Because he returned late last night, Harry woke up late on Saturday morning.
Even Snape slept in for a while.
When the screen of the electronic clock jumped from 7: 59 to 8: 00,
Snape couldn't lie down anymore.
He gently pushed the head that was resting on his arm. "Potter,
Get up. "
Snape's movements weren't big, but a gust of dry and cold air still poured into the quilt. Harry shivered and then grabbed the edge of the quilt.
He muttered, "Don't mess with Severus..."
Who's with you, Severus! Other than the Old Bee and his colleagues at Hogwarts, very few people called Snape by his name. Hearing Little Potter say this in a daze,
It gave the experienced Potions Professor goosebumps.
He turned his head to take a look. A furry head was buried under the blanket, and a warm breath was blowing on his shoulder.
Harry's sleeping posture wasn't bad, but it wasn't very good either.
When he slept with Snape,
He liked to turn his back to the elder.
He leaned his thin back against a relatively broad chest.
But he always turned over unconsciously in the middle of the night.
His head buried in the crook of Snape's arm. His arm rested on Snape's chest. His leg stretched out.
He rested it on Snape's thigh. If Snape's sleeping posture was also irregular,
The two of them would easily fight in their sleep. Luckily, Snape had always been a good sleeper.
At most, when he was out of breath in the middle of the night, he reached out and pulled the leg of the teenager that was pressing down on his stomach.
Harry still showed no signs of waking up. Snape thought about how he had to wake up early every day these days. The meat on his chin seemed to have lost weight again, so he didn't deliberately wake him up. But Snape couldn't get out of bed. He could only lie in bed and stare blankly. He looked at the furnishings in the bedroom in boredom.
The guest bedroom wasn't big. In order to facilitate Snape's entry and exit, other than a double bed, there was only a wardrobe and a desk stuffed in the room. Other than that, Harry asked Little Weisles to bring down a bookcase from upstairs. But now the desk was basically used by Harry. Because of laziness, children usually changed into pajamas after showering and sat on the bed to read and write homework. Therefore, Harry's textbooks and drafts were piled everywhere on the bedside table, desk, and bookcase. In the past, Snape could have thrown Harry and his junk out together, but now … The Potions Professor thought calmly. It was actually quite comfortable to lean against the headboard and read books.
In addition, the silver-gray bed that Snape liked had become beige after a wash. It was a color closer to Gryffindor than Slytherin. The curtains weren't changed. Harry said that the curtains were now very good at blocking out light.
Turning his head, Snape's clothes were neatly folded on the wheelchair next to the bed. Harry's jeans and sweater were wrinkled and hung on the back of the chair. One of the trousers even hung on the floor.
The terrifying invasiveness of the Potters.
At half past eight, Snape could already hear Lupin scratching the door outside, as well as a threatening roar. He had no choice but to pat Harry on the back. "Potter, get up."
After a while, Harry moved his head slightly and made a sound, but he didn't wake up yet.
Snape could hear that the child's voice was a little strange. He turned sideways and pulled the child off his body. Harry's face was normal, but his lips were a little chapped. Snape patted his cheek and said, "Potter?"
Harry opened his eyes slowly and said vaguely, "Professor …"
This time, Snape could tell that Harry's voice was hoarse.
Harry also realized that his throat hurt badly when he spoke, but it itched uncomfortably when he didn't speak. "Professor, I … cough cough … my throat hurts …"
Snape motioned for Harry to sit up, then reached out and pinched the child's chin. "Ah."
Harry subconsciously let out a long "ah". Snape took the opportunity to press down on his tongue with his index finger and carefully observed. He found that the child's throat was red and swollen, and his tonsils were swollen to the point that they were about to block his throat. He frowned and asked, "What did you eat yesterday?"
Snape withdrew his index finger. Harry choked on his own saliva. After a long time, he said with tears in his eyes, "Barbecue …" And it was a large amount of barbecue.
It was obvious that Harry was heaty, and there was no magic potion that would take effect immediately to solve this small problem. So, he could only obediently take the medicine and wait for his recovery. In order to take care of the patient, Snape didn't let Harry cook. So, the two people and the wolf ate cereal for breakfast. It was simple and nutritious, but it was so sweet that it was nauseating.
Harry sat on the sofa and dug into the cereal with a spoon as if he was swallowing medicine. Suddenly, he received a call. It was Hermione.
"Hello, Harry? It's nothing important. I just wanted to tell you that Percy is leaving for London. "It seemed that the little witch was with Percy. There were many people and cars in the background.
"Ahem … Okay, let him … Ahem … bring some cake back." Although English cuisine was not worth mentioning, desserts were still quite good.
"What's wrong with you? Do you have a cold? "Hearing Harry's abnormal voice, Hermione asked with concern.
"No, just a little heaty … Ahem, sore throat."
"Oh, be careful with your diet." In the days without magic potions, Hermione could only say this. "I asked Percy to go to the Broken Cauldron Bar, King's Cross Station, Grimmauld Square, and my house. Do you have any other reminders?"
Other than Grimmauld Square, Harry didn't have any special places to pay attention to. He couldn't ask Percy to go to Godric Valley, could he? As for Aunt Penny's house … Harry hesitated and suddenly had an idea. "Min … Ahem … That, do you remember Wendy Walter?"
Hermione seemed to recall for a moment before saying, "Are you talking about Professor Quirrell's girlfriend, Senior Sister Walter?"
"Yes … I remember that her house is also in London. Can … Ahem … Ask Percy to find out about her situation?" Wendy had graduated. If Harry remembered correctly, she didn't stay in the magic world after graduation. Instead, she was preparing for Muggle University. He asked Percy to find out about Wendy's situation to determine what kind of situation they were in now. What kind of "disappearance" in the magic world?
Hermione whispered something to Percy and then agreed. She probably didn't have time to ask more, and also heard that Harry was out of breath from coughing, so she hung up the phone.
Harry then finished the milk cereal that had turned into snot. He then sat on the sofa and flipped through two pages of a novel. He found that he couldn't read anything, so he turned on the TV to watch a drama for a while. However, he found that the special effects and lines of the drama were quite nonsensical. So, he fell asleep on the sofa with Lupin in his arms. During this time, Snape came out to take a look. Seeing that the child was wrapped in a blanket, he went back to the study.
As a result, at about eleven o'clock, Harry suddenly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he reached for the trash can next to the sofa and then bent over to vomit the cereal that he had swallowed earlier. Lupin hurriedly barked loudly and called Snape out.
Seeing that the child was indeed miserable, Snape first took a cup of warm water and handed it to him. "Rinse your mouth. Don't swallow it." After Harry vomited several times, he took another cup and let him swallow slowly. At the same time, he said to Lupin, "Go and drag out the medical kit."
Harry was wrapped in a blanket and holding a cup of water in his hand. His eyes were a little dazed. It was rare for Snape to see the child like this. He wanted to laugh, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he calmly said, "Ah."
Harry opened his mouth and let out a muffled "Ah —". Snape examined him and found that the child's condition had worsened. The originally slightly red and swollen almonds were now showing signs of pus. Looking at the child's eyes, other than tears, there were also some sticky red blood vessels, which was also a sign of excessive internal heat.
At that moment, Lupin had already used his head to push the medical kit out of the room. Snape bent over and moved it to the coffee table. Then, he took out a thermometer and had Harry hold it under his armpit. After five minutes, he took it out. Low fever.
Lupin looked at Snape from the side, waiting for him to explain Harry's condition.
Snape ignored him. Instead, after thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Mccoy, are you free today?"
This Mr. Mccoy was not an old man, but Hank Mccoy. Snape did not know that Percy had already gone to London, but he still chose to ask Hank for help. He could only say that this young man was very reliable and had left a good impression on him. After listening to the explanation, Hank quickly agreed to come over in the afternoon to take Harry to see a doctor.
After hanging up the phone, Snape looked back. Harry was still lying there, coughing while hugging the trash can. There was a pile of paper towels beside him.
Magic potions are still better. The two people and the dog thought at the same time.
But the reality was that there was no magic potion. Harry's throat was so sore that he could not speak at noon. He could not swallow the pasta that Snape made himself. As for the oatmeal... Lupin dragged the trash can over, Snape gave up on the idea.
"You have to eat something." Snape was unusually calm. "You won't recover in two or three days."
Harry pointed at his throat in pain. He was not picky about food, but he had to be able to swallow it!
In the end, Snape came up with a solution. He instructed Lupin to take out all the ingredients that could be found in the kitchen. In the end, he chose corn, black beans, red beans, sesame seeds, peanuts, and the vegetables that were not used up for the salad. He stewed them in the crucible. When the vegetables were soft and the red beans were swollen, he took them out and threw them into the juicer. He added two cups of milk and mixed it into a paste before serving it to Harry. "Drink."
Harry, who was still a little confused, opened his eyes and saw a bowl of black mud with a hint of green in it. He was shocked. "The professor made a magic potion?" He tasted it. This taste. "Harry thought with tears in his eyes." It really is a magic potion! "
Probably out of some kind of emotion, Harry finally swallowed the bowl of "magic potion" slowly. Snape and Lupin, who were watching from the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Snape got a pot of warm water and sent Lupin to supervise Harry, telling him to "drink more water". He then shut himself in the study and did something.
Lupin was usually not on good terms with Snape, but when it came to Harry's health, he dutifully stayed by Harry's side. Every five minutes, he would rub the pot of water with his nose. Harry took three straws and connected them into one. He stuck one end into the pot and held the other end in his mouth. He watched the "Doctor Who" video and drank from it from time to time.
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