[HP] Don't talk to me

When I lay down on the bed, I was dizzy.

Bryce has been taking care of me by the side, and it's hard for him to help me walk from the lake back to the room. The road is slippery and wet. In order to prevent me from falling, he didn't pay attention and fell a few somersaults.

The blood in my nasal cavity couldn't stop just now, Bryce didn't know the reason, and his face was pale with fright.He wanted to turn around and go to the potion storage room to find a suitable potion to stop the bleeding, but I stopped him immediately.There are no potions that work except the Scorpion Stone, and if it did, I would have tried it.

I can't tell him that I still have a scorpion stone hidden in the inner layer of the desk. I took it out and touched it repeatedly a few days ago, and even stuck it on my arm several times, but it was useless to hold it back.In this situation, it may be more comfortable to use it, but I can't use it.

If I had to use that piece too, I wouldn't even have the last strength to run outside.

I once thought about asking Bryce to help me find materials for making scorpion stones.But the materials are too special, for a potion master like Bryce, he only needs to see the formula to know what my ultimate goal is.Maybe he would be willing, but I can't bring innocent people into it. After all, Georgia, where Andrew lives, has never explicitly banned this banned drug, but the British Ministry of Magic listed it as a banned drug more than ten years ago. The blacklist of potions, prohibited production and use will be punished severely, and now that the war has just ended, the investigation is even stricter.

Fortunately, after about half an hour, the bleeding stopped.Bryce almost wept with joy when he removed the towel and saw that there was no fresh blood on it.

"I've lived 24 years, and this is the happiest thing I've ever done." Bryce murmured, "If something happens to you, I can't forgive myself."

"It's none of your business, Bryce." I barely had the strength to speak, and the pain in my abdominal cavity showed signs of rising, but it was under control for a short time.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't mention Lily Evans' name. I know you don't want to hear it. I just think that since I have this relationship with her, if I don't say it myself now, you If you find out later, you will feel that I am hiding from you. I... I hope to be honest with you. "

"I forgive you, I forgive you for mentioning her name, isn't it Lily Evans? Lily Evans, listen, I can say this name myself, Lily Evans."

Everyone thinks this way, and thinks this name is a taboo in my heart, so what's so great about it?I don't care, yeah, I really don't.She is innocent, almost as innocent as Bryce, and she certainly never thought that after she passed away, she would be involved in the matter with Snape and me, and be subject to other people's speculation.

However, my involvement with Snape is also over.In a few years, maybe everyone will forget about me, only when reading stories about Snape, someone will occasionally see such a line between the lines: Ta Effa, was seriously injured for Snape during the war, and was injured after the war. Severe death.She loved Snape, and Snape loved Lily Evans.

I couldn't help laughing because of my boring reverie, and grinned silently.

"Do you want some water?" Bryce thought I was thirsty, got up and poured a glass of water for me.

I didn't explain, just took the water glass obediently, and took a symbolic sip.

"Bryce, I think you are more suitable to be a doctor in St. Mungo's than Potions. You are very careful."

A slight blush appeared on Blaise's face.

"Tata...I just want to take care of you."

I froze for a moment, then changed the subject: "By the way, you and Lily Evans are relatives, so do you know Harry?"

"Harry Potter?"

I nodded.

"When I was imprisoned in France a few years ago, he may have never heard of me. But in the past few months since I came back, he has written me a few letters saying that he wants to know me. After all, he has no relatives. But he’s my cousin.” Bryce said, “Harry seems to be busy preparing for the Auror exams now, and he invited me to spend Christmas with him at the Weasleys’ house this Christmas, but I didn’t go. Yes, but I saw your name on the detention list."

I thought about it, and asked softly, "Bryce, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"what?"

"Secretly invite Harry to Hogwarts, and write to him, in such a way that you don't disturb others. Just say that Tal Effah has something to ask him, and he must come within three days after Christmas. once."

"However, to enter and leave the school during the holidays, you must have a permission form from Headmaster Snape!"

"No, Bryce, you just have to write the letter as I say, Harry has his own way."

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly there was a strong knock on the door.I held down Bryce and stood up slowly, enduring the pain. "Sit still, I'll open the door."

A year ago, I never thought that I would be useless to such an extent. The crutches were propped under the armpit to support my body, and I couldn't hold it up.The whole shoulder was trembling as he walked, without any strength, and he could hardly grasp the balance.

Fortunately, the doorway was narrow, so I swayed left and right, and finally leaned against the wall at the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Snape stood outside the door, his black robe blocking most of the sunlight outside.

I looked up at him, smiling.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"Ta...Effa, shall we have lunch together at noon?" Snape looked me up and down, as if observing my every breath.

"At noon, I have to go out." I frowned. "To Hogsmeade. Sorry, Professor."

"In the past few days, I haven't seen you come out to move around." Snape stretched out his hand forward and touched my cuff, and I immediately put my hand behind my back.

His hands froze in mid-air awkwardly. "Are you uncomfortable? You..."

I don't want to see his cautious eyes again, it reminds me of myself, and I used to look at him so cautiously.

"Professor," I calmed down and said softly, "Today is Christmas Eve."

"Yes, Christmas Eve." He seemed surprised that I took the initiative to talk, and his face was delighted. "I have……"

"Tonight, I won't stay with you until midnight." I still said calmly, "So I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

I turned my head and called into the house: "Bryce, come out, we'll be leaving in a while."

I felt the black figure at the door shake.

The air in the room was still for a while.

Bryce and I walked slowly on the path of Hogsmeade village. It was already the afternoon of Christmas Eve. There were almost no people walking around in the village, but through the house walls, we could hear the laughter of family reunion in some houses. .

"Tata," Bryce said, looking sideways from time to time as he walked, "he's still following."

He, referring to Snape.From the moment we left the room, he followed us all the way with a distance of seven or eight meters.

"Let him follow." I was holding Bryce's arm tightly, trying to keep my balance under control. "I'm just sorry for making you tired, so I'll come out with me, and I won't be able to spend Christmas Eve." I originally planned to go directly to Hogsmeade after going to Black Lake to get some fresh air, but emergencies always happened.

"I've always wanted to invite you out to play, remember?" Bryce said. "You pushed me to the principal, and the principal looked very ugly. Ha, now it's good, the three of us are out together."

Seeing him joking like this, I couldn't help but chuckle.I dismissed Bryce just now and let him face to face with Snape outside the house, then went into the house and picked up the last Scorpion Stone, just in case.

When I walked to the door of the Pig's Head Bar, I pulled myself together and pushed the door open.

"Who is it? No reception today!" Before standing still, Aberforth's loud voice was heard in the back room.He came out and saw me, stunned.

"Tata?"

I reached out to him, and he came over and gave me a gentle hug. He was tall and had a long beard on his chest. For a moment, he always reminded me of Albus Dumbledore.

I apologized in his arms, "I'm sorry, Aberforth. I haven't come to see you since I recovered."

During the half a year when Snape fired me from the Hogwarts teaching post, I stayed in the Hog's Head Pub in Aberforth, and didn't leave until the war broke out.The first few times I went out with Millie and by myself, I passed the Pig's Head Bar, but I didn't go in.Aberforth wrote me a few letters asking how things were going after I was released from the hospital, and I just said everything was fine.

I really don't want him to see me like this.

Sure enough, after he let go of me, he gently grasped my two arms with both hands, and looked me up and down with his eyes.

"God, you..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"I'm still alive, isn't it good enough?" I was heartbroken by him, but I still comforted him with a forced smile, "I'm not too ugly, not completely disfigured."

Aberforth took me into his arms again.

The door was gently pushed open again.

"Severus?" Aberforth asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find her." Snape said in a low voice, "Aberforth, today is Christmas Eve."

"Oh, yes! You—" Aberforth looked down at me, then up at him.

In order to avoid his misunderstanding, I quickly said: "We are not together. Aberforth, let me introduce someone to you, Bryce Evans, he is the new Potions professor at Hogwarts, and at the same time He's also Lily Evans' cousin."

Hearing that I took the initiative to mention that name, the three men present were all stunned.

I pursed my lips, found the nearest chair and sat down, put down my crutches, and said loudly, "Do you need help for the Christmas dinner tonight?"

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