can understand that you don't want your father to worry. Fox follows the agreement with you. Since you are safe and sound, it will not reveal anything, only Wait until you tell me yourself."

"Okay." Dolores leaned on the sofa, slowly rubbing her brows: "I don't know where to start, why don't you ask, I will confess if I can answer."

"Alright. Then, let me say something first—" Dumbledore pulled out a newspaper on the coffee table and unfolded it: "You have been in a coma for three days and three nights, and the news of my funeral has been made public. Fox brought you here last night Come back, when I woke up and saw you in my clothes, I guessed what you did. I reassured Myron and told him that it was our plot to replace me unconscious and pretend into my dead body, let me fake my death in front of the public, in order to deal a fatal blow to Voldemort in the future. He was persuaded. You seem to have revealed to him that you want to take revenge indirectly on Voldemort, in order to save his enemy. In addition, I'm also grateful that he regards me as an idol, obeys me enough, and believes in me."

Dolores stood up slowly and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you!" Among the decisions she made, the only thing that was difficult to take into account was the feelings of Myron, the father. Whether she died or survived, he would Being hurt, the difference is only big and small.Now that Dumbledore has lied for her, he definitely deserves this big gift from her.

"This is my thanks to you, Lola, sit down." Dumbledore raised his hand to greet her, saw his scorched right hand, and simply asked the first question about it: "Then I will ask Ask about the curse-suppressing potion. How do you know what curse I am under? And how can you concoct that thick gold potion?"

"I foresee the future." Dolores easily found a reasonable name for her memory of her previous life: "With the help of Professor Snape this semester, I got a bottle of Mopsos Potion, and on New Year's Day this year After drinking it, I saw some scenes that were about to happen, and accidentally learned some secrets. For example, your curse, your plan, and... your death."

"Mopsos potion? That ancient potion that has been suspected of being misnamed? Does it work for you? Or is it so clear after seeing the scene and hearing the conversation?" Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Unexpectedly, Sev and I Les took all precautions, avoided the prying eyes of others, but failed to escape the eyes of the Prophet, even if you only possessed it temporarily. He helped you complete the potion... So, he knows that you know our plan? Is it your plan to pretend that I was killed?"

"No, I didn't tell him what I saw. I've heard that Voldemort is very good at insanity."

"Then he really thought he was killing me at my request. He must have used the Killing Curse, so, how did you survive? You didn't rely on Fox, otherwise it would have been nirvana again."

"The Killing Curse has no counter-curse, but it can be avoided carefully, as long as it is done properly." Dolores told the truth in another way, intentionally misleading, and concealed the matter of the wand.

"Then you have taken a great risk!" Dumbledore couldn't help being moved: "There are only a few people who have the courage to face killing, and they can do it - very few! You are very good, child, Lola. Allow me to be the headmaster Are you proud of your status as an elder?"

"You're flattering me, Professor, I'm sure I'll do it."

"No, you are worth it. As long as you are not completely sure, this kind of courage is rare. Death, which even Voldemort fears, is just a difficulty that can be challenged and overcome in front of you."

"OK, thanks."

After a brief silence in the living room, Dumbledore spoke again, "I think we just skipped that potion. I hope you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind, but I can't explain this in detail, please forgive me." Dolores lowered her head and avoided his eyes: "You just need to know that the formula of this potion is an upgraded version of the formula used by Professor Snape , you only need to drink one bottle every quarter, and if you stick to it, although you can’t completely undo the curse, it can protect you for at least ten years.”

"This is really a surprise from heaven." Dumbledore smiled: "Oh, I made you laugh! I am also a layman. After escaping a death, it is inevitable that I will rejoice in my life."

"No, no matter what, it's always good to be alive." Dolores also smiled.

Dumbledore must have a lot of questions,