[HP]Flower and Professor

Chapter 190 A Dream... Gargamel or something~

Severus threw the savior boy on a familiar chair, turned around and unlocked the spell on the medicine cabinet, and opened the door of the second cabinet, which contained bottles and boxes of various colors, large and small, but it didn't matter at all Severus moves.He quickly picked out a bottle with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and quickly picked out two more bottles with his slender fingers.

"Here." Severus threw the green bottle at Harry, who caught it frantically. "Drink it right away." Severus pursed his lips, and put "I'm very upset right now, you'd better listen to me and not resist" on his face.

Harry opened the lid without hesitation and drank it down...Damn it...Although it was only for a moment, the pungent and rotten smell rushed straight from his mouth to his forehead, and then a cool and freezing breath spread all over his head.The scar on his forehead was comfortable, but Harry was also cold with tears and snot running down his nose.

"Before you drink something someone hands you, you need to at least ask what it is." Severus seemed satisfied with Harry's attitude.

"What's this?" Harry asked politely.

"Pharmaceuticals for the pain that thing on your forehead is causing you." Severus handed Harry a black bottle.

"..." I know now.Harry grumbled as he uncapped the second bottle and was about to pour it into his mouth.Severus said slowly, "That was on your forehead."

"Pfft..." Harry grabbed the bottle tightly.Couldn't you have said it sooner, I almost drank it!Harry glanced at Severus with angry little eyes, then retreated at Severus' agreed look.

Harry dipped his index finger into the black bottle, oh, Merlin, God, that's disgusting.Suppressing his nausea, Harry smeared half of his forehead with the black, stinky half ointment.The pain was relieved immediately, oh~~~ so comfortable~~~ Harry's face stretched out, and he didn't mind the smell of the ointment anymore.He wiped his fingers on his clothes, not paying attention to Severus' disgusted eyes.

"And this." Severus handed over the third opaque brown bottle.

Harry didn't dare to move, "Uh..." He looked at Severus questioningly.

"Drink." Severus spat out the word mercifully.

Well...Harry opened the lid helplessly, prepared himself, and poured it in.Surprisingly, the taste wasn't... er, special.

Well, he didn't actually taste anything, he just felt a warm current flow from his mouth to his stomach, and then quickly spread from his stomach to his whole body, and soon he felt as if he was soaked in warm water of a suitable temperature, The entire warm power slowly surged up, and then gently rushed towards the lightning scar. The scar was a little swollen, but it was not uncomfortable.

Harry couldn't help squinting his eyes in comfort. It seemed that he hadn't felt this kind of comfort for a long time, and the scars had been bothering him a lot recently.

After a while, Harry opened his eyes soberly, and he found that Severus didn't interrupt him, but just stood in front of him and looked at him coldly.

"Looks like you're feeling much better, doesn't it? Shall we start then?" Seeing Harry's eyes open, Severus asked coldly.

Uh... This feeling is like a basin of cold water waking up someone who is lying comfortably on the bed. It's not good... QAQ

"What?" Harry was a little puzzled, he didn't seem to be doing anything lately...well, it seemed a little...but...

"Your scar, when did it start hurting?" Severus asked impatiently.

"What? Scars? Oh, uh, probably, yes, the summer vacation started, at first it was just a little pain occasionally, and it seems to be a little more frequent recently... But I don't think it's a problem, I have also used some medicine..." Harry didn't Thinking of this irrelevant question, he was a little uncertain.

"Used some medicine? No problem?" Severus was a little annoyed, not sure if it was because of his own neglect or Harry's indifference.He took a step forward, squeezed Harry's jaw tightly, and studied Harry's green eyes carefully.

"Then tell me about your dreams!"

You know all of them!

Harry was a little surprised, he had only told a few friends about those dreams.

"You don't think I can't see it, do you? Hmm?" Severus pressed his fingers slightly, not giving Harry too much time to think.

"Uh, those, those were just dreams."

"Didn't your dog godfather tell you? Wizards' dreams often foretell or represent something, especially you, Potter, answer my question."

Harry could hear that Severus's patience was running out, so he replied honestly, "I, I sometimes dream about... that person, I feel like I am him, honestly, this It doesn't feel good, no no no, it sucks. Sometimes I can feel him angry, he... I... well, that mood, I can feel it too, uh, I can't say. And I also saw a black-haired woman standing in front of him, and I thought she was Sirius' sister, but I swear I hadn't seen her before. Then sometimes I felt like I was lying on the ground looking up at that Man, it feels weirder at times like this, like I like sticking my tongue out... and just now, I, I swear I just dozed off, and I was like that guy again... He got mad, and then, then I heard cast that spell..."

"What spell?"

"Death curse, the death curse that emits green light..."

"and then?"

"I felt nauseous, and couldn't help but yell, and then... I felt he found me, I felt he looked at me..."

Under Severus's questioning, Harry balabala said it all, which made him feel a lot more relaxed. Compared with the stuffy feeling of talking to Dumbledore, Harry preferred to communicate with Severus.Probably because Dumbledore always treated him like a child, but Severus thought that he had the right to enjoy some things and was obligated to do something, which made Harry feel useful, not like someone who couldn't do anything. fool.

Severus wasn't as relaxed as Harry.

"Have you ever told anyone? About your scars, your dreams?" Severus stared at Harry.

"No... I had a dream at first, I told Sirius, but he didn't say anything, and then... Hermione knew my scar would hurt, and d... Draco and Hermione did it for me Some meds, and Ron . . . gone."

"Stupid, a bunch of idiots!" Severus let go of Harry's chin and spun in a circle and shouted, "Harry Potter, you are such an idiot, just like your father!"

Don't talk about my dad, OK?Harry screamed, but he had learned not to argue about his dad in front of Severus.

"Potter, don't you get the point?" Severus rushed forward, grabbed the armrest of the chair and leaned over, Harry had to lean back, "What about the Occlumency you learned? Why don't you use it?" ? Did you learn it just to show off your skills?" He lowered his voice and said through his teeth, "Haven't you ever wondered why your scars hurt, why do you have those dreams? Have you never Any doubts?"

Harry's eyes rolled in panic.Of course he had doubts, and he also wondered if the Dark Lord had used some kind of black magic on his scar.He had a vague feeling, but...couldn't put it into words.

"Did you tell Dumbledore about this?" Severus asked.

"No." Harry answered quickly.

"Then why didn't you tell him, or tell me?"

"..." Harry couldn't answer.

"Aha, let me guess. These boring adults don't tell me anything, well, I don't tell them anything, so everyone is even, let's find out Whose business is more important! How? Am I right?"

"...No, I didn't!" Harry glared at Severus, his eyes round.

But Harry didn't dare to say it, Severus' words seemed to reach the bottom of his heart, after all he still complained about Dumbledore and Severus for hiding everything from him.Maybe he agrees with the organization DA is also thinking: ha, look, without you, I still have followers... well, maybe they don't trust me very much now, but, just me, I can do great things of!

Under the black eyes of the Potions Professor, Harry felt that he had nothing to hide, and he couldn't hold on to the gaze for a while, and his eyes turned wildly, not daring to look at Severus.

"Harry Potter, you really are an out-and-out idiot!" Severus said slowly.

"..." Must I repeat it again? TAT

Harry opened his mouth, about to explain something, when the door opened suddenly.

"Sev~ I'm back~" Sunshivere opened the door and came in.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Sanciville rubbed her chin and thought, did I come at the wrong time?No matter how you look at this picture, it feels weird...

Severus straightened up from Harry's chair, and said slowly, with eyes half downcast, "Harry Potter, you have earned yourself a labor service, every Wednesday, Friday night and Saturday afternoon, to Come to my office, we need to deepen some of your knowledge."

"Wait, but..." I still have DA to go... Harry shut his mouth in Severus' gaze.

"What's your problem?"

"...No..." QAQ

Severus nodded in satisfaction, counting you as acquainted. "If the time needs to be changed, I will notify you separately, and you can go now." Severus raised his chin, indicating that Harry could leave.

"Hi Harry..."

"Hi, Sansevieret."

Harry smiled hastily, and ran away impatiently.

Sunnyville stared round her eyes in surprise: "Why is Harry running so fast? Doesn't he know that his forehead is all black?"

"Never mind that." Severus shrugged.

"...Okay, what did you tell Harry just now? Why is he locked up again?" Sunshivere asked again.

"Just an excuse for him to study." Severus raised an eyebrow.

"Oh." Sansive Lit immediately believed it, mainly because the professor Umbridge was too unreliable.

"Where have you been?" Severus asked, Sansivelet should have been back by this time.

"Nothing, it's in the Forbidden Forest." Sancivillier posted it mysteriously and said, "Hagrid brought a big guy, he said he was his younger brother, but...they don't look much alike, his younger brother is bigger than him. Much taller, and...seems stupid."

"What, Hagrid's brother?" Severus' eyes widened, looking "stupid" as he used to say, "Who told you? Was it Hagrid? He's back?"

"Yes, he's back, and he seems to be injured. When I met him in the Forbidden Forest just now, he was fighting with his younger brother. His name seems to be... Gargamel or something." Hey, the name sounds familiar ah?

The author has something to say: It is absolutely impossible to be called Gargamel...