[HP] Sickness and Medicine

White wine.

"Okay, I don't ask." Avery shrugged nonchalantly: "I just want to know, have you played enough? If not, you can continue to play. If you have played enough, it's time to give the person to me! Didn't you Forget? She was the first one I discovered!"

Severus turned his head violently when he heard the words, a pair of black eyes shot fiercely: "Avery! You want to rob me again? I warn you, she is not something you can covet!"

Avery was taken aback, touched his chin suddenly, and asked thoughtfully: "Why do I feel that this situation is familiar? You said 'again', did we fight over it when we were in school?"

"You don't have to remember." Severus turned and left without wanting to talk to him.

"This Mr. Snape—" A hand with bright red nail polish stopped his arm: "I am Alva, the madam of the Blood Moon Bar, you may already know me? After all, we have been here more than once gone."

"I don't know." Severus brushed her hand away: "What's your business?"

"I just came to ask you, sir, to confirm one thing." Arva continued without thinking offended: "The power of your group is in full swing, and I dare not offend all the gentlemen present. It is the right thing to make you satisfied with our service. I, the madam, are responsible."

"What are you trying to say?" Severus frowned.

"That girl—" Alva pointed to Dolores in the corner with her eyes: "Is it your type? So, sir, you—only like girls?"

"What's your business?"

"No problem, I get it. I'll get ready."

"Wait—" This time it was Severus' turn to ask, "What do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Snape, you are not alone." Alva smiled ambiguously: "I have rich experience, and I have met many guests who share the same taste as you. People like you may not be happy with their first love, or even a beautiful woman. A confidante who has left you with lifelong regrets, so a girl of her age has an indescribable attraction to you. Sir, please rest assured again, you are by no means an exception, there is nothing to be ashamed about!"

"Hahaha, Snape!" Avery laughed wildly from the side: "That's why you rejected Susan? We all thought you were impotent! So you don't like mature women, you only prefer fresh and juicy women girl!"

"I heard someone mention my name? Huh?" A red-haired woman with high heels and a lady's cigarette came over coquettishly.

At the sound, Severus turned and walked away, striding so fast and so loudly that he nearly spilled the elf's special white wine in his glass.If it was said that he could barely bear Alva's arbitrariness, then this prostitute named Susan made him disgusted even if he took a second look.

Although she didn't understand why Dolores knew about the Blood Moon Bar, she was right. The red-haired and blue-eyed Susan did look somewhat similar to Lily at first glance.However, these resemblances not only did not impress him, but made him extremely nauseated, as if a certain taste he liked was mixed with a pool of filth, which not only ruined his current appetite, but also polluted the good memories of the past.

"Mr. Snape—" Alva warmly greeted him behind his back, "Next time I will bring a few more girls for you to choose from..."

"Enough!" Severus turned his head viciously: "Don't waste your Shrinking Potion!"

"Sir!" Arva's face changed instantly: "This is really a serious accusation! You can't just slander us just because you are dissatisfied with us. After all, we are just poor women who work hard!"

"Slander? No. Poor? A joke!" Severus raised his eyebrows high: "I swear as a master of potions, none of the people you brought didn't drink. Ratspleen and Although the content of Leechjuice is small, the fishy smell is hard to get rid of. You put incense in the living room to cover up the smell, right? I really doubt that, let alone your subordinates, even you have white hair Goose-skinned old woman!"

"Damn!" Avery couldn't help retching, and got up cursing: "Alpha, you bloody bitch! How dare you play us with a group of old women!" He picked up his wand and shot a dazzling The red light and his face complement each other: "Cruciate! Cruciate! See if I don't kill you!"

The change here also alarmed the others, but Severus walked away calmly, away from the imaginable chaos.He walked up to Dolores, held her in his arms, and brought the wine glass to her mouth: "Drink the wine slowly, it will be better."

Dolores opened her mouth, but instead of drinking to be obedient, she let out a deep and strange smile: "Severus, I'm sorry to tell you - I'm also an old woman! There are no women in the room like me Old! I have lived to be over two hundred years old! Who can compare with me?"

"What kind of hysteria are you having?" Severus frowned, then as if realizing something, he first touched her forehead, then opened an aromatherapy bottle to identify it, and couldn't help cursing "Damn ", throwing away the two wine glasses, picked up Dolores and rushed out.

He saw Voldemort talking to Anthony Dolohov by the fountain.Seeing him appearing, the latter was obviously very surprised: "Is it over, Severus? Or, are you going to live up to this night?"

"No, master, please allow me to leave." Severus gestured to the drowsy girl in his arms: "The aromatherapy placed in the living room contains a small amount of Amanita muscaria. She is allergic to fungi and has already developed symptoms!" said After that, he took the initiative to meet Voldemort's eyes, as evidenced by his memory.

"What a disappointing physique!" Voldemort smiled after finishing Legilimency: "Fortunately, you have already enjoyed it, haven't you? Oh, Severus, how could you be so unkind to a girl who is devoted to you Woolen cloth?"

Guessing that he wasn't blaming himself, Severus immediately replied: "But my nature is like this. If she is disappointed, it's because she doesn't know people clearly and has done it on her own. Of course, since she has become mine, I won't regret it anymore." It's too late."

"Very well, Severus, you should be like this. Love and lust are a man's plaything. You can desire and enjoy, but don't be rotten by tenderness and become a coward who can't get up on a woman !" Voldemort nodded: "Okay, you go, I will let Wormtail follow you, help you, and serve you. But I will call him back tomorrow morning."

"Yes, thank you, Master!" Severus obediently responded.Compared with last summer when Peter Pedillo stayed in his house in Spider's End, he only stayed for one night now, which was a great improvement.The last trace of Voldemort's doubts about him would soon be completely wiped out.

As soon as he stepped out of the range of Malfoy Manor, Severus immediately cast the Mirage Charm and went straight into the bedroom at home.He was relieved by the familiar environment, quickly put Dolores on the bed, opened his cloak and removed the rope.He put a tub of warm water in the bathroom, and on the way back, he happened to see Peter Pedilou who had suddenly appeared with a snap.

"S, Snape, the master asked me to follow!" Pedillo timidly explained.

"I know." Severus hardly bothered to answer him.

He carried Dolores into the bathroom, took off her clothes with his eyes closed, carefully put her into the bathtub full of foam, roughly cleaned her up, wrapped her tightly with a towel, and put her on the bed in the bedroom again.Dolores didn't faint or fall asleep, but she didn't say a word the whole time, and she rarely even blinked her eyes. She was as obedient and quiet as a Barbie doll with exquisite appearance and soulless appearance.

After a while, Severus, who had also washed himself, returned, turned off the light bulb before lying down next to her.

"The people sent by the Dark Lord have the problem of eavesdropping." He whispered in her ear in the dark, "He will leave tomorrow morning, and he must report to the Dark Lord. This is the purpose of his sending."

Dolores reacted for a while before turning her head in his direction: "Do you want...to continue?"

"Sorry, Murray," Severus replied softly.

"I see." Dolores bit her lips, closed her eyes with complicated emotions, but felt relieved after resigning her fate: "Can you call me by my name?"

"...Dolores."

"Give me a special nickname."

"Lola, no, Lo."

"Yeah." Dolores put her face on his shoulder: "Please...be gentle with your Luo."

"Okay." Severus pulled the towel off her body and leaned forward instead.The iron bed that had been in disrepair for a long time began to creak, like an old half-mute female ghost singing numbly, all heard by the sneaky figure gnashing its teeth outside the door.

Dolores passively endured everything he gave, but it was a pity that tenderness could not offset the pain. She never broke tears from the beginning to the end, and in the end, because of the dry crystallization, her upper and lower eyelashes were glued together.

The midnight chime came clearly through the window with a piece of glass missing. Dolores rubbed her eyes and pushed the man on her body: "I'm tired and sleepy. Isn't it enough?"

"Wait a minute—" Severus quickened his movements, and after a few minutes fell over on his side, gasping for breath.

"I haven't come home so late, Dad will definitely worry about me." Dolores murmured.

"I'll take care of it." Severus promised softly, "Could you tell me before you go to bed why you were the one who delivered the food today?"

"Oh." Leaving aside her mental activities, Dolores told him what happened in the back kitchen of the Three Broomsticks bar: