[HP] Sickness and Medicine

There, let's wait a little longer. "

Dolores nodded, cast the few silent spells she had mastered, temporarily enhanced her hearing, and finally heard the conversation in another room clearly.Voldemort was angrily asking why the Elder Wand didn't obey him, and Severus occasionally responded with a mixture of sincerity and perfunctory.

Voldemort finally announced his decision: "As long as you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot really be mine. "

""Owner! "" Severus's shout this time showed resistance, and Dolores couldn't help but her eyes warmed up when she heard it, and she was relieved that he was not completely caught without a fight, and even wanted to overthrow the previous conjecture.He may not have a firm determination to die, but only act passively when saving himself.There is a fundamental difference between the two psychology.

A scream interrupted her train of thought, uttered by a familiar voice with an unusually unfamiliar accent.Her heart constricted suddenly, as if someone had inserted her hand into her chest and grabbed it hard.She heard someone fall to the ground in a trance, and it was only when she realized that she was supported by Dumbledore that she dullly understood who it was.

Dolores clasped Dumbledore's hand back, trying to urge him to do something quickly, but he shook his head, and it was not time to answer with mouth.She was full of doubts, and almost maliciously asserted that he was reneging on his promises and would not save him, just in time for a girl to call "Harry".

Severus was dying, and Harry Potter was by his side, and it dawned on her.It turned out that this was the "last moment" that Dumbledore had planned for a long time.

She looked up at Dumbledore, discerning a deep grief on his face, and could only suppress the bitter resentment in silence.Indeed, the scene was so tragic that he had never expected it.He is a saint who has never killed but is willing to die generously, not a god who has everything under control.

In a dilapidated house with a wall close by, Dolores suffers from waiting.The man she loved, the father of her child, was next door, bleeding all over the floor, dying, she almost wanted to rush over regardless.Dumbledore could understand her urgency, but the arms that blocked her were like shackles.

The text floating in the air tried to comfort her: "Calm down, Lola! There is still time! Nagini's attack method does not conform to its predation habits, and the bleeding caused by excessive biting is conducive to the discharge of toxins. Arthur was also captured Genie bit him, took him to St. Mungo's over an hour later, and came back. We're all here, and Severus couldn't be any worse."

He himself had been exemplary enough to remain calm enough that not even Voldemort's blatant threats to Harry Potter to throw himself into the trap hadn't swayed him.When Potter and his companion left together, he changed from holding back to helping, and took the initiative to lead Dolores into the dim room.

Severus was lying alone on the ground, his black eyes were dull and empty, his left hand was bloodstained and rested on the side of his neck, and the wand in his right hand was still on.

Dumbledore sighed and called "Fawkes".The phoenix then appeared with flames, flew and landed on Severus' shoulders, tilted his head, large drops of pearly eyedrops dripped from the corners of his eyes, and fell into the hideous and terrifying wound on his neck.White light flashed, and the severe wound caused by the snake teeth healed miraculously.

"Lola, Severus is not completely out of danger." Dumbledore warned softly: "He went into shock due to excessive blood loss, and his consciousness was stuck between life and death. It is up to you to bring him back to the world."

"Yeah." Dolores nodded, and knelt down beside Severus, leaning on her stomach.

"I have a spell here." Dumbledore handed over a small piece of parchment, just like Grinwald's habit, with a string of letters and a figure on it: "He has closed senses, is ignorant, can't see or hear , you can try to enter his mind world and communicate with him."

"The world in your head?"

"Yes, the imaginary space where a person places himself can show the true appearance of the soul, accompanied by the scene that is most meaningful to him."

"Soul..." Holding the piece of paper in the palm of her hand, Dolores hesitated: "Will outsiders show the appearance of a soul when entering through this spell?" If so, then what life should her soul look like? ?Dolores Murray, or Dolores Mitchell?But is now the time to think about it?

It just so happens that Dumbledore doesn't seem to be completely sure: "Theoretically not. The world in the brain is a private domain. Adhering to the private perspective of thought, the appearance of outsiders must at least conform to the master's views or expectations."

"Okay, I see." Dolores didn't ask any more.

"In short, I leave this place to you." Dumbledore took out the invisibility cloak and put it on again: "It's time for me to meet another person who is lost between life and death."

"Harry Potter?" Dolores guessed.

"Yes." Dumbledore replied in a tone mixed with pride and concern: "He is still too young and needs some guidance."

After Dumbledore left, Dolores stared blankly at the piece of paper for a while, then took a deep breath, took out her wand and held it up, saying the spell Grindelwald taught her: "Painless—cutting— —”

The eleven-inch basswood wand turned into a dagger. She pointed the blade towards her stomach, pressed repeatedly with her left hand to test the depth, and swiped lightly with her right hand from left to right.Under the torn clothes, blood began to rush out. Her hands trembled unavoidably, but fortunately she lost the sense of pain. Although she was the recipient, she felt a sense of separation, as if someone else was being cut open at this moment.

After calming down, she moved the knife again.Thanks to her working in St. Mungo's in her previous life, and thanks to her adopted son and daughter-in-law Hannah who has not only conceived one child, she is not ignorant of obstetrics and gynecology.One cut after another, from the skin layer, subcutaneous fat layer, fascia layer, muscle layer, abdominal wall peritoneal layer, visceral peritoneal layer to the uterine muscle layer, her fingertips finally touched the fetal membranes with a different feel.

The membranes opened easily, and she felt her baby's head in the spilled amniotic fluid.When he was removed from the abdominal cavity, his face was cleaned, the umbilical cord was cut, and he was officially held in her hands, her heart softened, and the joy of conceiving a child of her loved one fell to the ground at this moment.

This is a boy who has grown black fetal hair, his eyes are closed but not opened, she hopes he can have a pair of his father's eyes.She wrapped the baby in a cloak, then worked on the stomach wound.But after the placenta was delivered, she chose not to sew it up, but lay down with the baby in her arms, head to head with Severus.

She grabbed his right hand, raised her wand together, and drew a semi-circle arc in the air that was holy like divine light, as if building a bridge to extradite her to his world.In the next second, the clasped hands slowly lowered, and she closed her eyes facing him, with a faint smile on her lips, like a young girl in love who was happily rushing to a date with her sweetheart.

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Feeling her own presence again, Dolores realized she was no longer in the Shrieking Shack.She lay in the same position, except that Severus and the child were gone, and the warm and flat asphalt beneath her.

She lay still for a while, raised her hand to reach her belly, but failed to touch the wound, completely confirming that the situation was unreal.However, the fleshy touch of her hands surprised her.She stretched her hands to measure her waist, and it was no longer as slender as she had been in her life, which was less than two feet.She suddenly realized that she had changed back to her previous life.

This discovery made her a little regretful, not because of the sudden loss of her beautiful skin, but because she could no longer please Severus with her appearance, because there would probably be no chance in the future, and she seemed to have never pleased him at all, given that He was even more impressed by how she used to look.

Looking down at a pair of round little hands, Dolores closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled in relief.That's good, at least with him, she is still her, and she is no longer the only person in this world who seriously treats the two Dolores as equals.

After roughly dealing with the mentality problem, Dolores began to observe the environment.This should be a wide and quiet space, but the gloomy sky makes it gloomy and cramped. The tall chimneys in the distance are like sharp swords piercing the sky, but they are swallowed up by the clouds in vain.There is an old swing in front of her, which is creaking in the cool wind; there are also several aging facilities scattered around, and a small playground is surrounded by continuous shrubs.

This was Severus's mind, and sooner or later he would find out about her visit, so she just had to wait there.She raised her legs and walked towards the swing, and only then did she press her whole body weight onto one of the seats, and the entire swing frame collapsed without warning, causing her to fall firmly into a squat.

As the bushes swayed, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in her vision, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded above her head: "Why are you here?"

"Severus——" Dolores looked up happily, but saw him stopped three steps away, which was almost the distance between strangers.

"Why are you here?" Severus asked again, frowning.

Pressing the undercurrent of loss, Dolores asked him softly, "Do you know where this is?"

"Of course. This is the fork in the road between life and death, see the hole at the bottom of the tree?" Severus pointed to a small birch forest not far behind her: "I can choose to go in, or I can choose to stay. In short, this is my world, and you are not my illusion, so I asked you why you appeared."

Dolores pushed away the swing frame that was pressing on her, and made a decision within a moment of getting up—not deciding how to answer, but deciding to tell the truth: "I came to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell?" Severus couldn't help but