[HP] Sickness and Medicine

The relevant page of the Daily asked her: "What did you say at the time? Did the Ministry of Magic embarrass you?"

"I can tell the truth." Dolores replied calmly: "For example, I do have a crush on you, for example, you also erased my memory."

"Where's Tong En?" Severus looked at the baby sleeping soundly in the cradle: "Do they know he exists?"

"My colleague confessed that I was pregnant. It's nothing. You are a war hero. Although all your achievements are in a gray area because of your spy status, you can't be clearly commended to the outside world, but you have all the treatment you deserve." Dolores smiled: "Tong En is the posthumous son of a 'martyr', and the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shaker, promised me that he will apply for a growth fund for him. I think I can let him inherit publicly." Your last name is gone."

"Let's take your surname." Severus's expression was not very happy: "It is conceivable that after my identity is exposed to the public, I will cause a lot of trouble. If you let him be named Snape, I am afraid it will cause trouble. Constantly."

Dolores raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes filled with deep thought, she quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay, listen to you."

After fully recovering, Dolores returned to work, but she remained in the kitchen of the family home, serving desserts from the fireplace at the Three Broomsticks bar, out of concern for her children.A newborn peace in the wizarding world spurred consumption, and her craft gradually made a name for itself.Together, she and Myron decided to open a small shop in Diagon Alley. In addition to cooperating with the Three Broomsticks Bar, they also sold it directly.

She was busy with her career, and she did it on purpose, otherwise she would go crazy sooner or later when she was at home and watched the burns on Severus' arms grow longer and deeper, and watched him and Dumbledore's research on the Philosopher's Stone struggling.Fortunately, when the dessert shop was on the right track, they also made a breakthrough, allowing the family to spend Christmas and New Year happily.

In the early spring of the following year, the first Philosopher’s Stone after Nicole Flamel’s death was born. The owners are Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The curse of the Horcrux in Dumbledore is no longer a concern, and he can even decide the length of his own age .

With the experience of the first piece, the second piece is easier to succeed.This is indeed the case. Half a year later, the second Philosopher's Stone came out, and Dolores' previous conjecture came true, but at the same time it seemed a bit redundant.

The color of the elixir and the sage's stone was the same, it was as bright red as flowing blood, full of vitality.Seeing Severus drink it, she hesitated for a while before saying: "I was wrong earlier, you don't have to be affected by the 220-year-old life limit. It is my destiny to die in that year, and you can live longer For a long time." Every time the longevity medicine is made, it is always two people, but one party can choose not to drink it, just like now, he takes it first, his aging tends to slow down, their appearance will gradually synchronize, and become the same again. peer.

Severus turned to look at her: "What happened that year?"

"I don't know." Dolores shook her head: "In the last two years, even if I wasn't sick, I still lingered on the bed. In addition, all my friends and acquaintances have passed away, so I don't care about current affairs even more."

"Yes, by that time, everyone you know will be gone, and of course mine will be the same, possibly including Albus, who is not a greedy person." Severus stretched out his left arm towards her: "If even you If you don't stay with me, then in this world, you don't need to be nostalgic."

Dolores's eyes became hot, she stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, and replied softly "Yes".

But even if it is fixed all year round, being able to stay with the one you love for nearly 200 years is an unprecedented and unprecedented luck, and Dolores has nothing to complain about.It happened that she was about to turn 24 years old, so because of the sage Shi Zhishi, and in the name of her birthday, she decided to celebrate a lot, wearing the dress that Severus gave her, and pulling her family to sing and dance until late at night.

Fortunately, there are also regrets. Human beings are not gods and gods, and everything cannot be perfect.Such a way of prolonging life, in the end, exploited a loophole in the law of life and death, and it was impossible for the beneficiaries not to pay the slightest price.Dumbledore's scorched right hand was as stiff as a wood carving. After stopping the thick gold potion, it lost consciousness overnight; although Severus' right arm was finally saved, one hand was no longer as nimble and stable as before. Abandoning his hornbeam wand, brewing potions can no longer reach the level of the previous potions master.

Even if Severus never showed it clearly, Dolores knew that he had always been proud of being a Potions Master.After realizing that he would never make further progress in potion science, he was really gloomy for a while, and then he became enthusiastic about teaching Tong En to recite herbal formulas, and determined to raise a son of a potion master.

Dolores knew that his plan would not fail, but before that, he had a partner who became a master of potions.Living under the same roof with him and Dumbledore, no matter how talented Dolores was, she was finally not troubled by the exam.Her innovative recipe, published anonymously, is the death water that she survived once at Hogwarts years ago, replacing golden spikes and wormwood with moondew and daisy inflorescences.This is probably a small gift of fate, which not only fulfills the memories of the past, but also makes her who she is in this life.

Now that there are many unsatisfactory things about making medicine by himself, Severus's interest in practicing has shifted a little.At this time, he was slightly fatter, and his temples were graying. Dolores also cut his hair short. The new look made him look like the "Professor Snape" in everyone's memory.It is precisely because of this that he no longer avoids outsiders, and no longer stays at home, but silently takes over the bar of the dessert shop, and treats all kinds of drinks with academic spirit, focusing on coffee.From material selection, grinding to boiling and filtering, he did everything by himself and was meticulous. At this time, he seemed to be the "Professor Snape" in everyone's memory.

However, he doesn't look like he looks like he doesn't look like he doesn't look like at all, and there are always people who recognize him, such as his old colleagues.Even though they promised to keep it secret, the location of the store is also very hidden, and the business has not grown, but the news always spread like wildfire.Fortunately, it has always been limited to a certain range, only one afternoon in mid-July, an unexpected guest came to the door.

"You are—" Dolores looked at the cramped middle-aged man in front of her: "Mr. Harry Potter!"

"Yes, Miss Murray, oh no, ma'am, no, that—" Potter hesitated, "Snape—madam?"

"Call me 'Ms. Murray'." Dolores helped him out softly: "I'm not married, and my children, such as Tong En, all follow my surname."

"Ah, Tong En, I met him at Hogwarts. He just graduated this year, right? I sometimes work part-time as a black defense professor. He was sorted into Slytherin...It's quite appropriate."

"I also heard him mention you. So, are you visiting the student's home as a professor?"

"No, no." Potter paused for a moment before lowering his voice: "I heard that someone in your shop - met Professor Snape. Is this true?"

"Want to know?" Dolores smiled slightly: "Order a glass of double espresso."

"Good, good."

"Where's dessert?"

"Any order will do."

Seeing that he probably wasn't in the mood to fully enjoy the afternoon tea, Dolores didn't force her, and happily helped him make a decision: "Vanilla cherry pie - it's in season, it's the most popular."

Potter naturally had no objection. He had just found a seat and sat down, before he took a deep breath, a long-lost deep voice rang in his ears: "Your coffee, Mr. Potter."

"S-Professor Snape!" Potter jumped up in fright and almost threw the table over: "You, you really, really..."

"Good day, Potter." Severus, too lazy to talk to him, turned and left.

Potter didn't dare to stop him, let alone get to the bottom of it, so he could only hold up the double espresso in front of him with a complicated expression.The liquid in the glass was glistening black, and he stopped himself from guessing it was poison/medicine.

"Pfft—" After taking the first sip, he spit it out straight away, gasping for air with a wrinkled face: "It's so bitter, so bitter!"

"Napkins, Mr. Potter." Dolores just saw this scene and handed over the paper napkins folded into flowers.

"Thank you!" Potter cleaned up quickly, got up and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so rude."

"You are not mentally prepared." Dolores put the plate in her hand on the table: "There is no matching dessert."

Potter dubiously took a bite of the vanilla cherry pie, and before chewing a few times, he heard a series of hearty laughter from the direction of the window: "Okay, Gail, if you lose, you lose, you can't regret it! If you don't accept it, Let's play again!"

Dolores was not surprised.Dumbledore and Grindelwald come to have afternoon tea almost every day.It was inconvenient for them to sit in the store, so they occupied the stone table in the backyard. Sometimes when the weather was good, like today, when it was cloudy and sunny, it was not too hot, and they would set up a booth to play a few games of wizard chess.

In sharp contrast to her calmness was Potter's overjoyed, he almost stumbled to the window, leaned forward and stared greedily for a long time.

"Mr. Potter, it's better for you—" Seeing this, Dolores wanted to suggest that he go out and meet them. I believe that at least Dumbledore would be happy.A few years ago, the news that the Potionists Association publicly solicited the optimized formula of the concentrated gold potion appeared in the newspapers. Dumbledore immediately guessed that the sponsor of the bonus was eight out of ten. awkward.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Potter sat back on his seat, took a big bite of the cherry pie, and it was the place where the vanilla sauce was the most concentrated, and then he covered his face and said vaguely: "It's so sweet! It's so sweet— - ah, sorry, it's me