[HP] Secret help

Ranger, I need you to come over to my house right away, so that Weasley can tell those idiots in the Auror Division that Potter found it. "

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Harry was decided to stay in Spider's End for the time being.

"St. Mungo's might be a better choice, but it's not appropriate for the Savior to show up there covered in bruises, even if it's because of a manhunt." Snape said calmly, "Perhaps you two think you'll do something different than me." Something more conducive to Potter's recovery?"

Ron wanted to say something more, but Hermione held him down by the collar: "We have no objection, Professor, everything is up to you. By the way, Ron has already greeted Auror Division, Harry's treatment-related expenses out of them."

Snape curled his lips noncommittally.

The tip of his staff touched Harry a few times, showing several blue or red lights. Snape explained: "Malnutrition, coma caused by exhaustion, many traumas but not fatal, most importantly Surprisingly, they don't look like wounds from spells or fights."

"In other words, even if you send it to St. Mungo's, he won't be given any better nutritional potion than mine." Snape put away his wand and shrugged his shoulders, "Or let me make it clearer. , a false alarm, I am more inclined to think that Potter lost himself."

Hermione asked, "When do you think Harry will wake up?"

Snape replied: "I'm just a pharmacist, Miss Granger, and I can't accurately time the treatment to the second. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, depending on Potter's physical condition."

"Is he in poor health?" Ron asked with some concern.

"Still not listening well, Weasley?" Snape glanced at him and said coolly, "I suggest you go home and wait. Owls are not slow to fly."

However, they still waited at Snape's house until more than two o'clock at night. It was not until Snape folded his arms and refused the coffee again that Hermione and Ron yawned and left Spider's End.

The last time his house had a permanent guest was several years ago during the war. Wormtail was forced by the Dark Lord. He couldn't expect Snape to tidy up a guest room for him, so Harry was placed in Snape's house. On his own bed, covered with a quilt that had been pressed against his skin, he tilted his head and sank into his soft velvet pillow, his long and slightly curled eyelashes fluttered from time to time because of the master's nightmare, like a child waiting to be kissed awake by a prince sleeping Beauty.

Snape let go of his palm, only to realize that until just now, he had been clenching his fist tightly, and there were even four crescent-shaped red marks on his palm. He stretched out his hand and hovered over Harry's messy forehead hair for a while. , and finally came down to help him tuck the quilt that tucked his shoulders, and then murmured: "You brat who likes to make trouble."

Harry didn't respond, but the rolling eyeballs behind his eyelids stopped, as if the nightmare had left, and he fell into a deep sleep. Snape looked at him for a while, then turned and went out, brewing the potion for him in the next stage .

It's not just one person who feels inauthentic.

Harry woke up faintly on the third morning, and it only took half a second for his eyes to turn from the strange ceiling to Snape next to him.

Ron and Hermione walked for several hours, and Snape was sitting on the sofa next to the bed and resting his forehead, as if he felt something in the dark, he opened his eyes and saw Harry looking at him.

"Hi."

Harry said.

"Am I in a dream?"

His head was slumped in the pillow, his emerald green eyes were slightly closed, Snape thought, probably the combined reaction of short-sightedness and just waking up made his expression look lazy and hazy, like a boy on one side Looking at him from behind the water-soaked glass, blurred and tangible.

Who could resist the gaze of a big boy like that?

Snape obviously couldn't do it, he stood up on the armrest, went to the bed and lightly touched the curly bangs on Harry's forehead, the thin strands of hair separated Snape's palm from Harry's hot forehead, he Conclusion: "You have a fever."

"Oh... really." Harry raised his face slightly, rubbing Snape's palm obediently like a milk cat, "No wonder I was lying in cotton and dreaming of you. "

As he said that, Harry "giggled" and laughed: "That's great."

Snape didn't speak, the boy's breathing gradually became heavy, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Potter's condition is gradually stabilizing." Snape explained, "It's normal for him to be awake for hours or even a few minutes. His body is not strong enough to support him to maintain consciousness for a long time."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine."

Snape: "His body has resumed repair work, accompanied by fever and slight convulsions. If there is no accident, he will be able to get up within three days."

"Three days! It takes three more days!" Ron exclaimed, "Harry has been asleep for three days, what happened to him?"

Snape snorted coldly: "If I were the headmaster when the war ended, Weasley, you would definitely still be sitting in the Hogwarts class now, learning how to listen to the professor."

Hermione skillfully waved her wand and sealed Ron's throat: "Then can we stay for two days, Professor?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, making a "what the fuck are you talking about" expression at the same time as Ron, who clearly mouthed "you're crazy".

"Harry will be awake intermittently these days, right, it's too troublesome for us to run around." Hermione calmly analyzed.

Snape said nothing, and Ron shook his head into a flower behind her.

"Or... connect our family to the Floo network here?" Hermione suggested.

Snape let go: "Okay."

"Yes." Hermione shook her fist secretly.

It took a long time for Snape to realize that maybe Hermione just wanted to connect to the Floo network instead of actually staying there. She just made a more excessive wish first, and then took a step back naturally, as if eating Unfortunately, in fact, he achieved his goal and saved the steps of persuading Snape, which is not unwise.

She should have gone to Ravenclaw, Snape had to admit.

Suddenly, there was a hoarse scream from the master bedroom. Snape reacted first, turned around and stepped into the bedroom. There was no one else in the bedroom. A sweaty Harry Potter lay on the big bed.

The quilt was partly pulled away from the boy's body, revealing a scarred chest. He was frowning tightly, with blue veins on his neck, and was still screaming in pain.

Snape sat on the edge of the bed and probed his forehead, still hot, he turned to the two and said, "I'm not awake, I'm just dreaming."

Hermione came closer and touched the wound on Harry's chest with her hand: "God... how did you do this..."

"Most of them are scrapes." Snape curled his lips, "It's just a little bluffing, thank God it's scabbed over, don't waste my time, in fact, the real trouble is on his legs, his thighs If you get pierced by something, it will take a while to recover."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione's eyes turned red, and she buried her face in Ron's arms. The latter patted her on the shoulder, pointed to Harry on the bed, and said, "Is there any way to make Harry stop?" ...Don't be so painful?"

"Actually, Potter doesn't hurt." Snape used the tip of his wand to draw something shiny from Harry's body. He stared at the wisps of things for a while, put away his wand and said seriously, "Life and death water .”

Ron frowned: "What?"

Hermione looked up from Ron's arms.

"Potter had been taking the Death Water for a long time, and he was addicted," Snape said.

"Damn it I told him." Hermione held her forehead.

"Feel sorry?"

"Life and death water, I told him not to use too much." Hermione paced back and forth in the cramped room, "a few years ago, just after the war, he told me he couldn't sleep well, then Most people don’t sleep well at times, that’s normal! He wasn’t in it, it was terrible, I told him he could take a tenth of his normal amount, and later he thanked me and said he was fine.”

"Obviously not," Snape said dryly.

"He's been lying to me." Hermione raked her hair back and rubbed her face over and over again. "I don't think he's getting better at all."

Snape frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart: "You just used two words with opposite meanings, Granger."

"At that time, I suspected that Harry was suffering from PTSD. St. Mungo couldn't detect this disease. The wizarding world has always done little research on human psychology."

Ron frowned on one side: "P what?"

Hermione glanced at Ron quickly, and then turned her gaze to Snape's face: "PTSD, professor, traumatic stress syndrome, I think you should have heard of it."

Snape affirmed: "So Potter was discharged from the hospital very quickly at that time, and you took him out."

"Yes, I took him to a Muggle doctor. It just so happened that my parents had some connections, and they confirmed what I thought. Harry suffered from mild PTSD."

Hermione said quickly: "They prescribed some medicine for Harry, and told him to get in touch with friends more, put down work and go out to relax and so on."

"But at that time, the wizarding world was rebuilt, there was no good place to go, Hogwarts was closed, everything was messed up, plus those annoying reporters."

Snape: "So?"

"So he had to come to St. Mungo's more often to see his friends, and you, gradually Harry told me that he was fine, and I called his primary doctor, and he also said that Harry was fine, it was only mild PTS