[HP] Don't talk to me

That day in the garden, I fell asleep unexpectedly.

I mean, the sun is so bright, why not sleep in there?

When I woke up, I felt like my whole body was in pain.It may be that my wound broke out suddenly, in short, I felt that there was a burst of severe pain attacking me, every inch of skin seemed to be torn by hands, split one after another, second after second.

I wanted to call for help, but no sound came out.My throat seemed to be choked by some invisible hand, and I was choking.What Dr. Mendel said when he stated his condition to me flashed in my mind. My injury was too complicated. Because the nerves were damaged, it was hard to predict what symptoms would suddenly appear.

I suddenly wanted to laugh: this is one of the symptoms of the disease, right?

Probably because I have behaved very well these days, the two nurses who are in charge of taking care of me are no longer close to me.They are standing a few meters away at the moment, chatting with their backs to me, and it is impossible for me to get their attention immediately.And in this corner of the garden, there is no one else as far as the eye can see.

I will die like this, maybe a little faster, maybe I will struggle for a long time before falling down.This is my life, I accept it, and it only takes a second to surrender.

It must be weird how I twitched all over, but no one was watching, so it didn't matter.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.

Merlin, please bless me for my next incarnation and become a man.Just, don't grow black hair, don't grow black eyes.

Don't let me fall in love with someone I shouldn't love again.

When I was about to lose consciousness, I suddenly felt someone hugging me.He shook my body and immediately interrupted my friendly exchange with Merlin.

I really don't want to open my eyes, I'm afraid.I am afraid to live, to live without knowing why.I am also afraid of death, listless death.

I looked up and met the person's eyes.

A man with black hair and black eyes, a man with frowning eyebrows.

I closed my eyes again, but my eyelids were forced open by rough fingers.Why do you always care about me?Do you even care about death?I really wanted to quarrel with him, but I opened my mouth and couldn't utter a word.

"Look at me, don't sleep."

He lifted a potion bottle and stuffed it into my mouth. I had never tasted that liquid before, it was so bitter.But I could only let it flow down my throat continuously. I wanted to do a dying struggle, so I raised my hand desperately and grabbed his wrist holding the potion bottle.

"Drink it all, don't leave a sip!" His voice was hoarse and dry, so ugly.

I can't shake a single finger of his.I couldn't respond to his orders either.

I decided to express it to him in a Muggle way.

I looked into his eyes, raised my hand, and gave him a middle finger.

Then I felt the liquid flow into my stomach, like lava from a volcano, melting me, and I passed out from the heat.

I lost consciousness.

This time, I slept in one breath for another week.

When I woke up, I heard that Andrew had come, and because of my coma, he had to go back temporarily.

I was so angry, not for Andrew, but for that damned man—the man who brought me back to life again, and the man who brought me back to life and then disappeared without a word.

He never respected me, how could he save me without my consent?

He even pretended that he hadn't been here, and everyone pretended that he hadn't been here.No one wants to talk to me about who picked me up and fed me medicine when I was dying in the garden.

I wanted to go on another hunger strike, but I didn't have the strength to organize it.Reason tells me that I can only endure temporarily, gather strength and wait for Andrew to come again.

I can't go to the garden anymore, because of the shocking scene a week ago, I have to start taking several more potions, lying in bed every day, waiting for Dr. Mendel to see more and more times.

I surreptitiously asked the nurse how much these newly prescribed potions cost, and took a deep breath.

I even fantasized about the fact that I had a fortune at Gringotts, or that a treasure chest full of gold coins could be dug up in the family graveyard.

But this is impossible, I am not a fool.I know that if this goes on, maybe he will owe him a lifetime of money.And I'll owe it all my life to pay off—

I must get out of here quickly.This St. Mungo's was, to me as it was to him, a bottomless black hole.

It was another long wait, and after ten days, Andrew came.

I knew he brought what I wanted and he must have a way, he was so smart.

I burst into tears when he pulled out of his pocket that piece of stuff that I've been thinking about lately.

These are tears of joy.

"This is what you asked me to find. Are you sure you want to use this? I checked the efficacy recorded in the ancient books. It has too many side effects and is addictive."

Another reason Andrew is my best friend is that no matter how confused he is, he will always do for me anything I ask him to do.

"As long as it can help me get out of here, even for a second, I'm willing."

"Why do you want to leave here? If you hold on like this, something big will happen!"

"I have to go, the medical bills here are too expensive." I bent the corner of my mouth, "I have no money to pay the bill, not even a penny."

"I thought the Ministry of Magic was in charge - who is paying your medical bills now?"

"It's him." I didn't want to say his name, I was still angry.

"Then why are you in such a hurry? I think he should be aware of his savings."

"I know his savings well." I thought to myself, after all, I have been his assistant for five years, what else would I not know? "He can't afford it long ago. I've been in the hospital for too long. And if I stay here, he won't be able to pay the bill for the rest of his life."

"I can help you--"

"Don't be stupid, how much money do you have to burn?" I looked at Andrew's flushed face and smiled.

"But--"

"If you don't agree to continue helping me, we will break off our friendship. Break off the relationship before I die." I said calmly, "Then as soon as you leave, I will continue to try to commit suicide and go on a hunger strike, no matter how much it works. I will succeed only once, anyway, I have nothing to do, I am idle, and there will always be a chance for me to do things."

Andrew was so shocked that he didn't respond for a long time.

Then he left.Of course, he chose to remain my friend.He is so mean.

That day, I got five finger-length, sharp babes from him, and they looked like individual shuttles.I carefully tuck them into the hip pocket of my hospital pants.

The next night, between rounds, I quietly used the first piece under the covers.

The way it is used is really weird. I once suspected that the ancient book I was reading was a joke, but now I can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.I slammed into my left arm with the sharpest end of the ore-like blue object.

Within a second, an extremely cold feeling rushed from my arms directly to my heart, and then spread all over my body.

I feel more pain all over my body, it hurts like hell, or it hurts like hell.The pain surpassed even the one I had suffered in the garden.I felt like I was frozen, all my organs froze into ice in a second.

I want to struggle, but there is still no way, and I can't let this thing be exposed to anyone in St. Mungo's. This is a prohibited item that was clearly stipulated 200 years ago!So all I have is silence.

I always feel that this time, he won't come to save me, so I will die very quickly.

I feel that this thing, which is harder than a diamond, is melting a little bit, and it is getting smaller and smaller in the palm of my hand.Then I felt my arms getting heavier and heavier, and then my whole body.It got into my body like a potion.

"One gold coin, two gold coins, three gold coins..." I made my mouth, but didn't make a sound.It's fun to count.

Then, the pain gradually subsided until I noticed that the contents of my palm had completely disappeared, as if all the water had evaporated.

I suddenly felt lighter, no pain at all, only a kind of joy that rose in vain.

The day after I secretly used this contraband, Dr. Mendel said to me in amazement: "Your condition seems to be much better all of a sudden!"

He put the source of the breakthrough in the latest two potions he tried on me, and he firmly believes that he has finally found a cure for me.I felt the same way, and it gave him even more confidence.

"If this goes on, I may be discharged from the hospital in just one month." I smiled brightly.

This forbidden medicine named scorpion stone in ancient books is used once a week.I'm glad that I did a good job of keeping it secret, and no one else found out.They didn't expect that I would find a way to cure the disease by myself, and they didn't expect that I would let Andrew bring prohibited items.

Every time I use it, I feel better again.Dr. Mendel thought so too.I was able to get out of bed and walk on my own, using crutches instead of a wheelchair and without support.I could walk in the garden by myself for three hours before the nurse came and asked me to eat.

I don't need to be quarantined anymore, because my body is not so weak, and the germs from outside the barrier of St. Mungo's Hospital will not knock me down all at once.

So I received a group visit from a large group of friends.That day I waited for Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Hagrid.

After so long in isolation in the hospital, it was nice to see some familiar faces.I was so excited, and so glad someone didn't come.

"Severus is a little busy these days, he told me so." McGonagall explained.

I chatted with them a little bit about rebuilding Hogwarts.Although I can see the news on the "Daily Prophet" every day, after all, it is not as refreshing as they tell me directly.

Flitwick said: "Come back when you recover, Tata. During this time, Hogwarts has kept the study of ancient spells empty."

I was drinking water, and I almost choked when I heard this sentence. I coughed seven or eight times before I recovered, and my whole lung was cramping.

I probably frightened a few old colleagues. McGonagall and Sprout supported me one after the other, rubbing my chest and pushing my back.

I stopped Hagrid who wanted to call the doctor, and then took a few breaths before speaking: "Who said, I, I'm going back to Hogwarts?"

"Severus said... God, didn't he ask you?" McGonagall asked a little surprised.

I shake my head. "I will be discharged from the hospital in about a week. At that time, I should leave the UK. I thought I didn't need to write a resignation letter. After all, I was expelled from the school before the war. But now, it seems that Principal Snape misunderstood I mean. I went back to school during the war not to seek another job, but to help. I want to write him a letter, my dearest Minerva, please bring it to him for me."

In the end, I wrote a very simple letter with only a few words in it.

The Honorable Headmaster Snape of Hogwarts - sorry to inform you:

I'm going away, leaving England.

Sincerely, best wishes.

Ta Effa.

I don't think he will let me pay the medical bills, and I can't afford them anyway.Therefore, there is nothing wrong with me patting my ass and leaving.

And I also know that I don't want to keep going back to Hogwarts, even though I love that place.

I should leave England and go back to my hometown. Northern Europe is a colder place, and the nights are very long, but there is the most beautiful sea in the world.

There is no one in my family anymore. If the old house left behind needs to be re-occupied, it may cost me a lot of effort.I'm really worried that this kind of thing will be very tiring.So maybe I'll travel for a while first and relax myself - like go to Georgia to see Andrew first.

But I'm really naive.

Two days later, on an afternoon with nothing to do, I was half-sitting on the bed reading a book when the door of the ward was pushed open.He walked in.

I thought he would keep avoiding me all the time, which would actually save trouble.If you can solve problems with a pen, you don't need to use your mouth.

Unexpectedly, he still came.

I watched him approach step by step, and stood beside the bed with a serious face.

I don't know how to design my words and deeds to express my attitude more clearly.After a quick thought, I silently retracted into the bed and lay flat, ignoring his gaze, and covered my face with the book.

I suddenly remembered the first time I quarreled with him.I was reading comics in Potions class, and he came over and snatched the book out of my hand and threw it on the floor.

Then I walked over to pick up the book in front of the whole class.Then I turned to him and raised my middle finger.

"Professor Snape, I'm sorry to tell you - your class is the most boring class I've ever had."

I still remember his expression at that time.

When I was in confinement, I used a pen to draw on the wall, drawing him without pants.I drew him the world's smallest penis, and asked Peeves to admire it together.

Ah, youth is so good!In a blink of an eye, I seem to be much older.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't hear him again.It's boring without an opponent.The pages of the book were wet from my breath, and stuck stubbornly to my face.

So I raised my eyes slightly and glanced at him.

He stood there, still staring at me intently.The sky was sinking, and the room was pitch-black, and I couldn't see what was hidden in his black eyes.

I seem to face the failure that he presents every time.It's all because I can't hold my breath.

"Is there something wrong?" I put the book aside and sat up helplessly again, pretending not to be embarrassed.

"Your engagement letter." He raised his hand and threw a parchment on my bed, not elegant at all.I could hear him breathing heavily, the way he breathes when he's angry.

I shrugged and said, "But I've already resigned."

"You owe me a lot of money."

I twitched the corner of my mouth, "You..."

"Do you want to be in debt for the rest of your life, or pay it back?" He continued in a low voice. "If you run away, you're a coward."

"Then how do you want me to pay it back?" I gasped in anger.

"Four-fifths of your income at Hogwarts," he said, "I figured, maybe in 80 years, you'll be able to pay it back."

I wanted to make sure he was joking, but there really wasn't a hint of it in his old face.

"Then I... choose to owe money for the rest of my life." I said, "I'm lazy and I don't want to pay it back."

"I will appeal to the Ministry of Magic and restrict you from leaving the country." He said, "Whether you work or not, you can't leave my sight."

I was taken aback, since when did he start to have this kind of Diagon Alley hooliganism?

I remember the last time I played hooligans, the protagonist was still me.I clung to him as hard as I could, and I remember even ripping off three buttons on his chest.

It's really turning around.

"You—" He suddenly grabbed my wrist while I was in a daze, with such force that it hurt me. "I still don't quite believe it. Mendel said that your injury is really recovering soon."

He took out his wand and fumbled in my hand. The tip of the wand glowed with blue light. He stared at it seriously, as if he wanted to find conclusive evidence.

I jerked back the left hand he had just grabbed. "Hey, sexual harassment?"

He stared at me speechlessly.

"Don't touch me, you are not allowed to touch me in the future." I warned him.

I was serious.

He didn't answer, and silently withdrew his wand.

"On the day you are discharged from the hospital, I will take you back to Hogwarts." He turned around and left quickly.