[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

After Tom launched an unnecessary and indiscriminate attack on the northern vulture, Severus followed him back to the cellar.

Tom couldn't wait to take him to the place where the sarcophagus was kept, but Severus just looked inside and turned away, obviously not agreeing to go back into the body, and then he floated into the original room at the end of the cellar, and the Tom with a dazed face had no choice but to follow behind and opened the door in Parseltongue, and saw Severus walking around in various rooms.

"Honey... what do you want?"

"Go to sleep. Otherwise I'll go back to the Forbidden Forest and be eaten by thestrals." Severus slid out of the dark stone wall and hid somewhere in the cellar.

Tom had no choice but to go into the bedroom and go to sleep.Maybe he has to think of other ways, how to make his little snake happy... For example, go to the medicine store?

He knew that Severus was very greedy for those horned dragon skins, but it was a pity that he didn't bring enough money last time.As for now... maybe Harry Potter didn't take all the money his lovers gave him?It seemed worth the risk of going back for it.Although he might not be able to return to his original residence, could he go to the Forbidden Forest to gather a few bags of valuable herbs, or steal a handful of parrot lilies from Severus' sarcophagus?If it doesn't work, he might as well go to Malfoy Manor and threaten Lucius?

"Oh, dear, don't go too far, and I'll bring you a present tomorrow night," Tom called to the closed stone wall, which he believed was listening.

So Tom didn't show up at school all day the next day.When the transparent ghost lazily passed through the stone wall at night, he was slightly taken aback by what he saw.

The furniture in the living room was emptied, and a vivid dragon stood in the middle of the living room, walking around there, raising its paws to scratch its stomach from time to time, wagging its head and tail in the small room for it, with its tail pointing westward. The direction Fleurs came in.

This thing should be real, a tiny little dragon, not a Forbidden Forest breed - Severus could tell that the dragon scales in front of him were real and not clumsy toys.He leaned his body against the stone wall, and decided to think briefly about whether he would be eaten by this thing as a ghost before the dragon found him.After making sure there was no danger, he tried to walk towards it.

Wait, is this dragon a gift from Tom?Where did Tom buy or steal a dragon today?

"So... Tom?" Severus asked in surprise, turning his head to see if Tom had come out of the room, but there was no movement in the room.

But the dragon spent a lot of effort, and it took a long time to turn around, put its head to his side, swayed from side to side, and began to dawdle on the ghost's transparent body.

"Uh……"

Severus blinked and reached out to touch its skin - those cold, smooth, sharp-edged dragon scales.The dragon seemed to like the action, and took another small step forward.Severus tentatively wrapped his hands around the crooked horns of the dragon's nose, and the dragon threw its head forward, awkwardly trying to push him against the wall, and he floated out of the way.

He didn't know whether to scratch its jaw next or stroke its back.By virtue of his own incorporeality, he jumped onto the back of a dragon whose neck was too short to turn its head toward him, but hopped and stomped across the floor, trying to get this one on its back. The guy on the top is thrown down.

No... As a ghost, he obviously has no weight at all, why can this dragon feel it?

Severus pondered the situation as if he should ask the half-giant Mr. Hagrid.He remembered that his grades in magical biology didn't seem very good before, because no matter what magical creature fell into his hands, he couldn't survive a day.They will be butchered and disintegrated until they all become a paste in a crucible.

But those are not important, this dragon can't do anything to him now.Moreover, this dragon means many, many rare potions. The chelating reagent he has not tested is in urgent need of a dragon horn. As long as there is a piece of dragon scales, a large bottle of stable and inert repairing ointment can be prepared to protect His hands, which are often splashed with drugs, and the mood potion in the field of soul potions that he just started to work on before he committed suicide, he just had some inspiration for that thing, and it might need the bone marrow of a dragon...

So why on earth did he draw an Avada on himself?

As long as he returns to the body now, the dragon will become his next Order of Merlin, so that he has another small piece of free gold that can be used to upgrade this and that potion-actually Sif Les didn't know that he had caused so many scandals, why the Knights of Merlin hadn't asked to take back the medal, but the golden-haired peacock Lucius actually turned it out of the refining room, and it was still hanging on the strap that was forced on him. On the lace black robe.

Severus almost ran straight through the stone wall to the room where his body was kept, and it wasn't until the dragon leaping higher and higher that his legs managed to pass through the skin that he realized that the dragon was nothing more than a shell.

This feels a bit disappointing... Although only dragon skin is enough for him to make a lot of potions.

"Tom?" Severus thought for a moment, letting himself sink into Dragon Pi's empty stomach.

Crouching inside, the Dark Lord, who was panting and stuffy, was still busy manipulating the dragon's movements with spells, when he suddenly saw a bright white ghost coming in from the dragon's back, slipping behind him in a flash, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"Tom!" Severus waved his hand while laughing, the seams of the dragon hide split open, lost the effect of the spell, and the unfolded dragon hide fell down like a carpet, weighing both of them. The ground is covered underneath.

Tom, who was crushed below, managed to crawl out from the edge of the dragon skin. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes that hadn't smiled enough.

"Do you like it?" Tom couldn't help laughing as he looked at his soaked robe.

Yes, these days he has been dealing with all kinds of people in the social field, desperately maintaining his personality, and he has not been so purely happy for a long time.

"Should you take a shower?" Severus waved a cleansing spell on him, and he returned to his usual serious appearance in an instant.

Alas, a bit of a disappointment.Tom stood there, seeing that the other party seemed to have nothing to say, so he turned around and walked obediently to the bathroom.

He suddenly heard a low and silky voice from behind:

"Thank you."

Tom turned his head hastily, and saw that the dragon skin was rolled up and pushed to the corner with a spell, but the ghost was no longer in the room.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-04-2018:23:12~2020-04-2223:32:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 refusal forever;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!