[HP] S·M event book

No.52

Hoarse and weird accent, the all-too-familiar snake language.

Snape had never known the existence of Serra in the past, perhaps because "he" didn't trust himself, so he could only choose to wait and see what happened.

Snape threw Dumbledore on the chair in Slytherin's office, and his rude behavior caused Dumbledore to complain: "Oh! Take it easy, be gentle with the old man."

Snape quickly prepared the potion, and said with a sneer, "Not bad, you expected her to do something?"

Dumbledore adjusted to a comfortable posture, lay back on the chair, gasped for a while, and then said softly: "No, I thought she would tell me secretly, but she didn't come to me until yesterday. I Almost thought what she did in Hogsmeade was just a spur of the moment."

"A handsome Slytherin - who knows how to use the moment to his own best advantage," said Snape sarcastically, "too bad he got the wrong one."

"She is very courageous. After all, not everyone dares to openly betray Voldemort." Dumbledore smiled.

This frightening name made Snape, who was putting the sparrow's tail into the cauldron, tremble. If he hadn't reacted in time, the potion would have been scrapped. He said angrily, "If you still want to die— — Just watch your mouth!"

Dumbledore smiled happily, which is enough to show that he is in a happy mood now, "You don't know how cute she was at the time, she was obviously already nervous, but she still insisted on negotiating with me. She changes color every time you hiss."

"Are you showing off how you played a child who risked his life?" Snape said sarcastically.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then darkened his expression, shook his head with a wry smile, "I was just curious at first... Her behavior was surprising, I was just wondering... what if..." He looked forward and sighed Turn the remaining words into silence.The aging old man instantly became older.

After waiting for a while, Snape paused his movements, quickly glanced at the dazed old man, and then hissed with a sullen face, "I'm dying? Then I don't need to waste time configuring the magic weapon." Medicine."

"Oh, that's impossible." Dumbledore blinked, "I can't die yet."

"Cho Chang tried to dissuade you from committing suicide—of course, we all know she did it because of that stupid dog, but you insisted on going your own way." Snape said coldly, "and now you use the remaining time to cheat another human loyalty."

"Originally, this plan has two sides. No one can guarantee that there will be no accidents. It is always good to take precautions before they happen." Dumbledore said. "She is the closest person to Voldemort. My pact with Sara is a lock that prevents Voldemort from getting any information from her - there is no guarantee that he will not be suspicious of Sara."

"So she is the most useful? I just want to know what you plan to do next." Snape lazily raised his eyes, looking directly at Dumbledore, "The situation is very favorable, isn't it? I, Lu Xiu Maurice, Maurice is at the Dark Lord's side, and Cho Chang... I'm sure you've got a lot of news from her."

As he spoke, Snape handed the prepared potion to the old man. After Dumbledore drank it, his ashen complexion improved slightly. He asked flatly, "How much time do I have?"

"Two months, three months at the most." Snape said quickly, gave Dumbledore a cold look, and then quickly lowered his eyes.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, and then rolled up his left sleeve, exposing this arm—like a scorched blackened and stiff branch that seemed to turn into powder with a light touch.He moved his fingers mechanically and said with emotion: "Time is enough."

Snape squinted his eyes, suddenly felt inexplicably irritable, and immediately sank his face, "I'll go to the medical wing to see, if you're okay, get out of here quickly."

After speaking, he hurriedly left the office, ignoring the old and calm voice behind him.

"Severus, you actually know what to do, you must seize the moment."

This upset him even more.

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The movement of Snape opening the door was not too small, which woke up Sierra, who had been dozing on the edge of the bed in a daze. She stared blankly at Snape, feeling surprised and puzzled by his sudden appearance.

Snape squinted at her, and hissed, "You don't think he's coming in person, do you?"

Sara looked away awkwardly.

"Go away and get out of your way," said Snape, who was in the worst mood right now.

Sierra got up quickly and stepped aside to make room for him.Then watched him pull out his wand and wave it at Draco, and the white beam immediately sank into his body.Then Snape withdrew his wand and turned to leave.

Sai La quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Is that... okay?"

"Miss Morris!" Snape said through gritted teeth, "I imagine a brain like yours would never have to try to understand silent spells."

Sara choked, and Snape's gloomy face that almost squeezed out ink made her withdraw her paw involuntarily. After a while, Sara realized that he hadn't left yet, so she raised her head and met those black eyes match.

Seeing that she noticed him, Snape looked away and sneered, "I'm curious, have you ever thought about the punishment that man gave Draco—after he failed."

Sierra lowered her head slightly, looked at Draco who was soundly asleep on the bed, and said softly, "He will be very angry, I know. But he won't kill Malfoy."

Snape raised his eyebrows, as if he had just heard some big joke. "I don't think he's going to suddenly... be merciful."

She said: "Lucius Malfoy is in prison, he is now the only heir, it is more useful to keep him than to kill him. Besides... I don't think he will let a teenage master kill him Dead Headmaster Dumbledore—this is ridiculous." She paused, looked at Snape, and asked calmly, "You should know something."

Snape was silent for a while, then smirked and said: "It seems that the thing around your neck is not entirely a decoration, Draco's only use is to send Death Eaters in..."

"Then it's up to you to kill Dumbledore," Serra went on, "but he didn't think...you would be a traitor."

"Wrong, Miss Morris." Snape emphasized the last two words. "It was you who really disrupted his plan."

Sierra's eyes twitched, and she looked at Snape icily. "Which side are you from?"

Snape didn't take this look seriously, on the contrary, he felt little joy - the previous impetuous mood eased slightly.He curled his lips and said, "Guess."

"That man never keeps around people he doesn't trust." Saila said coldly, "But Principal Dumbledore trusts you... Who are you betraying?"

"It's enough for you to do your own thing," Snape said, "and don't cross the line." With that, he ignored Sela and left the hospital wing.

Sierra clenched her hands and watched Snape's robe disappear into the doorway. At this moment, a slight thud sounded beside her ear, and Sierra was startled, and quickly looked at the hospital bed behind her.

Draco frowned slightly, then opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling without focus, as if aware of someone around him, he turned his head to look at Saila, even if he moved, he still looked dazed Gooey.

Sera's heart was almost in her throat, and she tensed up, staring at him nervously.

Draco blinked, and it took a while to react, and he said inexplicably, "Maurice?"

Saila became more nervous, afraid that he would ask what happened and why he was here when he opened his mouth, but now she could only stand here and stare at his lips.And when they began to collide lightly, Sera suddenly clenched her fists.

Without getting a response, Draco frowned, pressed his forehead that was a little swollen, and cursed softly: "Damn Potter... I will never let him go next time!"

Sierra was stunned, a little confused about the meaning of this sentence.But he quickly came back to his senses - it should be Snape's tricks.

After a while, Draco sat up, grabbed the shirt on the bedside and put it on his body, buttoned up the buttons slowly, and tied the tie. When he was about to get up and put on his trousers, he listened to the movement, and said to Saila raised her eyebrows, "Still watching?"

Sara immediately felt overwhelmed and turned around quickly.There was a small sound behind him, the sound of fabric rubbing.But after a while, there was no movement behind him. Saila wondered if he had already dressed, but he never heard any prompt.

"How will you be here?"

The hoarse voice awakened Sierra suddenly, she took a deep breath, turned her back to him, and said cautiously, "I'm here to get something from Madam Pomfrey."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Turn around."

Sierra did as he was told.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed, he raised his body slightly, put his hands on the quilt, tilted his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

Si La was horrified by his stare, and when she was about to find an excuse to leave, he raised his chin to her, "Come here."

So Sierra moved over slowly.

As if impatient, Draco sat up suddenly, grabbed her wrist, pulled her over, put his hands around her waist, pressed her stiff back, and hugged her hard stuffed.

A strange silence lingered between them. After a while, Draco sighed, squeezed the hands around her waist lightly, and said flatly, "Too thin."

Saila froze and didn't dare to move, her whole body was like a log—this was the first time they had such a close contact.

Draco buried his head into her neck again, his lips touched her skin lightly, and said calmly: "Let's go to Malfoy Manor this holiday too, I think Mom will be very happy."

When he was speaking, Saila felt the warm breath on the side of his neck, and his soft lips kept sliding on it. Occasionally, with the tone of the voice, the wet tip of his tongue would lightly touch the skin, causing layers of ripples.

Sara felt light and light.The machine moved its mouth blankly again, its vocal cords trembled slightly, and made a brief tone, but she didn't know what she said.

He shook his shoulders slightly, laughed in a low voice, and hugged her tighter. "Sira..."

Such a soft whisper made Saila close her eyes uncontrollably, and she slowly reached out her hand and hugged him gently.

A surge of guilt overwhelmed her, and the feeling of drowning made her nose sour, almost desperate.

She apologized silently, then clenched her fists firmly.

secret... secret...

Must not be found!

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