HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

The mandrake roots in excellent condition were placed on the girl's desk. She just looked at them without making any unnecessary movements.

Dad knew that he had this thing, and he took him to the store to find it during the summer vacation.

Licolis is now curious, will he ask for this raw material to make a potion for Mrs. Loris, or will he...

Is he waiting for him to take action?

Wait for him to actively contribute, or directly take out the potion to restore petrification.

Licoris didn't want to test humanity.

Three days have passed and the time is almost up.

Licoris put the mandrake root into her waist bag and tightened the strap. He adjusted his plain robe to cover it and walked to the cellar.

"Dad, why didn't you ask me for it?" Licoris dragged the armchair and sat in front of her father's desk, folded her arms on the back of the chair, and rested her chin on her arms, "You know what I'm talking about, Right?"

Snape certainly knew what she was talking about.

Who doesn’t know that Mrs. Norris’s petrification was such an influential thing?

After class these days, students are everywhere talking about this.

And I was also at the scene at that time.

Snape inserted his quill into the ink and looked up at his goddaughter.

"You can ask me for it." The girl looked at herself, as if she was talking about unimportant things.

Snape said, "Professor Sprout's mandrakes will be ripe soon."

Because Professor Sprout's mandrake matures quickly, why don't you ask for it yourself?

"But Mr. Filch is very sad," Lycoris said.

More than sad, he was in pain.

Filch now often appears and paces back and forth where Mrs. Norris was killed, as if he can catch Mrs. Norris's murderer.

He had more reasons to arrest and imprison people than usual. Licoris also met him a few times, and her red eyes proved that he hadn't slept for a long time.

Snape was silent, not knowing how to explain it.

If the first person to be harmed is a cat, you can indeed continue to pretend that nothing happened until the culprit is caught.

Mrs. Norris was Filch's life, but she was really just a cat. Next, just catch the murderer before he hurts the students.

Seeing that her father didn't speak, Licoris nodded clearly, "I seem to understand - Dad, is this your idea or yours?"

Both knew that "you" meant Headmaster Dumbledore, but Snape remained silent.

Was it your idea?

As long as it's not the savior who's being hurt.

Does it matter if you harm animals or other people without causing death?

Lycoris thought darkly, if Dumbledore didn't know everything, why wasn't he anxious? On the contrary, if Dumbledore knew...

He knows everything that happens at Hogwarts, so will the direction of things be under his control? Or...it was directly guided by him.

The girl knew that she should not think too badly of a person, but she had no trust in Dumbledore. There was no way to give him her trust. She even recognized her godfather as acquiescence after weighing the pros and cons.

I kind of want Mr. Potter to be petrified.

Licoris suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled, wondering if they would still be so calm.

But she won't do that.

Be an enemy of the Savior and do nothing that is not beneficial.

"Dad, please help me make a healing potion." Licoris took out the mandrake root from her pocket and placed it on her father's desk.

Snape stood up and took it to the side to make a potion.

He didn't even ask whether it was for Madam Norris to use, or whether it was reserved for Madam Pomfrey to save people in the future.

Licolis turned around and looked at her father making medicine.

Snape was indeed a master of potions, and the potion was quickly completed, and the potion of excellent quality was placed in front of Lycoris.

Fill several potion bottles in appropriate amounts, and the color is quite nice.

"I'm going to save Mrs. Loris." Licoris stood up and picked up all the potion bottles.

Snape looked at her and the girl smiled to herself.

"Dad, you don't have to look at me like this, although it doesn't suit my selfish personality. But..." Licoris breathed a sigh of relief, "This kitten cares. It cares whether it is petrified or not. Some people also care whether it’s petrified or not.”

Snape did not ask her why it took her three days to think of making the potion.

Just watching her leaving back.

Of course Lycoris has her reasons, and I want your favor, Mr. Filch.

Only the charcoal fire in the snow has value.

Without despair, how do you know how important the people who give you hope and salvation are?

Of course, it can’t be too long, otherwise there will be nothing left if you freeze to death.

In Filch's office, it was no different from the last time he left.

"Mr. Filch," Lycoris called him.

"What are you here for? Are you here to see my jokes?" Filch sarcastically said to the girl in a bad tone, "You are just like them, you are here to see my jokes."

Licoris took a step forward, looked at his bloodshot eyes and said, "I'm different from them. I'm here to help you."

The girl took out a bottle of magic potion in front of him and lowered her head sadly, "I have been very sad about Mrs. Loris for the past three days. It was not until today that I successfully made a potion to remove petrification."

"Give it to me! Give it to me quickly!" Filch's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He stood up quickly, his movements were too large, and he didn't even frown when he bumped into the table.

The man crawled up to the girl and said, "Give me the potion."

"Here it is, I just sent it here, so you don't have to be in such a hurry." Lycoris tried to persuade her, but Filch didn't listen at all.

The petrified cat was poured into the potion, and its stiff body gradually softened.

"Meow~~" Mrs. Loris nuzzled her master coquettishly, her big yellow eyes shining brightly.

"Mrs. Norris, my Mrs. Norris!" Filch hugged the lost kitten tightly. Mrs. Norris was uncomfortable and did not struggle.

She stuck out her burr tongue and licked the man's tears.

"With all due respect, Mr. Filch." Lycoris had to interrupt this touching reunion.

"Say." Filch's trust in the girl now reached its peak, and he walked to the girl with Mrs. Norris in his arms.

"No! Come and sit here. Sit here and talk." Filch stepped back halfway and picked up the chair with one hand.

"You need to hide Mrs. Norris. After all, if the murderer hurts her once, there will be a second time." The girl's voice was cold, "The first time she was petrified, but the second time she might actually die."

Filch's face turned pale. He knew that the girl was right.

"Mrs. Norris, from today on, don't leave the bedroom door. I will take you back later." Filch said to himself, "Hide, yes, hide..."