Remembering Me

"Head of Muggle Government..." I tapped my chin with the end of my quill. "Prime Minister! That's right."

I grabbed the bottle next to me and took a sip, some whiskey trickling down my neck.No sooner had I written the first "P" than my hand and the paper beneath it turned green.I shook my head to make sure this wasn't just another hallucination of my Firewhiskey-infused mind, and looked in the direction of the fireplace.

A huge shape appeared from the dancing green flames, and I stood up immediately, and the sudden dizziness almost made me fall back on the sofa again.Cursing with words that Remus would surely reprimand, I controlled my disorganized body and walked towards the fireplace.

Bob came out of the fireplace, and he was holding a dark-haired witch.Half of the witch's dark green robe was stained crimson with blood, her head was drooping, and she seemed to be unconscious.

The wound medicine is placed in the cabinet next to it, and I also cast a strengthening spell on the cabinet to prevent myself from smashing it when I am not so conscious.Bob had already laid the witch down on the couch when the medicine was brought, and I thought she was Hestia, but it looked like I didn't recognize her at all, maybe a new member.Very few members came to headquarters these months unless someone was seriously injured and couldn't be rushed to St. Mungo's right away.

The wound was on the left rib, and the flesh was turned outward, as if something had been detonated from the inside, and it could basically be concluded that it was caused by a spell.If you don't know the type of spell, the safest choice is Baixian. When the medicine dripped, the wound turned black with white smoke, and the witch let out a suppressed cry of pain.

I recognized the voice immediately and almost dropped the bottle in that instant.

"Jess?!"

Both the pain and the blood loss were enough to knock her unconscious, but Jessica looked wide awake and alert when she opened her closed eyes.Even though her eyes were blue now, the way the person looked at me gave me complete identification of her.

"Ice algae-based blood coagulant, low sea salt, for internal use." Jessica whispered.

While I was still in a daze, Bob had already found the drug she was talking about, so I carefully lifted Jessica's head to make it easier for her to swallow.After watching her swallow the bottle of blue liquid with difficulty, I maintained the movement of supporting the back of her head and looked around helplessly.

Bob pulled out his wand and conjured a pillow neatly, and I took it and stuffed it under Jessica's head.Bob took one look at me, and I looked down at my hand, which was shaking.Only a moment later our attention was on Jessica again, her face was dead white and she was trying to catch her breath.

"When can we get her to St. Mungo's?" I asked Bob. "She needs professional treatment."

Bob frowned, and Jessica answered the questions for him.

"There is no way to disguise the wound. Someone in St. Mungo is helping them smuggle thyme. If they go..." She gasped in pain, "...my identity will be revealed immediately."

"Are you still worried about your identity at this time?" My voice rose uncontrollably.

"I've been with them for three months, Sirius. I've been with them, watched what they've done..." Jessica said quietly, "I'm not going to let this go to waste. So yes, As long as I'm alive, that's the only thing I'm worried about."

Her eyes became cold and emotionless, and there was something in them that made me feel cold inside.

"How do you know your identity hasn't been revealed yet?" Bob asked first.

"This..." Jessica was obviously trying to maintain the calmness and continuity of her words, "I'm not sure. Although I changed a disguise when the incident happened, they must have already guessed that someone inside leaked the news. I must go back as soon as possible , try to find out the specific situation.”

"How long have you been?" I asked.

"Three days at most."

"That's really..." I stood up and turned half a circle as if I had been slapped, "Great, then we can visit your Christian funeral."

"Sirius!" Bob snorted.

"Am I wrong? Her blood is almost bleeding half! In three days, it is optimistic that she will be able to walk in three days!"

Jessica closed her eyes for a while before she started talking again. Her voice was so low that I had to artificially calm myself down and knelt down to the sofa to listen.

"It's not that exaggerated. If you take the medication on time, two days of normal activities at most will be fine. It will be faster if Snape is free to help."

What she said was true, and many injuries that looked terrible to wizards were actually nothing.The thought of having Snape come over to show her the wound made my skin tense uncomfortably, but then I assured her that Snape was "available" and that I would Floo to that smelly place if necessary. dragged him here in the smoky basement.

"I'll let him know when the get out of class is over." Jessica didn't forget to say something.

"Of course, I don't want to disturb our busy potions master," I said sarcastically.

It was about dinner time at Hogwarts when Snape arrived.He came out of the fireplace in his usual crow-like attire, and pretended to dust off the ashes.On the other hand, I maliciously guessed that the ash on his head might not be able to get off, and would be stuck there by the greasy oil until he died of old age.

Then, with damned deliberation, he scanned the living room.Even without the two bottles of whiskey I've eaten and the injured Jessica, I wouldn't have the consciousness to clean up the house, so he has seen my life in the past few months: the dishes with leftovers are piled up on the coffee table wine bottles were scattered beside the sofa, under the floor, or broken against the wall; newspapers for me to do crossword puzzles to pass the time were scattered here and there on the sofa, coffee table and the floor, and some were crumpled into balls. Throw it far in the corner.

Taking a deep breath—I'm guessing, because I can't smell it long ago—the air mixed with old wine, rot and rancidity, the old bat moved his mouth with a half-smile: "How wonderful. Look You've got to enjoy a life of leisure, Blake—especially when everyone's busy with life and death."

Immediately I felt all the alcohol and blood rushing to my brain, and from the way the snotlite looked at me cautiously and defiantly and reached into my robes, my hand must have grasped the wand in my pocket.I can't feel it, the world is rising and falling slightly in front of my eyes, urging me to blow away that dead face that I have hated since I was a student.

Then I thought of Jessica, who was lying on the couch behind me, badly injured.So I look away and sideways out of the way.

Snotlite strode around the coffee table and leaned over Jessica, who had returned to her original self.For a moment I thought he was going to reach for her robes - a truly horrific scene - but he just pulled out his wand and cut away the clothing around the wound, Jessica frowning as he sucked the blood away.

The cleaned wound looked like a crack on light-colored porcelain that had been hit hard, and the crack quickly faded into a cobweb-like gap as Snape repeated a spell.After finishing, he took out a flat bottle from his pocket and put it on the tea table, "Once an hour, three drops each time."

Jessica glanced at it: "I'll ask a student to return the remaining half bottle."

"Save your brain where it is more necessary, its capacity is already pitiful enough." Snape said coldly, "As long as you have the OWLs level, you will not be hit by a spell of this level. Wondering if you've been on vacation since graduation."

"I'm sorry," Jessica—the description alone would make me spit out the rest of my stomach—said meekly, "I was in a hurry."

Snape snorted, and I looked away from Jessica when I realized he was going to point the finger at me, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the muscles in one corner of his mouth twisted and his chin lifted.It was a look of extreme contempt, and for some reason I understood exactly what he meant: diabolical.

This was far more serious than any verbal insult, and I gave up using my wand, intending to simply flatten that beak-like nose.

"Since your time has come," Jessica's abnormally lively tone made me stop myself and turn around, and found that she was smiling sweetly, "then you must have not eaten dinner, professor-professor- —?”

"I don't think you have to worry about that for two days."

While I was dumbfounded, the Snotlite dropped a feeble counterattack and slid back into the fireplace so quickly that I almost thought he was running away.

"Were you and him just now..." flirting?I'll bite my tongue off before I can say the word.

Jessica gently covered the wound with her right hand, trying not to shake it in the silent laughter.

"Don't worry, I have no special relationship with him." She finally noticed that my face must be uglier than hers, "Unfortunately, I spent 5 years of my student life under the tutelage of Snape. He kept his mouth shut, but going against him would only result in a ban and a loss of points, and I went the other way."

"Flirting with the teacher?" I couldn't get "Snape" into that sentence.

"Well, not exactly." Jessica looked at the ceiling, lost in reminiscence of the old days, "Every time he started to speak, I looked at him respectfully and adoringly like a good student, and nodded repeatedly. Once he put me in confinement for a week, disemboweling the toads every day. I beat each toad completely useless, then knocked on his office door with a basin, bowed and said, 'I have completed your task, Professor ’, he extended the lockup and made me deal with snakes and slugs. At the end of the month of lockup he told me to get out of his basement and for the rest of the three and a half years I was just a piece of air.”

After it took me a while to stop myself from laughing, Jessica continued.

“Then he was giving me poor grades for a while, and I waited for him at the office door with my homework. Then I told him he was my favorite professor and I wanted to give him a gift for Valentine’s Day breakfast. Rose. So I passed the exam."

Her eyes sparkled as she narrated her pranks, like a child grinning triumphantly.

"This... this is really a good idea." I wiped away tears from laughter, "but I'd rather kiss Kreacher."