HP's Professor Feeding Manual

Noticing it, he quickly sent a text message to Snape.Since Cosen is a person who even has a fiancée, naturally there is no need to deliberately hide Snape's meeting with them.

The two got into the car, and Ke Sen put on his seat belt, explaining: "Because the hospital costs too much, I specially arranged for someone to take care of her at home."

Harry nodded, and the car slowly drove out of the underground garage.Harry held his phone in his windbreaker pocket and waited for Snape's response.However, there was no response from the phone for a long time, and Harry was a little disappointed, but guessed that Snape might not have noticed the text message.

Corson's home was not too far from the place to eat. Half an hour later, the car stopped in a well-equipped community. The two of them entered the elevator together. Harry vaguely felt that there was something wrong, but after careful observation, there was nothing wrong. something is wrong.

Corson pressed the floor, and then pressed the close button.

"Please wait!" A middle-aged fat woman yelled from a distance, and Cosen paused and decisively pressed the close button.The elevator doors closed before the woman could get to the elevator, and it went up.Only then did Harry come to his senses, glanced at Cosen, and said hesitantly, "Uh, you have a conflict with that lady...?"

Corson froze for a moment, then smiled. "I'm just a little impatient, after all, Alice has been in a coma for three years!"

Harry still felt that something was wrong. The irrepressible excitement in Corson's eyes gave him a faint sense of crisis, but thinking that if the target was Snape, he might lose his composure even more than Corson.Thinking of this, he accepted the current situation a little bit.

The elevator went up and soon reached the top floor.The two got out of the elevator, and there was silence in the corridor.Corson led the way, so excited that he almost trembled slightly.When I came to open the door, I tried twice before inserting the key and getting in.He opened the door and went in, then turned on the light in the hall, invited Harry in to change his shoes, and turned on the light in the living room.When Harry closed the door and went in, he saw Cosen coming over with a drink.

"Drink some water first, I'll go in and see Alice."

After all, it was Corson's fiancée, and Harry thought that he might have to take care of Alice's affairs first, so it was not easy to go in directly.Therefore, he took the drink and sat in the living room, taking a sip from time to time, and waited for about ten minutes before seeing Ke Sen come out.

"Harry, you can come in." Cosen glanced at Harry's half-drinked drink, and asked Harry to invite him to a room.

Harry got up and went over, glanced at Cosen inadvertently, and saw that he was trembling slightly with excitement, and his eyes seemed to exude an emotion of impatience.The uneasiness in Harry's heart became more and more obvious, and he stopped when he entered the door.

"Kosen..." He turned his head, and then saw the other party coming towards him with a baseball bat in his hand behind his back.

"boom!"

Without giving Harry any time to react, Cosen, who swung his baseball bat the moment he was about to enter the room, proved that Harry was stunned, and then he threw away the baseball bat with a "bang bang", watching with a complex and ecstatic expression. Looking at the unconscious Harry.

"Sure enough, you are a wizard. Even strong sleeping pills can't help you." He gasped heavily because of his excitement and nervousness.It took a few minutes to react, bending over and dragging Harry into the empty guest room.

Sure enough, the so-called girlfriend Alice who agreed to the proposal was nothing at all.

However, there was something similar to an operating table in the guest room. He dragged the unconscious Harry up to it, and then opened the mechanisms that rolled his wrists, ankles, and neck to completely fix Harry, and then he loosened a bit. tone.

As for Harry's wand, it also fell to the ground during the dragging process.

Trembling, Corson picked up the wand, running his fingers over the delicate lines. "This is the evil wizard's wand?" He rubbed it fascinatedly for a long time, then he came back to his senses and got up to take a book from the shelf beside him.

Almost all of the bookshelves were books about wizards in the Middle Ages.Just looking at the cover, there are similarities to "How to Kill Evil Wizards", "The Effect of Burning on Wizards", "The Origin of Wizards' Power" and so on.

And the name of the book he took was "How to Become a Wizard", in which there are various ways to become a wizard, drinking potions, eating strange things, etc., and the name of the chapter that Cosen turned was— — "When You Have a Living Wizard".

Cosen read the content here more than once or twice, judging by the damage of the book, he has almost reached the point where he can't put it down.Flipping through that simple chapter again, Cosen glanced at the unconscious Harry from time to time, patiently waiting for him to wake up while making final preparations.

It is said in the book that when blood is exchanged, power is exchanged at the same time, and in this process, both people must be in the same situation, so that they can fully obtain the power of the wizard.

Cosen got everything ready, and at this time Harry's cell phone sent out a notification of a text message, Cosen was startled and reached out to take out Harry's cell phone from the windbreaker that was thrown aside, and opened the text message.

"You actually told that difficult guy!" Cosen frowned. Snape seemed to have doubted him two or three weeks ago.Although Snape seemed normal, without any targeted temptations or other behaviors, Cosen, who had minored in criminal psychology, still felt the other party's defense and doubts about him.The sudden disconnection later proved this point even more indirectly.

So he didn't dare to call Snape, planning Snape, he could only contact Harry who hadn't doubted him yet.

He glanced at Snape's short text "Where are you now?" He hesitated before tossing it aside, not worried that the other party knew he was with Harry.He had been careful that there was no way Snape would find it here.

Cosen looked down at Harry who was about to wake up, "I really regard you as a friend, but who made you a wizard." He whispered, and Harry woke up with a splitting headache just at this time Came over and watched him think back for a moment before realizing what had happened.

Harry's expression turned ugly, "So, there is no such thing as a fiancée, right?" He said coldly, but he didn't struggle in vain.

Corson smiled when he woke up, "No, there is Alice." He whispered, "But she died in a car accident three years ago."

Harry looked at Cosen with a calm voice, glanced at the wand that had been put far away, and realized that there was no way for him to gain freedom through the wand at this time, so he had to work hard to gather the magic power in his body.

However, what he didn't know was that Corson had given him powerful sleeping pills before.Although Harry, who was used to drinking "a dose of death water" during the war and for a long time after the war, was completely immune to Muggle sleeping pills, it also caused a certain degree of influence in his body.

For example, there is no way to cast silent and wandless spells.

The limbs and neck are immobilized, and even Apparition cannot be done.

"What are you trying to do?" Harry looked hard at Corson, wondering what chances he had of escaping from here and whether Snape would see his delay and realize what it was.Regardless of escaping by himself or waiting for Snape's rescue, there is a big problem, that is, delaying time.

But Ke Sen, who saw him waking up, obviously didn't want to wait any longer.He took out all the things he needed, some of which Harry knew and some of which he didn't quite understand.Fortunately, Ke Sen was obviously in a good mood and gave him an accurate answer.

"I want to exchange blood with you."

"You're crazy, you haven't tested the blood types of both of us, if they are different, we will die!"

"A wizard's blood contains a lot of magical energy, and he will protect his master on his own." Coson said quietly, compared to Harry's excitement, he seemed very calm. "You are a wizard, Harry. As long as your blood enters my body, the power in that blood belongs to it, and they will protect me..."

"You're crazy." Harry feebly gave up looking at Cosen, looking at the white ceiling above his head.

"No, I'm not crazy. Facts have proved this theory. The fact that those powerful sleeping pills didn't bring you down just now is the best proof." His voice was hoarse, and his fingers ran across Harry's arm, "I can almost feel To the power hidden in your blood, Harry. Do you know how alluring this power is?"

"It can be seen," Harry couldn't help mocking, "you have been completely lured by this power and you are going crazy." He laughed, "You can't succeed."

"No! It will definitely succeed!" Cosen laughed, "The magic theories I know, as well as the Muggle medical arguments, will definitely make me successful." He took a deep look at Harry, "Don't worry , I will save you when we completely change the blood and you are still alive."

"Then I have to say thank you first?" Harry mocked unceremoniously, "Thank you for not killing me?"

"No, no need." Cosen shook his head, and his hand had already touched Harry's chest, "I can't imagine how such a powerful force can be contained in a body like yours. Even a car accident didn't let you Fatally wounded and even completely healed the next day."

"A car accident?" Harry frowned, "You couldn't have arranged that car accident, did you?"

If so, it would be too scary.

Ke Sen shook his head, "No, no, how is it possible. However, I began to doubt your identity through that car accident." He said with a smile, "Especially after the perpetrator of the car accident became an idiot ...Coincidentally, he was also my patient after he became an idiot..."

"I see." Harry said in a low voice, as if he understood some of the stories in it.

Cosen smiled and nodded, "It's that simple." He stood up and took out the blood transfusion needle, wiped it on Harry's arm with alcohol cotton, and when the long and thin needle was about to pierce Harry's blood vessel, His movements suddenly paused.

There was a look of shock on Corson's face, but Harry ignored him, and instead continued to build up energy, shouting, "Here comes the wand!"

The wand on the far table moved slightly, and fell off the table tumbling.Harry continued to work hard, but the distance that the wand could move each time was too short, and it took a certain amount of time for Harry to gather magic power each time.A few minutes later, Cosen recovered with a jerk.

"This is the power of a wizard..." He sighed, raising his hands and watching in shock, "I can feel it working on me, I just couldn't move a little bit, I couldn't even control my facial expression What a magical power!" he sighed, bending over to pick up the wand, "but it seems that without the help of the wand, there are many things you can't do, Harry. It's a pity that the wand is now in my hands. hand."

Harry frowned and did not respond to Corson, and continued to chant the Flying Curse silently.

"Oh, I can feel you calling it, I feel the power of that calling," he said, "Looks like I need to put it farther away." Corson said, holding his wand went out and even closed the door.

Harry turned his head suddenly, looked at the mobile phone on the side of the "operating table", concentrated his energy and said in a low voice, "The mobile phone is flying!"

After Cosen got rid of the control of magic, his goal was no longer the wand, but the mobile phone that could summon Snape.

☆、55 Follow-up

The phone moved slightly, and then flew towards Harry's hand quickly.He grabbed the phone and the door opened before he could dial.Harry immediately covered the phone with his backhand, and then secretly pressed the emergency contact.

Thankfully he had set Snape's number as an emergency contact for his convenience.Harry didn't show anything on his face, he only opened his mouth when he watched the closed door come over, using his speaking voice to cover up the possible sound of dialing.

"Do you think I can't summon if I put the wand outside?" He laughed bluntly, but only he knew the actual situation. The previous unsuccessful petrification spell and several times of flying spells had consumed his savings. With the magical power that has risen, he is afraid that he really won't be able to use any magic in a short time.

Corson looked around, "Unless it can come in from the outside through the window." He laughed, "Or you can stop me and try again."

As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the needle for the blood transfusion and walked over. Harry took advantage of the moment he turned around and immediately slammed the phone in and covered it under his thigh, "Cosen, you will not succeed. And where you are Yun’an Community is on YY Road in XXX District, so it’s not impossible for someone to find it.”

"Are you waiting for Snape?" Cosen turned back with the needle, re-sterilized Harry, and tied his upper arm with a tourniquet to look for a blood vessel.While doing these preparations unskillfully, he laughed, "I think even if there is magic, by the time he finds this place, we will have finished changing the blood."

The lights in the room flickered suddenly with a slight blasting sound, but Cosen didn't pay much attention. He touched the blood vessels underneath with his fingers through the skin, confirmed the location and prepared to strike.

"Harry, no one is going to save you."

"Really?" A voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Are you so sure?" Snape stepped out of the shadows, glanced at the smiling Harry, and pointed his wand directly at Coson.

"How did you get in?" Cosen was startled, and turned around to see Snape suddenly pull out a pistol from his waist, "Stay back, or I think even if a wizard gets shot in the heart, he will die. "

Snape didn't answer, just walked forward again at a slow pace.

"You have already died once, do you still want to die for him a second time!"

"It seems that this foolish savior of Gryffindor really believes in you." Snape raised his eyebrows and smiled at Harry before responding to Cosen's pistol, "If you want to hit me, you have to be able to." Just hit me!"

With a flick of the wand in his hand, Cosen, who had been watching his every move nervously, pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the room, and then a bouquet of blooming flowers appeared from the front of Corson's gun.

Even at such a life-threatening moment, Harry couldn't help showing a horrible expression.When Cosen was still confused about what his pistol shot was flowers instead of bullets, Snape had tied him up with a few simple movements, knocked him unconscious and left him aside.

He walked slowly to the front of the operating table, looking down at Harry whose limbs were bound.

"It's beautiful, Potter," he hissed, sneering and crossing his arms across his chest, with no intention of rescuing his lover. "The 'Savior' who defeated the 'Dark Lord' dignifiedly was tied up at home by a Muggle and couldn't get out of trouble. Do you think I should take two photos at this time and send them to the Daily Prophet? Speaking of which, since the last time You haven't been in the headlines for a long time after the Ministry of Magic's gala, don't you miss it?"

Harry just felt his eyelids twitch, oops, Snape is angry!

He smiled guiltyly, "Isn't there still you, Severus...I firmly believe that you will definitely show up."

"So you just lie here and treat yourself as a 'Sleeping Beauty', waiting for the 'Prince' to kiss you awake?" Snape smirked, mocking unceremoniously, "It's a pity that I am not a 'Prince'!"

"It's really good, because I'm waiting for my 'Half-Blood Prince', Severus." Harry blinked, looking at Severus seriously and sincerely, "From the beginning to the end, I waited It's just you."

The expression on Snape's face was blank for a moment, and then his ear tips were slightly red, and he said dryly under Harry's gaze: "It's really an honor to serve the 'Savior'." Taking the previous step, the wand swiped across the mechanisms that restrained Harry, and all the locked mechanisms were opened.

Harry sat up and stretched his limbs, put on his clothes, and then turned to look at the unconscious Cosen.

"What about him?"

"You have known him for seven or eight years. It is a big project to modify his memory. Not to mention trying to murder Harry Potter. Once such a charge is announced, he may only be able to live in Azkaban in the future." Spend the rest of his life. So it saves us the work of modifying his memory." Snape glanced at Harry, seeing the red bloody marks on his neck, his eyes darkened slightly, and then said in a deep voice : "You don't want to let him go, do you?"

"Uh!" Harry smirked when he was talking about the central matter, "I knew we had a good understanding, Severus."

"Potter!" Snape warned, "I hope you've got enough brains to spare a madman who wants to kill you..."

"I didn't say I wanted to let him go, but can we not notify the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said awkwardly: "You know, although Voldemort is dead, there are still many so-called pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world." , They are full of disdain and even malice towards Muggles. Situations like Corson's are rare, but once troubles arise..."

Harry wasn't as stupid as he was a student, he knew how, given his influence, how such an encounter would make the wizarding world react to Muggles.And he also knew that many people were not on the side of the Order of the Phoenix and him because they disagreed with Voldemort's pure-blood theory.Those people, just fear Voldemort's rule...

And once those people are given an excuse, a second or even a third 'Voldemort' will appear soon, madly retaliating and suppressing the Muggle world...

"You are really full of so-called benevolent love for these Muggles!" Snape curled the corner of his lower lip, thought for a while, a red light hit Cosen, and then looked at the fully dressed Harry, "Can you still Apparate?"

"I'm afraid I just look fine." Harry still held the operating table firmly with one hand, "He put sleeping pills in the drink he gave me, but the wizard's physique may conflict with this medicine."

He didn't ask Snape what the silent spell he used at the end was. It's for the peace of the whole world not to let this matter go to the Ministry of Magic-of course, it may be an exaggeration to say that.The reason why Snape was not allowed to use Avada or other methods to kill Corson was because he didn't want Snape to be exposed and even imprisoned in Azkaban because of such a person.

The three unforgivable spells, once used, will definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban for a lifetime.

Harry rubbed his face helplessly. Today's experience made him full of frustration, and the feeling of weakness all over made him feel bad.

Snape went over with a blank expression, and hugged him straight away.

"Uh..." This kind of princess hug made Harry a little awkward, a tinge of blood appeared on his pale face, and he hung his arms around Snape's neck honestly, avoiding Snape when he went out. Pu bangs his head against the wall without noticing.

Or, Snape would have done it on purpose...

He grumbled in his heart, and waited until he was out the door of Corson's house before speaking, "You put me down, I should still be able to walk around..." He whispered, Snape loosened his hand slightly, let him go Come down, but one hand has been carefully and carefully supporting his lower back.

Snape didn't say a word, and Harry, who had made such a big mistake and felt that he might be reprimanded to death, didn't dare to speak.The two waited quietly for the elevator, and soon the elevator stopped. The door opened and a fat man came out from inside. Harry lowered his head and was helped by Snape to go in.

The man suddenly spoke when the door was about to close.

"Harry?" he said. "Harry Potter?"

Will you run into someone you know in a place like this?Harry subconsciously looked up, then frowned.This action involved the injury on his forehead, he couldn't help gasping, and at this time the elevator door was completely closed, and then the elevator went down.

"wait wait wait!"

Harry subconsciously tried to stop him, but Snape grabbed his hand.

"Do you think your current appearance is suitable for meeting and chatting with people?" He sneered, "How are you going to explain your appearance to people?" He said and pointed to the reflection in the elevator. Harry looked at his forehead and remembered The feeling of pain before only felt that my head was getting more and more painful.

"Besides, your current situation requires you to go to St. Mungo's!"

"Okay." Harry gave up, remembering the person he had glimpsed before, "However, I really didn't expect to meet him in this kind of place."

He hadn't had much contact with the Dursleys since they left under the arrangement of the Order of the Phoenix before the age of seventeen.I only met Aunt Petunia a few times after that, and every time I met Aunt Petunia, she was very nervous and didn't want Vernon and Dudley to know.

Later, Harry didn't bother to meet them again. Although he kept their contact information, he never contacted them again.But so many years passed in a blink of an eye, he moved many times, and once the former landlord contacted him to say that there was a mail in his place for a long time, and asked Harry to pick it up.

It was an invitation letter for Dudley's marriage, and almost three months had passed by the time Harry got it.

Did Dali live on that floor too?On the way back, Harry sat in the co-pilot, thinking about those years with the Dursleys.It was really not a pleasant memory. Even when he was young, Harry wished he was in an orphanage, and he didn't want to live with the Dursleys.

However, on the eve of the war, when the Order of the Phoenix transferred the Dursleys, he had always remembered what Daly asked all these years.

Daly said, "What about him?"

In Dali's view, whether he likes him or not, they are a family, and when danger comes, they should be together.Even if he hated Harry since childhood.

Harry remembered the surprised look on Dudley's face when he looked at him earlier, and he believed that Aunt Petunia must have never told Dudley about their meeting.This made him feel uncomfortable, and the feeling of powerlessness made him lazy to say a word.

Back at Grimmauld Place, Snape quickly took out the potion, Harry honestly drank it without asking, and then Snape said, "Take off your clothes and lie on the bed."

"Huh?!" Harry's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Snape in disbelief.

☆, 56·seriously ill

Snape unscrewed the potion, and when he turned around, he saw that Harry was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, so he clicked impatiently, "Take off your clothes."

It was only then that Harry came to his senses, he shook off the messy images in his mind, dragged his clothes honestly but did not lie down.Snape stepped forward and first wiped Harry's wrists and ankles carefully with the potion, and finally his fingers landed on Harry's neck.

There were warm fingers under the cold ointment, Harry couldn't help trembling slightly, Snape teased, "Do you know it hurts now?" But the movements of his hands were a little lighter, and the fingertips slid across Harry's Adam's apple , Harry couldn't help but his lower abdomen tightened, and his whole body tensed up.

These were just bruises, if it wasn't for some blood oozing from the skin, it might even look a little redder than the skin elsewhere.Now Snape carefully helped him apply a layer of potion, and after a while the broken skin began to burn and hurt.However, Snape didn't stop, just stood in front of Harry, put the ointment by the bed, and then reached out and gently stroked the hair on Harry's forehead.

The place where it was hit by a baseball bat had already swelled up, and the blood that had penetrated into the hair and hadn't been cleaned up had scabbed with the hair, and it felt sticky and difficult to separate the hair when touched lightly with fingers.

Harry grinned slightly, this time it really hurt.

Snape looked down at him and said, "Go to the bathroom." He took the ointment and walked into the bathroom first.Harry followed obediently, walking into the bathroom wearing only his underwear.Snape motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bathtub, turn on the shower head and put water in one hand while feeling the temperature change underneath.He waited until he felt the temperature was right before signaling Harry to bow his head, and then the warm water was sprinkled on Harry's head, and the scabbed hair lay softly on Harry's head along the water flow, and began to bring out a trace of coldness. The color of blood was as thin as a thread, and the water that washed down later was all red.

Snape reached out and gently rubbed the tangled hair, and the hair slowly spread out. He didn't turn off the shower head until the water was flushed with no trace of blood.Then took a towel and wiped Harry's hair clean.

It was the first time that Harry's hair was so obedient in front of Snape. The hair that was usually messy and going in different directions was now sticking to Harry's scalp obediently because of the humidity. It was washed down with the water.Snape's slender fingers inadvertently passed over the lightning scar, Harry pursed his lower lip a little uneasy, and looked up at Snape's face.

Snape frowned, "Low your head." After a pause, he said again: "Don't hinder me from applying the medicine to you."

Harry lowered his head obediently, he could only feel the warm fingers groping between his hair, and the slight tingling when occasionally touching the wound reminded that all this was not a dream.

The wound concealed under the hair was soon exposed to Snape's eyes, and he carefully applied a layer of potion to Harry, while the swollen and bruised area was still the same potion as before. "The marks on the neck and wrists should subside in half an hour."

"Where's the forehead?" Harry pointed to the sudden pain in his forehead, and he had a bad feeling when he heard that Snape ignored this hard-hit area.

Snape glanced down at him, pulled the towel and threw it directly on him, "I have to apply the medicine again tomorrow morning!"

"Oh!" Harry obediently wiped the water off his bed with a bath towel, then wrapped himself up and walked out.When they got to the bedroom, Snape was already sitting at the edge of the small round glass table with a glass of milk and a croissant on it.

"Eat and sleep."

"Where's Teddy?" Harry sat down, he didn't eat dinner well, and after so much trouble, he was hungry now.As he spoke, he picked up the croissant, tore it open, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Is he asleep?"

"Talk after eating." Snape frowned at Harry's habit of talking while eating, but answered his question anyway, "I just checked, and he's still asleep." In other words, Snape Teddy was already asleep when he went out.

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.He ate the croissant, drank the milk in one gulp, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

"So tired!" he said, yawning, and looked at Snape with a sleepy look.Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, "Rest when you're tired, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Ding!

Harry only felt a crisp sound in his head, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, "To prevent the sequelae of the concussion. If you hadn't insisted on not going to St. Mungo's..." St. Mungo's had a therapist watching, so there was nothing wrong with it.If you are at home, you can't wake up Teddy to look at Harry.

Harry smirked, and honestly only occupied one side of the bed, lying on the bed under the quilt.The eyes of the man who had just yawned and said he was tired were so bright that they were staring at Snape coming out in pajama pants with a trace of moisture in his hair.

Harry was staring at Snape's chest, almost drooling, but with a wave of Snape's wand, the bedroom was completely dark, and he lay down on the bed, covering Harry's face with his hands.

"go to bed!"

Harry blinked and blinked, and Snape, who had his palms against his eyes, felt the tickle of his eyelashes brushing against his palms.Harry grabbed his arm and rolled over to Snape's side.

"I'm a bit cold." Someone leaned over cheekily, Snape's arm was tightly grasped, but in the end he turned around without saying anything, and put his other hand directly over Harry's waist, "Sleep Bar."

The sequelae of the concussion didn't kick in until almost dawn. Harry, who was sleepy and drowsy, only felt a burst of pain in his forehead. In addition, he felt a spinning feeling when he was lying on the bed.He got up quickly, only to feel his stomach churning.

Snape woke up when he was restless and now hurriedly helped him to the bathroom.Harry spit out all the croissants and milk he had eaten before lying on his stomach next to the toilet, which made him feel better.

Snape handed him a glass of water, and he rinsed his mouth before sitting down on the cool tiles, his brow already covered with sweat.

Snape was sitting by the side of the bathtub, with a hint of worry in his dark eyes.Harry looked up and forced a smile at him, "It's okay." His voice was a little hoarse, and he stood up while leaning against the wall.Seeing that he couldn't even stand still, Snape immediately got up and reached out to grab his arm.

Harry drank some water and lay down again. At this moment, he didn't know if the effect of the potion had worn off, or if it really hurt. He only felt a sudden pain in his forehead, and he was dizzy. No strength at all.

In the morning, he barely got up and ate something. When Teddy asked him what happened to his forehead, he said that he accidentally hit the wall while taking a shower... Teddy looked at Harry worriedly, "Then let Sif go to school with me Come on, Harry, rest at home."

Harry readily agreed, and when the two of them went out, they were lying on the bed again, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

Snape came back quickly, and went to the potion room to bring him a potion to drink. After drinking it, Harry felt a little better, leaning against the head of the bed with a sickly look, but with an abnormal blush on his face.

The swelling on his forehead has subsided, and there are still a little red and tender scars.Seeing that his expression was not right, Snape reached out and touched Harry's forehead lightly, only then was startled by the temperature of his hands.Instantly Snape's brow furrowed, "Do you have a fever?"

Harry nodded feebly, his voice hoarse than in the morning.

"I haven't been sick in a few years." So this time is particularly serious.

As soon as Harry spoke, his nose didn't seem to be breathing very well, and his dry and pale lips were slightly parted to pant.Speaking of it, although Harry’s seven or eight years at Hogwarts can be considered troubled, for example, he fought Voldemort once a year on average, participated in the Triwizard Tournament at the age of 14-more than three years younger than others, and was rejected Snape was learning Occlumency, and fainted once or twice a week.And try to get important memories of Voldemort from Slughorn, a slippery Slytherin - and send Draco to the hospital wing with "Shen Feng Wu Ying" by the way.

Not to mention other major injuries caused by Quidditch, anyway, it is not uncommon for the bones of the entire arm to grow again.

However, he really didn't have a fever or a cold!

Concussions were something he'd had a taste of in third grade when dementors fell from mid-air.

However, concussion sequelae plus fever and cold, this is not Harry's usual treatment.

He only felt that his whole head was hurting and heavy, he couldn't take care of his breath, his throat was dry and sore, and he was lying on the bed almost wanting to die.But the potion he drank before couldn't be used with the cold medicine, so he could only bear it now.

Sitting aside, Snape had no choice but to offer the almighty boiled water, and by the way, borrowed an ice pillow for Muggles to cool down from the Evans' house next door.

"I'm not smart enough in the first place. If I become stupid... a fool 'savior' might lose face to the Ministry of Magic." Snape laughed unceremoniously, with irrepressible irritation in his tone.Nor did he know whether it was to Harry or to his inability to do anything about Harry's condition.

Harry smiled awkwardly, and felt a little better with the cool ice pillow.

"Still insisting on not going to St. Mungo's?"