[HP] Sickness and Medicine

Floo Network, deal with Grindelwald's funeral. "

"It's on the shelf in the basement, go downstairs and get it yourself." Dolores got up, shook off the unused blanket, and covered Grindelwald.

"Thank you - I mean, thank you for the potion." Dumbledore nodded at her, and turned to the stairs.

The things that Dumbledore promised to deal with were naturally orderly and all planned.Myron easily accepted the visitor named "Gail", and enthusiastically tidied up the guest room next to Dumbledore's bedroom, and the two of them worked together to carry Grindelwald, who was still unconscious, into it.

In the afternoon three days later, Grindelwald woke up.He didn't look for Dumbledore immediately, but followed the scent, went straight to the kitchen, and stared at the dough in her hand with a pair of strange eyes.

"This can't be eaten. I have to wait for the ones in the oven and refrigerator." He didn't show any aggression, and Dolores didn't panic: "There's half a pot of creamy mushroom soup left at noon. I'll heat it up and serve it to you. You After sleeping for a long time and just waking up, it is best to eat liquid food first."

It takes time to heat up the meal. She thought about it, mixed a glass of honey water, put it on the lunch table, and invited him to sit down: "Please, sir, drink some water to moisten your mouth."

Grindelwald glanced at him, turned around and followed suit slowly.Dolores couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.If she can communicate and is willing to accept advice, it is enough for this one not to be a bad guest; as for pleasing him, she dare not force her.

When it was time for afternoon tea, Dumbledore entered the kitchen on time, and was a little surprised to see Grindelwald: "Gellert, I thought you would come to me first when you woke up."

"Hmm." Grindelwald raised the bread in his hand, indicating that food was temporarily more important than him.

"Understood." Dumbledore chuckled, boiled water and made tea by himself, and asked Dolores, "Lola, what's delicious today?"

"Orange mousse cake." Dolores cut three pieces and put them on the plate.

When the plate was placed in front of Grindelwald, he looked up at Dumbledore, then at her, and muttered "Thank you".

Guessing that there was a pun in this Xie Nei, Dolores accepted it directly without asking any more questions. While catching the hot tea offered by Dumbledore, she said casually: "When I was handling oranges, I tested what you taught me. Skinning Curse."

"Hey——" Grindelwald laughed: "You taught her to use the black magic spell invented to peel people's skins?"

"Magic is innocent." Dumbledore blinked easily, "It's as good as it works."

Dolores looked affirmative as usual: "It's very useful."

With the tacit acquiescence of the other three, Grindelwald also settled in Murray's house.He is not at all like the dark wizard who stirred up troubles in Europe and America decades ago. His daily state is more idle than Dumbledore, as if he has retired more thoroughly than him.

The only time he took the initiative to express his opinions was when he learned that Dumbledore was also penniless, and protested against the two living and living for free.The way he protested was not to pack up and leave, but to borrow Dolores' wand and drag Dumbledore away for a day.The next day, the two returned in ashes, each carrying an old wooden box covered in mud, each containing dozens of pieces of gold and jewelry, and they didn't know which legendary treasure they had dug.

The two boxes were temporarily locked in the cellar by Myron, and the family of four reached an agreement that when Haiyan River was clear, all these treasures would be sent to Gringotts, half of which would be exchanged for gold coins, and the other half would be kept intact and stored in the future to be exchanged with Dolores. In the vault opened in the name of the child.

Dolores rubbed her stomach and thought, this will be a happy child. His grandfather, two great magicians who once dominated the magic world in both black and white, expressed their expectation for his birth.

Of course, his happiness can be more than that.She sighed slightly at the spring scenery in the garden, knowing that she also has the greed of ordinary people, but she couldn't stop herself from extravagant hopes.

Blood tonic ([-])

The calendar turned to a new page of May, and Dumbledore pointed to the second number and asked, "Lola, it's this day, isn't it?"

"Yes." Dolores replied with no fluctuations in tone: "Specifically, after dark."

Grindelwald, who was watching, didn't understand why she was able to predict so accurately, but he never expressed his opinion. Obviously, as a foreign visitor and an illegal resident, he was not going to get involved in the internal struggles of the British magic circle.

In fact, what the whole family didn't know was that Dolores was not as calm as she appeared.As Severus' death was approaching, she had time to think over and over again, how on earth could she regenerate the will to live in someone who was waiting to die.She can't lie to him, can't force him, otherwise she can save for a while, but not for a lifetime, who made her not only hope that he can survive, but also take into account the future of the child, and have more expectations for him.

She thought she had disguised herself very well, but she was still seen through by someone who was Grindelwald who had been watching coldly.He found an opportunity to talk to her alone: ​​"The child's father, is that spy Albus? Why? Are you afraid that he will be in danger?"

Surprised by his transparency, Dolores hesitated for a while before confessing: "He will definitely be in danger. What I'm afraid of is that he'll sit and wait to die and don't want to live."

"Then you're afraid you won't be able to save him?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, showing some disapproval: "With Albus here, why worry?"

Dolores retorted in a low voice: "It's easy to save someone, but it's very difficult to save someone who is determined to die."

"Then just give him a reason to live. You are the mother of your child, and you don't even have the self-confidence?"

"...Really not."

"That depends on the children."

"The problem is, he doesn't know the child exists."

"Isn't this even better? What a huge surprise! A silly dad who holds a newborn baby is the easiest to fool, and he will obey you." Grindelwald curled his lips in disgust: "I had a subordinate before, and it was here At such a time, he was instigated by his wife and suddenly chose to betray."

Having no time to care about the fate of the traitor, Dolores subconsciously resisted: "No, my due date has not yet arrived, I can't risk my child!"

"You underestimated him, a born little wizard, not so fragile. How many powerful wizards and witches in the Middle Ages crawled out of their mother's womb by themselves."

Grindelwald exemplified casually, picked up another quill, and dipped it in the ink bottle: "Since magic is innocent, I will also teach you a spell. It was originally used for sneak attack and assassination, and someone was cut open by it at night The carotid artery bleeds to death without anyone noticing. How about it? The effect is not worse than skinning, right?"

He wrote a series of letters on a piece of blank parchment and sketched a figure: "This is the content and method of casting the spell. You can decide whether to use it yourself." After speaking, he put down the pen and left.

Dolores watched in silence for a long time, finally closed her eyes, and threw the parchment into the fireplace.Perhaps her plans will be changed by this.

As her stomach got heavier, Dolores had already stopped working and stayed at home to raise her baby. However, on the night of May [-], at her insistence, when Myron and Grindelwald fell asleep one after another, Dumbledore Lido took her, each with an invisibility cloak, and directly Apparated into Hogwarts Castle.

They grasped the timing very well. Before midnight, Voldemort hadn't personally ended, but the Death Eaters had already fought with the teachers, students and members of the Order of the Phoenix.At this time, most of the castle fell, and the anti-curse that blocked the displacement spell was completely broken.They stopped far away on the edge of the battlefield, and Dumbledore took out something and unfolded it: "Harry's father and friends left him a very interesting thing called the Marauder's Map, and I made a copy in time. Let's take a look, Where are the people we care about..."

Dolores poked her head over to check the map with him, and heard his rambling description: "Severus went back to the Death Eaters camp, stopped behind, and didn't move...Harry and his friends were going downstairs. There were three Weasleys - oh no, Fred..."

The ink dots gathered together suddenly dispersed, and the name suddenly disappeared from it. Even if Dolores didn't understand the usage of the map, she could guess what happened there just by hearing Dumbledore's mournful voice—an explosion brought Take a young life.In the dim light of the stars, she watched as a single tear snaked down and disappeared into his thick white beard.

She didn't know how to comfort him, but fortunately he quickly adjusted himself and put his gaze back on the map.They also noticed that after meeting with Lucius Malfoy, Severus and Lucius Malfoy began to approach the Forbidden Forest; soon, Harry Potter also led his friends in that direction.Just when she thought everyone would gather in the Forbidden Forest, they entered a passage one after another, and their names disappeared at the end of the road.

"Did they leave the castle?" Dolores asked.She certainly didn't confuse their disappearance with that of Fred Weasley.

"Almost." Dumbledore clicked on the location: "This is the Whomping Willow, and there is a secret road below it, which connects to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade."

"It's an abandoned and dirty house, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Once the previous speculation was confirmed, Dolores took a deep breath and said, "Albus, let's go there too. It should be the place where... Severus is about to be killed."

Dumbledore put away the map and nodded: "Okay. But let's go in another direction, so as not to bump into Harry and the others head-on."

Stepping on the Light Feather Curse, the two walked on the old wooden floor that had been in disrepair, without making a sound, leaving no footprints on the thick dust.They walked through a dark corridor, before approaching the light at the end, Dumbledore reached out to stop Dolores, waved his wand and wrote in the air: "They are all