[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

"Apparation."

The squeezing sensation of space warping reappeared, and Severus was suddenly awakened.

He tried to open his eyes, but extreme sleepiness and weakness made this attempt as unsuccessful as all previous ones.Even so, Severus knew that his senses had gradually recovered, and his memory was gradually becoming clearer.

At least he can slowly appreciate his current situation without seeing it.

For example, he seemed to smell the smell of lush green grass.He could feel the sun shining gently through his eyelids, dimly reflecting a faint red, though it was impossible for him to know whether it was morning or afternoon.He also knew that whether he was on a ship to hell or not, there was someone holding him, his hands and legs dangling in the air, swaying with his steps.

The man had strong arms around his body and was still walking.

It was quiet all around.He was placed on a flat place.

Maybe it's a bed without a bedding, maybe it's a slate, maybe it's some cold thing in hell.A warming spell cut off the damp air from below.

The light is dim, is it already night?

"Clean up."

It's a pity that the half-comatose man has no idea what kind of effect the cleaning spell can have.

let me sleep.The man muttered in his heart, letting himself fall into the long dream.

However, there was a comb, which was slowly and seemingly carefully inserted into his long hair, which made his mind shudder.

One click, two clicks, three clicks.The strands of hair that had been tangled into bundles during the day's march were separated and slid down neatly.His head was even lifted up, with one hand supporting the back of his head, and the other hand smoothing out the black hair on the back before he was willing to put it down.

The other party's fingers brushed across his forehead, picking up the shattered hair on his forehead, and moving them aside... Stop your boring grooming actions of pure-blooded nobles, Lucius!

Oh no, no, this person is not Lucius... whoever he is, when will he finish combing his hair?Severus was getting impatient.

I want to sleep!

Nagini's venom still remained in his body, and his body, which was almost drained of blood, certainly couldn't stay awake.

The restless hand finally left his hair and landed on his cheek like a few slippery fish.They went down his cheeks—but the speed was too slow, and they had to stop from time to time to press or stick on his face—at last, the few presumptuous cold things finally came On the injured neck, the wound left by Nagini is outlined on the periphery.

Let me go, you bastard, don't you know I'm going to sleep?

Something soft touched his lips, and something warm opened them, brushing past his teeth, deep into his mouth.some kind of liquid...

Hey, what the hell are you doing!Don't treat me like that!

No one could hear the cries in his heart.A stream of water with a special smell poured into his mouth along the flexible thing.The other party's lips were still tightly attached to his lips, refusing to separate for a long time.

Potion.

This is potion.Even with most of his consciousness lost, as a senior potions master, Severus could easily distinguish the smell of blood potions.

Do we still need potions in this world?

Maybe... Even Merlin has problems he can't solve.

"Apparation."

Is this a spell?Yep, another space warp and spin.

Today, sunshine, morning breeze and birdsong woke Severus up.He was still held in that man's arms, and if this was Hell, it seemed unlikely that he would be impaled on an icicle to suffer the venom and decay of the hellhounds.

What a disappointment.

Severus vaguely recalled that distorted feeling not once, but many times since regaining consciousness - and besides, they seemed to have come a long way.As he walked, the man kept hugging himself, and he heard gasps, but the man didn't say a word.

They were definitely not on the ship, but, Severus didn't remember them ever being on a train.

Albus, you lied to me again, there are no trains here.

If he had apparated many times, he would have no idea where he was now, and this place was probably beyond his imagination.

The silent people around him said nothing but incantations.