[HP] Don't talk to me

It was another busy day, and I still didn't eat dinner.In the past few days, in the afternoon, I feel very tired and have no appetite.This symptom came inexplicably, and I didn't think much about it.

I sat at the desk and wrote to Andrew, hoping that he would send some more medicines as soon as possible, as I'm running out of stock here.Maybe it's because I didn't strictly follow the guidelines for taking it.I'm a little casual now, and I don't remember the date. Whenever I feel uncomfortable, I will give myself an injection. I am used to the heart-piercing pain.

Suddenly there was a slight knock on the door, and then it became more and more rapid and forceful.I put the letter in the drawer, got up and opened the door.

The black shadow was unstoppable, and before I could react, he had already held the door with one hand, and then moved his whole body into the room.

He leaned heavily against the wall as I took two steps back, raising my wand.

Snape looked down, not looking at me with an angry face.After a few seconds, he suddenly uttered a "□□", which sounded like a gasping sound that was excruciatingly painful.Then I watched in amazement as he slowly slid down, and finally sat down on the corner of the doorway.

"What's wrong with you?" I rushed forward and knelt down, and my instinctive reaction was to reach out and stroke his forehead.There was no burning sensation, and he didn't look like he had a sudden illness.

Behind him, there was a large area of ​​blood on the wall, which was the scratches left by his body rubbing against the wall.

Seeing this, my heart stopped for half a beat immediately.Snape buried his head in my chest, I didn't resist, but hugged him tightly, and waved my wand with trembling hands.A light was lit at the tip of the staff, and I gently brought the light source closer to his back.

The clothes on the back had been torn, and a large gash at the length of his arm stretched from his neck to his waist. The wound as wide as his thumb was filled with a mixture of fat and blood.

It looked so shocking that I couldn't help but gag.Snape was still panting, and I could feel him shaking.

The sound I made was very weak, and at this moment I looked like a complete coward, and I didn't even have the strength to help him stand up. "I'll call Madam Pomfrey! You should need to be sent to St. Mungo's immediately."

He seemed to have suddenly gathered strength, and as soon as he grabbed me, I hugged him even tighter.

"Don't be alarmed... There are several bottles of medicine in the third drawer on the lower left side of my desk," he took another deep breath before continuing, "Bring them all here."

I put all my weight on the wall, planted my feet on the ground, supported the crutches and slowly lifted half of his body, so that both of us could finally stand up.

"Go and lie down on my bed."

I collected myself, led him slowly into the bedroom, and lay on my side on my single bed.The blood immediately stained a large area of ​​color on my sheets.Fortunately, we have all experienced that war, and the time is not long, and we can all bear this sudden situation.

"Wait for my return."

I didn't have time to delay any longer, so I put him down and turned around, heading towards his office.

When I returned, Snape was still in the same position I had left.The room was extremely quiet, there was no sound at all.I went up, holding five blue potion bottles with different labels on them.I didn't look at it all the way back, and I didn't lift one of the bottles until I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was a debridement potion, probably made by Snape himself, and hearing the shaking of the potion inside, he had already used most of it.

"Give it to me, I'll do it myself." Snape frowned and raised his hand tremblingly.I looked at his fingertips that glowed palely in the candlelight, and shook my head.

"I'll do it." My tone was unmistakable.

No one spoke, save for Snape's occasional groan.I helped him take off his robe. It had been a long time since his naked upper body was shown in front of me so unreservedly. I actually felt a little awkward and embarrassing.And he looked up at me, eyes hidden in the shadows.I frowned, and found that he had lost a lot of weight, and some parts were just a layer of skin sticking to the flesh. I really don't know how he managed to maintain his usual strong appearance.The most terrible thing was the injury this time. In addition to several scratches on the back, there was actually a penetrating stab wound from the back through the front waist.Fortunately, although it was tragic, it was not fatal.

I didn't ask where the injury on his body came from. I felt a kind of powerlessness and fear, and I wanted to avoid it.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished dealing with all the traumatic injuries on Snape's body, and found gauze to wrap him carefully.After taking a few mouthfuls of the healing potion, Snape leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.I couldn't bear to disturb his sleep, so I gently pinched the corner of the quilt to cover him, then sat in the chair alone, called a blanket to cover him, turned off the light, and then tilted my head and narrowed my eyes.

I am too tired.

But just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a sound.

"Cough..." He coughed, breaking the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

I didn't plan to talk to him, but just listened carefully to his breathing, which was much calmer than before.

"Tata, Tata." He continued to call me.

"You took the photos on my desk, didn't you?"

I clenched my fist, then let it go.

"I know, you hate me." Snape's voice was suddenly low and slow, and it sounded a little old.

"No." I finally responded in a low voice, "I don't hate you, in fact I really don't hate you, but..."

I threw off the blanket, stood up and picked up the crutches, and stood and looked at the black figure beside the bed. I felt that he was trying to stand up, but in vain.

"I don't love you either."

I walked out of the room, leaving the frozen shadow with the night.

I spent the night on my private private terrace, sitting on the floor in my robe without a blanket, with my pillow against the wall.The night was a bit cold, and I opened and closed my eyes a little numbly, but I couldn't fall back asleep.

Until dawn, I heard the noise of students coming from a distance, and knew that it was probably time for breakfast, so I hurried back to my room.I thought that Snape should still be in bed, and planned to change his medicine again, but I didn't expect that the sheets had been made and cleaned, and everything was neatly arranged.The person was nowhere to be found, and the medicine for the wound was also taken away.

For the next half month, I didn't see Snape again.Professor McGonagall said one day that she had received a letter from Snape, saying that everything was fine for him now, but it would take some time before he could return to school, and he hoped that McGonagall would act as his principal.

Life at Hogwarts continued to be peaceful, and no one would make a fuss over such a letter.McGonagall took over the role of acting principal calmly and handled the daily work in an orderly manner.After all, after experiencing the great war, there is nothing that is qualified to cause huge waves.

My work and life are nothing more than going around in the castle every day. Except for classes and meals, I rarely communicate with others.However, I did an experiment. After Andrew sent me a new scorpion stone, I gave myself two injections at once. I found it very useful, and my spirit improved a lot, and I could persist for several days until the night. Plenty, appetite is better.So two injections of scorpion stone a week became my habit again.

After feeling better, I had a new idea.I'm going to sneak into the potions lab while the Snapes aren't at school.I'm going to do it whether he agrees or not.

When I went to the operation room that night, I tried to exercise the utmost caution, locked the door behind me when I entered the room, and turned on the light.I rummaged through the potions orders on his desk, only to find that the desk had been cleared by him, and nothing could be found.I had no choice but to use my memory to count the materials and start preparing.This room is too familiar to me, I will not panic at all, I just don't want him to know about it.However, I think I probably won't be able to hide it in the end.

After setting up the crucible, I started to work step by step.

The room was very quiet. When I was concentrating on pouring materials into the pot, I suddenly heard a strange noise from the finished product storage room next door.Goosebumps stand up, I realize that in my rush, I made a mistake, I let down my guard and started doing things without checking that all the rooms are safe.Yes, this is after the Great War, but that doesn't mean the world is absolutely safe.Occasionally, news of Death Eaters' remnants committing crimes would be reported in various newspapers, and Snape's trip back with his injuries a few days ago may also have something to do with this still hidden danger.

I immediately extinguished the flame under the cauldron, adjusted the light in the room a little brighter, then propped myself up against the table, and raised my wand towards the door of the storage room.

"Who's in there?" I snapped, "Come out immediately!"

There was a click on the door of the storage room, and I took a deep breath.I hope there is no darkness lurking inside—it is logically impossible, after all, the security at Hogwarts is stricter than before the war.

"It's me, Bryce Evans." A dark red flashes, and then Bryce's face.He came out of the room step by step with his hands raised, his expression very calm.

"Bryce?" I was a little surprised, after all, when I came in, the cellar was locked. "Why are you here?"

Bryce was smart enough to spot my mistrust, as I pointed to his wand which hadn't been lowered yet.He chuckled under his breath, and then said calmly, "Don't forget... I'm the Potions Professor now."

I froze for a moment, feeling embarrassed for a moment.Yes, he's the Potions Professor, and the Vault is open to him, and there's nothing wrong with his presence here anytime.

It's me, it's really hard to explain why I came here in the middle of the night and sneaked in the operating room to brew medicine.

"What are you doing?" Bryce took two steps forward, looked at the cauldron that was still bubbling with the residual heat of the flames, "What kind of potion do you want to make?"

I raised my eyebrows, intending to fool me with a rhetorical question. "Don't you live upstairs? Come to the cellar so late?"

"I'm here to find the experimental potion I made during the day."

"Oh, I'm here to take a look too, I think of a potion, I haven't made it for a long time." I smiled awkwardly.

Bryce shrugged and said, looking natural, "Can I help you?"

In the end, the action that night turned out to be a blessing in disguise. With Bryce's help, the progress of boiling the medicine was much faster, and I completed two orders from Oliver's Potion Store in one night.

Bryce is a good helper. He doesn't talk much and doesn't ask the ins and outs. He just helps you complete the work with high efficiency.I kind of understand why it is rumored that he is a potion genius. He has a strong grasp of potions, and within three seconds of any raw material in his hands, he can immediately tell the most important uses of this material, Cooking method, matters needing attention.

I think, compared with Snape, his research attainments in potion science are not inferior to Snape's.

It was early morning when the production was over.I was really embarrassed to disturb Bryce for so long, but he only accepted my thanks very coolly, and rejected my proposal to give him a reward.

"If I can help you in the future, I'm still willing." There was a smile on the young professor's face.

Recalling Snape's appearance in front of the cauldron in his mind, the cold silence, and the black clothes and black hair, compared with the brisk red in front of him, he suddenly felt a little amusing.

I nodded, carrying two potions, and went back to the room.