[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

It is said that Riverdale will wither as soon as it leaves the cave where it grows, but the bulbs dug out from the ground are still quite plump and full of water, which makes people hopeful.

Generally speaking, perennial flowers are easy to transplant. The three wizards hurriedly brought these bulbs back to the cave below and planted them next to those vigorously growing companions, hoping to grow a few more Riverdale trees in this suitable environment.

But Harry didn't bring the explorer's ancient map, and there was no library in the nearest wizarding town. Britain was too far away, and it was almost impossible for them to get more information in this place.This disappointed Severus. He asked Harry in detail about the process of searching for Riverdale in Europe, and found that Harry hadn't paid attention to it at all, or couldn't answer most of his professional questions.Then he rummaged through the books stored in the cave, spending the whole afternoon and evening on this, but still found nothing.

He began to complain that the members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't know how to put some high-level herbal medicine books here, or it might be okay to have an adventure novel written by Lockhart. Lockhart wrote a book and checked a lot of information, but unfortunately he has lost his memory now. Otherwise his book knowledge on the subject was better than most at Hogwarts.Severus gave Harry a hard look for this, and after complaining he went over to Riverdale and took out his wand.

"Mr. Potter, if you plan to give me any memory, then take it out now, you don't need to wait until I sleep."

"Oh, sir."

Harry, who had nothing to do except wandering these days, suddenly heard this sentence, and was stunned for 2 minutes, not knowing what to answer for a moment.

It is really good to directly implement the things that have been decided, but to be separated from this bottle of memory that has been exclusive to him for three years, a strong reluctance suddenly surged in the savior's heart.

"Mr. Potter, in such a deserted valley, even if you speak in a low voice, it can be easily heard by people in the distance, not to mention your voice may not be considered a low voice." Severus said impatiently, "I just happened to practice memory implants."

No, Harry guessed, not even in the solitude of the valley, Severus had probably cast a Silent Buzzing Charm in the morning, otherwise it would have been impossible to hear clearly.But he didn't intend to justify anything, and obediently took out the bottle of memory from his inner pocket. Severus took the bottle and skillfully picked up all the memories and sent them back to his brain. He must have done this kind of thing before.

Then he returned the bottle to Harry, sat on the bed made by Riverdale, closed his eyes, seemed to digest the newly added contents, and lay down after 2 minutes.

The two young wizards watched the further developments nervously.Easter's magic power fluctuation detection spell began to have feedback. Thanks to the suppression of those plants, after the first round of relatively violent fluctuations, the situation quickly eased, and then it has been relatively mild oscillations.It took a long time, but Harry couldn't help yawning after finishing one thing on his mind.

"Go to sleep, Harry, it will take a long time to test." Easter planned to drive the savior to the bed on the other side of the cave, but Harry refused, preferring to sit here and take a nap.At this moment, they saw Severus open his eyes and sighed at the top of the cave, presumably he had read all of this memory.Then he got up, took off his coat, said nothing, and went to bed as normal every night.

This unresponsive reaction surprised both young wizards.

Of course, it wasn't completely unresponsive. The magic wave detection spell continued to alarm, and the mild small fluctuations, sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker, lasted for a long time.It wasn't until Harry woke up from a doze that he saw the morning sun shining into the cave, and the therapist who hadn't slept all night.

"it's not finished yet?"

"No, the small fluctuations in magic power have continued throughout the night." The therapist sitting leaning against the cave wall brought himself a glass of water, raised his neck and drank it, "But it seems that such fluctuations will not cause What harm."

"You can go to sleep, Mr. Young. The fluctuations are not serious, I think these Riverdale are enough to control it."

Severus had woken up too, and he didn't look uncomfortable, he even got off the bed and took a few steps around the hole.

"No, sir, according to the observation results, only the first round of violent fluctuations last night was suppressed by Riverdale, and the remaining small fluctuations have little to do with Riverdale, it may be able to do it when you are in bed Work a little bit."

Easter had reason to say that, because when Severus left those Riverdales, the magic fluctuations only intensified a little.The therapist refused to rest, still leaning there, carefully discerning the nuances of each round of oscillation.Harry made breakfast for everyone and joined in the monitoring, but he couldn't do anything but watch the Potions Master with his eyes.

"Really?" Severus frowned. He went back to bed after breakfast, got up again after a while, and put on his coat.

"No, I don't want to lie on the bed for no reason like this." He took out his wand, tried to wave a few spells, including facing the valley outside, and then started to prepare to go out , "There are still many caves here waiting for us to explore, let the magic wave fluctuate, I don't feel any discomfort. Mr. Potter, I think Mr. Young needs to rest now. If he feels worried about me, you You can go with me."

Harry Potter, who was named, widened his eyes, which was not the reaction he had imagined.

There was indeed a relatively violent fluctuation of magic power last night, but the Potions Professor didn't seem particularly surprised by what happened to Miss Lily Evans.

Perhaps Hannah Abbott was right, he hadn't completely forgotten it, it was just that there were too few remaining memories.

It seems that Tom Riddle did develop a selective amnesia spell, but the matter may be more than that simple.

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感谢在2020-02-2112:18:59~2020-02-2211:55:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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