[HP] Sickness and Medicine

In his own way, he sacrificed the hope of all people.Such a cunning and conceited master of potions and a genius for spells - who has been waiting for his enemies and friends at death's side for so long

Now! ”

Water of life and death ([-])

His words may be biased because of his personal position, so it is full of assumptions, but it highlights the concept that Severus is a typical Slytherin from life to death, and he is described by later generations as a saint who sacrificed for love. liberated from the image.

At least Dolores liked it and was willing to agree.In her eyes, he is not like herself, the meaning of life is so monotonous that there is only a relationship that she can't ask for, which can't be let go after two lifetimes.A person who yearned for supreme power and followed a madman who challenged death, although he would occasionally stop for the lilies in the garden, it is impossible for him to stop looking up at the starry sky above his head.

Just like now, can a boy with the eyebrows of an old friend affect all his emotions?She said no.

Harry Potter is indeed special, but everyone thinks he is special, not only Severus; all the students in the school will pay attention to him, and all the teachers will care about him, and Severus is still not an exception.She always suspected that he had made a similar agreement with Dumbledore to protect Harry Potter. With his personality and preferences, besides constantly accepting tasks, might he have expressed something on his own initiative?Now that the status is very suitable, she wants to see it with her own eyes.

Dolores's sense of superiority, which she believed to see through the illusory and grasp the truth, remained until the end of Harry Potter's first potions class.Severus' three questions in class, because they were too difficult, spread among the students after class.The last two questions were not too difficult, but the first question was beyond the outline and the expression was not rigorous, which caught her attention.

What do you get when you add Asphodel (Asphodel) root powder to an infusion of Wormwood (Wormwood)?Just a glass of mixture, nothing more.The raw materials of Draught of Living Death (Draught of Living Death) are not only these two, not to mention there is a fixed cooking method, as a teacher, Severus should not ask such a question, if he only wants to examine the results of Harry Potter's preview.

She tried to stop herself from thinking deeply, because the more things she thought about, the more self-righteous she seemed.At this moment, she never realized so clearly why she insisted on treating Severus as an open-minded person.

If the person you love doesn't love you, there is no doubt that having someone who loves no one will give you a little more comfort than loving someone else.

She once held this comfort in her hand and was complacent.But now it looks so weak, so contemptible, so sad.

That night, Dolores sneaked into the Potions classroom alone, stood where Severus was during the day, and took out a set of materials she had prepared.

She has no golden spikes, no wormwood, only a bouquet of Moondew and two Headflowers of daisy②.Using them as the main medicine can also make birth dead water. This formula came out in the seventh year after Severus' death.

The whole pot of blue potion was finally finished, and she took out a full cup from it, touched the cauldron lightly, she said "cheers" silently, and went back to the dormitory to choke down.

The liquid with the lingering fragrance of flowers and plants penetrated her throat and entered her abdomen, and the strong tiredness flowed from her internal organs to her limbs, tempting her to stretch her body and close her eyes to fall asleep as soon as possible; Stagnated, but lost the power to stop.She felt like a ghost trapped in sex, half dead, living would be worse than death.Such divisive and contradictory experiences are not so much like the living dead (the living dead) ③ but better attributed to the dead (the dead life).

Fortunately, it was a sleep potion after all, and sleepiness finally eroded her consciousness and sent her into a mysterious dreamland.As for tomorrow's class, she is already mentally prepared to be punished for skipping.

The next day, before Dolores opened her eyes, she felt the dazzling sunlight.She put her hands on her brow bone, stared at the ceiling for a while, and then realized that this was the ward of the school hospital.

"Good morning, Miss Murray." Madam Pomfrey walked to her side: "Get up and drink Invigoration Draught, and you can go to class immediately." She handed over a half-full glass .

"I..." Dolores didn't know how to ask, so she could only pretend to be ignorant and inquire about the situation: "What's wrong with me?"

"You don't know what's wrong with yourself? Forget it, don't embarrass you Hufflepuff." Madam Pomfrey smiled helplessly: "As far as I know, it was early this morning, and your roommate found that he couldn't wake you up. Can Qili send you to the school hospital. According to the discussion between Severus and me, you should have taken a hypnotic potion."

She was half blaming and half lovingly pointing to Dolores: "You child, don't drink anything indiscriminately from now on, especially potions you don't know."

Dolores didn't take her advice to heart, but a name grabbed her full attention: "Sey, Professor Snape also..."

"Yes, and him." Madam Pomfrey did not hide anything: "When you were unconscious, he suggested directly using RevivePotion or WideyePotion to forcibly wake you up, but I think the Wigenveld Potion (WiggenweldPotion) is relatively mild and more suitable for use. In the end I chose my plan. Although he didn't object anymore, he also made an estimate. I'm afraid you will have to delay waking up until around noon today. It's a quarter past eleven , he really didn’t judge wrong.”

"That's it." Dolores smacked her lips, and it really smelled like medicine.The vitality tonic was still in her hand, so it could only be the remnant of the last dose.

"Oh, there's more." Madam Pomfrey took out a colorful package from her apron pocket: "It's still a while before lunch time, if you're hungry, eat some chocolate and add some sugar, or you have snack?"

"No." Dolores shook her head.Psychologically, she is long past the age of lust.After drinking the tonic, she returned the cup and accepted Madam Pomfrey's kindness: "Thank you Madam!"

"Go ahead and have a nice day!"

"Thanks, bye!"

Leaving the school hospital, Dolores stood at the stairs on the second floor, hesitating whether to go up to the first floor to attend the History of Magic course that had already started.In fact, she didn't really want to go. Binns had been lecturing for decades, not to mention that she had already studied it once, and she could easily catch up with the progress by reading books and checking information in private.

Where is she going now?She waited for the moving stairs to settle down, chose one of them, and went down to the ground floor smoothly. After entering the courtyard through the foyer, she slid all the way along the base of the castle wall, and finally stopped outside a ventilation window locked by an iron fence.

The tireless male voice floated out through the window, clearly explaining some common knowledge about potions, such as the types of crucibles and the specifications of medicine bottles.Apparently, this was the second Potions class since first-year freshmen, and Severus's tone was steady and calm, probably teaching Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

Dolores smiled contentedly, brushed away the disturbed insects, and lay on her back in the grass with her arms pillowed.

There was her never-ending voice beside her ears, and the boundless blue sky in front of her eyes. At this moment, her heart was filled with the purest joy, just like the Russian who finally brought back the lover who died at the mouth of the poisonous snake from hell. Erpus walked out of the darkness without turning his head, and when he saw the world again, he seemed to come to heaven. Every ray of sunshine, every ray of breeze, and every piece of dust are invaluable treasures.

Under the joint effect of the two bottles of medicine, Dolores could not be more awake.With the blue eyes she inherited from her father in this life, she looked directly at the sun until she shed tears.Silently erasing it, she couldn't help but think about how long she hadn't shed tears.

The philosopher Heraclitus once said that the soul is born in water, and the water is born in the soil. Conversely, the death of the soul is water, and the death of water is soil.Therefore, the dry soul is the lightest, the most capable of flying away from the restraint of the soil, beyond the fate of death, and is free from now on, immortal and immortal.

But she felt that there was nothing wrong with a moist soul.Seeing the light and shedding tears proves that her body is sensitive; crying with sorrow and joy proves that she has feelings in her heart.Rather than wandering in endless time and space, she would rather be bound to the land for life after life, and finally turn into water, into soil, and blend with the people she loved, hated, remembered, forgotten, known, and strangers in this world. As one body, it becomes the foundation for future generations to live and live.

"Meow~" A soft meow interrupted Dolores's endless thoughts.

"It's you." She turned her head and couldn't help smiling.

As the pet of the castle administrator Filch, she shares the work tasks of the owner every day. This cat named Mrs. Norris is undoubtedly not liked by most people.Perhaps because there is no identity conflict between them right now, Dolores unexpectedly discovered that it is actually quite endearing.Filch might not have been a good owner, although the house-elf in the kitchen was happy to provide food for any creature at any time, and it was still scrawny, dull-coated, malnourished, and dying.

The female cat also tilted her head, her yellow eyes were like two polished zircons, conveying slight curiosity, unable to understand why she was hiding in the grass alone.She reached out and rubbed its head, then stroked her back with protruding spines, and when it showed a look of enjoyment, she tapped its black and red nose.

"I tell you, don't you tell