[HP] Sickness and Medicine

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"That's right, Lola—" Dumbledore waited for her to close the door before speaking in detail: "Severus has just left the castle in a hurry. He has had the habit of drinking a glass or two of mead now and then, It's the kind Mrs. Rosmerta aged with oak, and I just finished a bottle. I guess he'll drop by the Three Broomsticks when he's done with his business, and you should be able to meet him there tonight if you start now. "

"I understand." Dolores took a deep breath: "I will go out as soon as possible."

Although Hogsmeade Village, like Hogwarts Castle, is in the Scottish Highlands, the temperature is much lower than that in southern England, but Dolores only needs to add a thick woolen cloak, and she is not afraid It's cold winter, because she will use the fireplace directly, travel thousands of miles on the Floo network, and never leave the house.

The Three Broomsticks Bar will close the back kitchen during the two weeks including Christmas and New Year's Day, and only open the bar. Except for the owner Mrs. Rosmerta, all employees are on vacation.Fortunately, this half month is the usual off-season, and Mrs. Rosmerta can do it alone.

When Dolores stepped out of the fireplace, there were only three or five wizards in the bar, sitting very scattered. Madam Rosmerta was chatting happily with an elderly wizard.

Seeing her appearance, Mrs. Rosmerta quickly came to greet her: "Happy New Year, Dolores! Do you want to talk to me about work?"

"Thank you, have fun." Dolores sat down slowly with one hand on her waist and the other on the table: "It has nothing to do with work. I am also a customer today."

"Okay, what do you want to drink?" Mrs. Rosmerta opened the wine list for her: "Choose whatever you want, I invite you!"

Thinking of Severus, Dolores made a decision unconsciously: "I've heard about the name of this store's mead for a long time..." Of course, it's not that she never really drank it, it's just that this wine suddenly has a special meaning because of one person.

"No!" Mrs. Rosmerta glanced at her stomach covered by the table: "Pregnant women cannot drink alcohol!"

"That's a taboo during early pregnancy. Now I'm five months old. It's okay to drink a little wine—just a little!" Dolores raised her hand to signal, leaving only a gap between her thumb and index finger: "Please!"

Mrs. Rosmerta hesitated for a while before letting go: "Okay, I'll pour you a little and taste it. Don't be greedy. If you want to drink, there will be more opportunities in the future. I'll make you another cup of hot milk with honey. This Take care of people."

"Okay, thank you so much!"

Although Dolores chose a location very close to the fireplace, there was a window behind her, and there was still a slight air leak. She simply kept her cloak on, and it seemed that she was a guest who had no intention of staying for a long time.Mrs. Rosmerta brought mead and hot milk, put a pillow behind her, and was called away by her previous chat partner.

The mead offered to Dolores was indeed not much, only a shallow layer, just covering the bottom of the glass.She picked it up curiously and smelled it before slowly pouring it into her mouth.A sweet and spicy taste suddenly exploded in her mouth, she took a deep breath, and felt that it was difficult to become her hobby because of Aiwujiwu.

In fact, wine and Severus, in Dolores' opinion, were two existences that were difficult to connect, even though it was said that the culprit of his childhood misfortune, his Muggle father, was a terrible alcoholic.Wine is something that people love, either for enjoyment or to get drunk, and Severus, who has always lived like an ascetic who is famous for his temperance, has good reasons to reject it and stay away from it.

Dolores thought so, so when she suddenly heard that he would have a drink, she couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of his new habit was while feeling out of sorts.

Did he stop teaching after becoming the principal, and was finally willing to treat himself a little better?Or is life becoming more and more unsatisfactory, with too many thoughts every day, and the only way to sleep is to drink alcohol?She doesn't dare to imagine the worse possibility, because no one can explain her doubts for her, she will only make things difficult for herself, and worry about it in vain.

The Three Broomsticks was much quieter than usual, and the crackle of the firewood was clearly audible.Dolores took off her gloves, holding a cup of hot milk, her eyelids gradually became heavy.After drinking a small amount of alcohol, she doesn't count as being slightly drunk, but the night is already deep, and it's basically time for her to wash and rest in her daily life.

Her head drooped involuntarily, and her nose sucked in the sable fur on the collar of the cloak. It was so itchy that she had to reach out and rub it, taking care of her astringent eyes, so that she could barely wake up a bit.The milk in her hand was about to cool down, she raised her head, and just about to take a few more sips, she suddenly saw the man opposite her.

It's Severus.

Dolores had no idea when he came and how long he had been sitting there.The movement he brought was too small, like a haunting ghost, not even disturbing her little sleepiness.But she didn't speak, didn't ask, but watched him quietly, her gaze was both greedy and restrained.

From the beginning of August last year to the present, it has been nearly five months, and they have not seen each other again.The growth of the child in the belly is recording their differences and also carrying her thoughts.Compared with before, he hasn't changed much, only a pair of black eyes are more unfathomable.Inside them, she saw the candlelight reflected by a star, but it was trembling, as if it would be completely extinguished at any moment.

Maybe it took a long time, maybe it was just a moment, she came back to her senses, turned her head slightly, and smiled: "Good evening."

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"Yeah." Severus looked away from Dolores: "I'm sleepy, go home and go to sleep."

"Go back right away." Dolores replied, pursing her lips secretly, thinking about how to lead the topic to the matter she was about to confess - not too deliberately, and not talking nonsense.She couldn't be more aware of his vigilance and impatience.

However, Severus didn't have the tacit understanding of waiting for her to speak at all, but got up directly, and it was obvious what he wanted to do.Dolores couldn't help panicking, she leaned forward a little, and grabbed the corner of his traveling cloak: "Wait——Severus!"

"Let go, Murray." Severus turned his head coldly: "Also, although you have graduated and I have become the principal, I should still be able to afford you to call me 'professor'."

"I know, I should call you Professor. You have been teaching me for seven years." Dolores quickly found a feasible way: "What about you? Why have you been so unfamiliar and only called me by my last name?"

She begged in a low voice: "Call me Dolores. Would you like to use my nickname?"

Dolores was actually testing.When she decided to meet Severus before, she made up her mind not to confess everything immediately.She wants to leave a way out, in case he really resists this child conceived by her and is about to be born so that he will kill him.Therefore, first ask him about his attitude towards that night, so that she can decide on the next step on this basis.

Severus still looked at her blankly, indifferent to this seemingly similar question, which made her chest constrict and she couldn't help but doubt.Could it be that when he fed her the amnesiac, he also swallowed some, so she also lost her memory?But he is a potion master, and he controls the potion like a finger, so it is impossible for him to have an accident.Then he doesn't remember, it's only on purpose.

"You don't want me to call you by your last name—" Severus bent over the table, and the sudden approach interrupted her thoughts: "It's because you have another one, right?"

Dolores was startled when she heard the words, her eyes widened uncontrollably.He broke through her biggest secret and told it so directly!Although she had never carefully concealed it in front of him, she did not look forward to such a scene where the truth would be revealed, and let her secret turn against him and become his weapon to disturb her mind.

Seeing her lose her composure, Severus took advantage of the victory to pursue, the corners of his mouth seemed to curve a bit, but there was no trace of kindness: "Did I always owe you 'Long time no see', Dolores—Mitchell?"

"You, you..." Dolores' lips trembled, not knowing what to respond to.

"I'm also very surprised to come to this conclusion. I went to St. Mungo's to see another you, tsk, and you are still the same as when you were in school, ordinary and mediocre." Severus continued: "I see you everywhere No way, a person like you is not worthy of this adventure of challenging the authority of the god of death."

Dolores asked blankly: "Do you remember--me?"

Severus gave a venom-soaked smile: "I remember you, but you don't remember I remember you, do you? That's not a tongue twister. Oh, let me guess—in your barren brain, The reason why you got this precious adventure must be because of me, and also because of your infatuation. So, relying on this younger and more beautiful skin, you keep running in front of me and doing a lot of tricks. Wait I enjoyed it, and are you still thankful that you got what you wanted?"

"I, I didn't know you were here, what are you talking about..." Dolores murmured in a low voice, and unknowingly let go of his cloak.

"Mitchell, you are always so stupid, so boring, so stupid." He flipped back his cloak casually: "Haven't you never suspected that based on the few intersections we had in school, you Where did the infatuation for me come from? Don't you think it's more like a curse that has held you back forever?"

Dolores looked at him, her heart was beating wildly, as if she wanted to fly out of her throat, at the price of death together, to stop him from using words as a dagger, and stabbing her soul full of holes Q.

However, her heart couldn't do it, and his mouth still opened and closed without any consideration or kindness—he always did this to her: "When we were in fifth grade, I was a small student of black magic, and my friend Avery at the time Suggest with Mulciber, get someone