When Mccoy brought him into a ward, Harry finally understood the true meaning of the doctor's words.
The decoration of every ward in the hospital was plain white,
Therefore, the girl's red hair was particularly shocking,
It also made her skin look exceptionally pale. Harry walked over,
He stood by the girl's bed and saw that she seemed to be sleeping soundly,
Her expression was serene, like a princess who was lost in the dense forest in a fairy tale, so she simply slept under the roots of a tree,
It was just that the princess's skin color was too gothic, as white as paper,
Even her two delicate eyebrows seemed to have faded,
It was as if they had been drawn on with a pencil.
Only her hair was abnormally red, falling on the pillow,
Winding like a river.
Mccoy explained, "... she was sent to the hospital three years ago,
No one knew where she came from,
No one knew what illness she had. We even invited the top doctors in the country to do a full body examination for her, but the conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with her at all,
Her brain, nerves, and organs,
There was nothing wrong with her. She was just asleep. "
The nurse in charge of taking care of the girl added, "That's why we call her Sleeping Beauty."
Mccoy curled the corners of his mouth,
He looked at Harry and smiled, "So do you want to try to wake her up with a kiss?"
I'm not her prince. Harry now understood,
What he saw just now..,
Was actually the girl who was pushed out to bask in the sun in a wheelchair by the nurse,
Speaking of which..,
This nurse was also an acquaintance of Harry..,
"Miss Scali..." Harry paused for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, "Is she conscious?"
Scali was stunned for a moment, then she nodded and said, "Although the doctors in New York did not come to a unified conclusion, the people in our hospital all think that she is conscious, because... sometimes, I can see her smiling in her sleep."
Smiling...? Harry lowered his head to look at the "Sleeping Beauty" sleeping face. Her lips were light, but the faint curve of her lips seemed to imply that it was a beautiful dream.
"Ginevra..." Harry muttered.
Scali and Mccoy looked at Harry at the same time, only to see the boy raise his head with a strange expression. "Doctor... Where's the toilet?"
Mccoy: "... Follow me."
After going to the toilet to flush out the medicine in his bladder, Harry was escorted back by Dr. Mccoy to continue the infusion. This time, the doctor did it himself. As expected, he was much rougher than the nurse. Harry grimaced in pain, but he still had to listen to him honestly. "... If there's nothing else, don't talk so much. Otherwise, even if your tonsils are healed, you won't have to smoke and drink to imitate Bob Dylan in the future." Harry was so scared that he didn't speak again until Lupin brought him food.
Lupin came at the same time as Charles. The two of them bumped into each other at the entrance of the hospital. One of them was carrying a lunchbox in his hand, and the other was carrying a lunchbox on his back. The four eyes looked at each other for three seconds. Lupin took the lead and rushed in. Charles didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This dog with a name was really different, huh?
When Charles finished greeting Mccoy and walked into Harry's ward, the boy had already opened the lunchbox on Lupin's back. Inside was... uh, a milk bottle. But it wasn't milk, but some cement-like paste.
Charles walked over to take a look. There was also a pair of scissors in the lunchbox. "What's this?"
Harry picked up the scissors with a heavy heart and cut the pacifier a little bigger. Then he held the milk bottle and sucked his dinner.
After asking what kind of paste it was, Charles smiled. "That's not a bad plan." The food he prepared for Harry was minced meat porridge. Now it seemed that Snape's idea was simpler, more violent, and more efficient.
In the end, Charles sat by the bed and slowly drank the minced meat porridge. At the same time, he took out a stack of photos and showed them to Harry first. "I picked three places, which are relatively quiet and not too far from the school. There are both exterior and interior drawings. You can take them back and discuss with Teacher Snape."
Harry flipped through the photos and then put them away. After slowly drinking the paste, he drank a glass of water and swallowed the pill for the second time.
Seeing that there was only half a bottle of medicine left, Charles sat by the bed and waited for the medicine to run out before he sent Harry back.
Harry lay for a while and watched the medicine drip down slowly. It was so slow that it made him anxious. His throat itched, so he sat up again.
Charles looked up and said, "What's wrong? Do you need to go to the toilet? "
Harry shook his head and hesitated before he slowly said, "Do you know the red-haired girl?"
"Red-haired girl?" Charles rubbed his chin, unsure of what Harry was talking about. It was only when the boy added "Sleeping Beauty" that he realized, "Ah, you mean that little girl! What's wrong? Did you see her this afternoon? "
Harry nodded. Charles saw that he looked quite worried and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you worried about her condition, or...?"
Nodding and shaking his head, Harry pursed his lips. After his throat felt better, he slowly said, "I want to know more about her, such as... where she's from."
This request was indeed unexpected to Charles. Like Mccoy, he thought that Harry had fallen in love with Sleeping Beauty at first sight. However, the boy's expression was quite serious, so the principal couldn't help but say seriously, "I don't know more about Sleeping Beauty than anyone else. Her name, place of origin, experience... I don't know anything. I only know that she was found by the head of the town's orphanage, Mr. Sven, and then sent to the hospital. If you are curious about her, maybe you can ask Mr. Sven after you recover."
Harry bit his pacifier as he listened. In his mind, he put forward the plan of visiting the orphanage and then said in a hoarse voice, "Ginny."
"What?"
"That girl, her name is Ginny."
Charles was stunned, "How do you know?" Then he frowned, "Do you know her?"
Harry didn't answer. He just raised his left hand, indicating that the infusion was finished. Charles went out and called the nurse to pull out the needle for Harry. During the process, he looked at Harry suspiciously.
However, Harry was very calm, so calm that Charles didn't ask again. He just calmly sent the boy and the big dog back to Snape's house and told them that there would be more infusions tomorrow. Snape politely expressed his gratitude to him. When he left Snape's house, Charles found that even the dog named Remus Lupin had a serious face.
Full of doubts, Charles drove back to his manor-style house. Erik was sitting in the living room, waiting for him with a face full of displeasure and setting up a chessboard.
"What's wrong, my?
old
Friend? "Charles walked over and sat down opposite Erik, taking the white chess piece.
Erik said in a low voice, "Pietro wasn't home all day today. Walter also sneaked out in the afternoon. Scott left after dinner. I don't know where he got that motorcycle from."
Hearing the resentment in his old friend's voice, Charles laughed, "Isn't Jean still at home? And David, too."
"Jean isn't here. She's at Li Qianhuan's house this weekend, sorting out the school newspaper. As for David... Charles, you know, it doesn't make a difference whether he's at home or not. "
Thinking of his little autistic son, Charles also felt helpless. The two men sighed at each other. It wasn't easy to raise a child, and it was even more difficult to raise a bunch of adolescent children.
Erik, on the other hand, was in a better mood after complaining. He comforted Charles, "Forget it. At least compared to the Wayne family, our children are quite obedient." It was just that their taste in choosing a spouse was too strange.
That's right. Wayne's adopted children were rebellious and ran away from home during puberty. That made Wayne, the Bruce's most eligible bachelor, so anxious that he was in a terrible fix every day.
"Let's not talk about this." Charles changed the topic and told Erik about what happened at Snape's house today. Erik finally knew what Charles was busy with today. He was a little upset. Why did Charles have to send warmth to every student as the principal? But Old Wan was in no position to stop Charles from doing what he had decided to do. He just snorted.
"Erik, actually, that's not what I want to talk about..." Charles saw through Erik's thoughts, but he didn't point it out. He only said slowly, "Do you still remember Severus Snape?"
Erik tried to recall. He still had some impression of his old colleague who was antisocial, cold and boring. He asked, "What about him? I only remember that he got into a car accident a few days ago and broke two legs. You were the one who sent him to the hospital. "
Charles frowned and looked up. "Do you still remember his accent?"
"Accent..." Erik tried hard to recall. He hesitated and said, "Did he have an accent?" He only remembered that Snape always spoke very badly.
"Yes," Charles said seriously. "It's a very pure London accent."
"Ah, yes..." Erik remembered. "How..."
"But he's an American." Charles looked solemn. "I've checked his information. He was born and raised in Greentown, and so were his parents. He has no personal experience of studying in the UK or living in the UK for a long time, but he can speak a pure London accent."
Charles looked up and paused for a moment. He whispered, "His adopted son Harry Potter is also a London accent."
Eric was horrified. "Could it be … that he's a fake Severus Snape?" Instantly, the scene of a substitute killing someone played out in his mind.
Charles chuckled, but there was no relief in his eyes. "What surprises me the most is... Erik, I have a list here: Ron Weisles, Hermione Granger, Drac Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Judy Patrick and Fran Patrick, Percy Weisles... They all speak fluent British English."
Erik frowned. "And they have never been abroad?"
Charles nodded first, then shook his head and chuckled. "In fact, Percy Weisles left Greentown today. If the information is correct, he should be staying somewhere in London now."
All kinds of conspiracy theories swirled in Erik's mind. "I don't know the students you mentioned, but I have some impression of them. Do they always get together?"
"Not just get together... Erik, they always get together with Scott and Jean." Charles smiled bitterly at Erik's shock. "Otherwise, why do you think I suddenly found out about this?"
In fact, Charles decided to confront these abnormalities because he found that Harry played a subtle role in the relationship between Scott and Logan, but it was not appropriate to tell Erik, who was on the verge of anger.
Erik pushed the chessboard away, stood up, and strode around the living room. After a long time, he returned to Charles and said with a frown, "No, Charles, arrange it on Monday. I want to give these students a good 'psychological counseling'."
"... Sit down first." Charles panicked when he saw Erik gnashing his teeth. After the latter sat down unhappily, he continued, "Psychological counseling is not urgent. My current idea is... Do you still remember that these days, people keep calling me 'Professor'?"
Erik raised his eyebrows to show that he remembered, and then his expression turned serious. "I remember that the first person called was..."
"Hank." Charles nodded. "And..."
"And he called you in the middle of the night, when we were..." Erik began to gnash his teeth again.
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