[HP] Don't talk to me

There are four seasons of the year, and perhaps my favorite is summer.Summer is very strange. On the one hand, the lush flowers and green grass bring people full of vitality, and on the other hand, the scorching sun makes people feel uncomfortable.

I never felt the uncomfortable part before.I still remember those years of summer vacation, the happiest thing was being able to lie on the bed and sleep late while the cicadas were singing and accompanied by the sunlight that shone into the bedroom.

Snape often spent the whole morning busy in the study next door, and when he walked in, he found that I was still squinting and motionless.He would come and lift the thin blanket, bend over and tickle me, forcing me to toss and turn on the bed and giggle.Sometimes I get angry and still can't afford it, he will secretly use the spell of increasing the room temperature, and after 5 minutes I hear me jump up and call him a bad boy, and then smile at me silently .

I'd go to the little shop on the corner and buy him the ice cream and ice cream that Muggles used to eat. They weren't enchanted, they didn't pop stars or turn colors, but they had a lot of flavors and they were all delicious.

I would refill the ice cream in a bowl, insert a clean steel spoon, sprinkle with some finely chopped nuts and pralines, and serve it to him.He always frowned and refused to eat. I raised the spoon to feed him, sometimes I licked it myself, and then raised it to his mouth, so he ate it.

Yesterday, I came up with a whim and tried my best. I learned from Mendel that I understand the ban and I can have a little cold drink. I was so happy.My health isn't much better, but it hasn't been much worse lately.It's like a dilapidated building, and it's no big deal to take out a few bricks while it's crumbling. It's not stated clearly, but everyone knows it well.Now that I was about to be discharged from the hospital, Mendel also relaxed his restraint on me. Presumably he also wanted to know if I could adapt to life outside the ward again.It's not St. Mungo's isolated from the world. I have to face it again, and there are many more.

So, breaking the one-sided cold war that had lasted for more than a week, I picked a time after breakfast one morning and told Snape that I wanted to eat the ice cream sold in the freezer of the good gentleman's grocery store at the corner of Spider's End Lane. .He knew the store because I used to take him out for a walk and go in to buy things, including not only ice cream, but also popcorn and all kinds of snacks.Sometimes he would hold a large pile of booty for me, follow me to the door of the house, walk into the house, and watch me open the cupboard and take out the bowl.

He has always wondered why I have to pour out the delicately packaged ice cream, refill it in a bowl, and sprinkle chopped nuts on it before eating.He never understood what I wanted to give him.

Now, less than half an hour later, the roles have reversed.Instead, I watched him holding up the box quietly, the ice cream inside was slightly melted, the milky white was glowing with yellowish light, and there was a burst of vanilla scent.

In fact, I prefer strawberry flavor, and I like to buy vanilla flavor just because he likes vanilla, even he didn't realize it himself.

I opened my mouth, knowing that I was hypocritical but insisted on motioning for him to feed.He gently dug a little with his spoon and put it in my mouth.I thought he was stingy, but I still bit the spoon carefully, letting the fragrance melt in my mouth and slide into my stomach, bringing a burst of coldness.

I closed my eyes, and my mind seemed to have returned to that alley.

After finishing my ice cream, I lay back on the bed and turned my back on Snape.He quickly packed up his things and didn't leave.He doesn't seem to be so busy these days, and he spends a lot more time in the ward.Although I'm not as sulking at him as I was a few days ago, I don't talk to him much.

He suddenly said, "Tata, you asked Harry Potter to borrow something, right?"

I moved my body slightly, but didn't look back at him. After a while, I took a deep breath and said sullenly, "Oh, how did you know?"

When did I become stupid and I didn't know it?Or have I not been smart all along?

"Harry Potter gave me this invisibility cloak through Bryce, and I will give it to you now."

I finally looked at him in surprise. He was pulling out a cloak with his wand from his bag—yes, that one.

After he took it out, he shook it and handed it to me. "Would you like to try?"

I stared at him in disbelief, propped myself up and said, "Really give it to me?"

He nodded, passed the cloak over, and put it in my hands.

"Try it."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?" I unfolded the cloak, turned it over, and put it on my body. "Can you still see me?"

He got up and took two steps back, looked up, down, left, and right in my direction, then nodded slightly, "Your elbows are still exposed."

Immediately I shrunk back into the cloak, taking care to ensure that I was completely wrapped in it. "What now?"

"I can't see it anymore." He frowned, then reached out to touch me. "Are you still in bed?"

"Yes, I'm here." I reached out and touched his hand lightly.As soon as he touched me, he immediately turned around and grabbed hard.His hands were cold and covered with only a layer of skin, with some light brown scars on them.I stared blankly at his fingers, and suddenly thought of that afternoon a few years ago, when I stood in the cellar and watched him correct homework.At that time, his fingers were long and slender. Although there were some scars from using potion ingredients, they were in beautiful shape. I could look at them for a long time, staring blankly in that motionless posture.

"You are afraid that I will run away, why do you still want to give it to me?" I recovered and asked.

"I want you to use it to get out of here." Snape said, "Knowing that when you asked Harry Potter to borrow this, I was really angry and scolded Potter. But when I think of its role, I'm happy instead."

"Use this to leave?" I took off the cloak on my body, held it in my hand and stroked it gently.

Perhaps, this is a good idea.I originally borrowed it for this purpose.I have been sick for so long that I have forgotten everything.

"Actually, you know that Kingsley doesn't really want to arrest you. The war has just ended, and after so many life and death events, your fact is nothing." Bryce said.

But the problem is that the Ministry of Magic has just recovered from the trauma of the war.Even if Kingsley is willing to help at this time, I will not agree to let him make this exception. Once the system is broken, it will be difficult to repair it. We all know this because of the war.

I was practicing walking on my prosthetic leg in the hallway, and Bryce came all morning and kept talking to me, but I just looked at him silently, listened to his chatter, but ignored him.

Hogwarts was on vacation for the summer, and Bryce was free to go to the hospital more frequently.I had a lot of feuds with him, first about his snitching on Snape, and then about his handing Harry Potter's invisibility cloak directly to Snape.

And I didn't have time to worry about him, I approved Snape's transfer plan in my heart, and I was more willing to work hard for it.

He went on to talk a lot, nothing more than about the Ministry of Magic.He was very dissatisfied with the length and rigidity of the Ministry of Magic system, and said that he would switch careers to engage in politics in the future and run for a position in the Ministry of Magic.I listened to his words in my left ear and quickly threw them out of my right ear.

Finally, he suddenly asked: "Tata, leave England, will you come back?"

The joint between the thigh and the prosthetic limb hurt badly from the long-term friction and mutual force. I leaned on the railing and sat gently on the chair beside me.

"Will you come back? Tell me you will."

I glanced up at him quickly, then looked down to fiddle with my prosthetic.

"You will definitely come back."

The more I talked, the more panicked I became, it wasn't him, it was me who panicked.

I hate being asked about these things, about plans and futures.

I took a deep breath and finally gritted my teeth and said, "Bryce, are you finished? I told you a long time ago, I'm not coming back."

"Merlin, you finally talked to me." Bryce smiled happily.

I snorted: "Want to know what I think now? To be honest, I still don't want to talk to you."

"I'm sorry, I know you're mad at me. But if it makes things better, I'd rather it be," Bryce said.

"Everything starts with, I want to help you."

I was furious for no reason, and said: "How did you help me? Tell Snape the secret? Did you know? He sold the house in Spider's End! It was his only property! You ruined my dream ! I want to watch him live a good life in it, now? Everything is gone!"

"I know he sold the house." Bryce seemed to ignore the anger on my face, ruffling his hair. "And I know he sold it for a good price."

"Yeah, good price!" My chest heaved violently, "Is he going to give you half?"

Bryce smiled and said, "Maybe——Tata, I'm really happy to see you working so hard to get out of the hospital today. The woman full of life a few months ago is back again."

He happily got up and walked away, leaving me panting heavily and coughing lightly.

I'm so degenerate that I can't even quarrel!

Snape handed me the Polyjuice Potion in his hand, and said softly, "Drink it." He watched me finish the potion, and made sure that I completely transformed into the strange red hair he had taken , I was allowed to stand up, and took the luggage bag beside me and carried it.

"Are you ready?" He put his arm around my shoulder and asked in his ear.

"Yeah." I nodded, but I was still a little nervous.Wearing an invisibility cloak while on crutches is not enough, and the limited mobility means that the possibility of failure is greatly increased.In the end, I had to decide to install the prosthesis. After a few days of practice, I was able to keep walking for an hour.

I walked towards the door excitedly, regardless of the fact that I vomited some blood the night before, and the blood plasma bag was transfused in the morning.At this moment, it seems that all the troubles have disappeared for the time being. In his head is the plan he designed, how to avoid the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, how to leave the hospital through the secret passage, how to set off for Europe by boat, and the first wizarding village in France. What is your name……

He grabbed me and held me tight.

"Don't worry!" He approached me, stretched out both hands, and squeezed my right hand tightly.

I didn't know what he was going to do, so I just waited quietly.Unexpectedly, he took out his wand and whispered a spell.I watched dumbfoundedly as a thin silver thread spewed out from the tip of his wand. The thin thread first wrapped around my right little finger, and then continued to grow in a twisted shape in the air, wrapping around his arm. Fasten on pinky finger.

"What is this for?"

He glanced at me and said: "This is a short-term connection induction spell. With it, if you leave me five meters away, it will tell me immediately."

I pulled my hand, and the thin thread was also lengthening and stretching, but it quickly and slowly faded until it disappeared in the air. "I won't run away." I didn't want to say this, I had a vague plan.

He seemed to see through my mind: "I have to be on the safe side, I can't bear the price of losing you."

I froze, and turned around on my own. "Stop talking, let's go."

He put the invisibility cloak on me, and he was relieved after observing that there was no possibility of exposure.

I walked in front, and he followed quietly.He could no longer see me, but I could feel his eyes following closely behind.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here for everything." He said softly.

I didn't turn my head to look at him, but just nodded the same lightly.