[HP] Shh, it's a secret

"So - you stuffed most of the bezoar down my throat?" Snape half-closed his eyes, he was still sitting in the chair Draco conjured up, his face was much better but he was still terribly weak .It was already the next morning.

"Yes, crushed into powder." Draco said, while still using a sterilized silver knife to remove the festering flesh from Snape's wound.

"Then should I praise you for being brave or say you have no brains?"

"At least you're still alive." Draco stopped the knife in his hand and glanced at Snape. "Actually, I should send you to the medical wing. Do I need to fetch Madam Pomfrey?"

"Thanks no, she can't help me, that's fine. Hiss—" Snape frowned fiercely, the small portion of rotten flesh that had just been removed was almost touching the bone.

"It hurts?" Draco raised his head.

"It's not unbearable yet," Snape said, motioning for him to continue.It's just that when Draco was about to bow his head, he suddenly raised his left hand and seemed a little absent-minded.

"There—" he said.

"What, where?" Draco turned his head in surprise, but there was nothing.

"The face," said Snape, pointing hard at Draco's chin, "has stubble."

"Hu—" Draco's eyes widened, and he immediately reached out to touch his chin.The corners of Snape's mouth curled up unconsciously, obviously amused by Draco's unabashed reaction.

"I almost forgot I was an adult," he sighed.

"It's not a child for a long time." Draco touched his rough chin due to the stubble, and smiled self-deprecatingly.For a while, neither of them spoke again, and the whole room fell silent, except for the movement of the blade cutting into the carrion and the sound of their breathing.

How amazing, Draco thought, that two people who were so at odds with each other before today are getting along so well at this moment, not a professor and a student, nor a godfather and a godson, but two adults who are completely equal people.

It seems that something is quietly changing——

A feeling suddenly appeared in his mind—yes, that's right, this is what he wanted, to be treated by the man in front of him as an adult, not a godson or even a student, they are equal, yes.There was a smile on Draco's face that he didn't even notice, it was very faint and real.

Snape saw it.

The last time I saw him with such an expression seemed to be three years ago when his father Lucius was the aloof Lucius.When Malfoy.Also in this office, they were discussing how much sneezeweed to put in the mitigant.Snape couldn't remember the exact process, only the child's smile was still imprinted in his mind when the pot of purest palliative was boiled out, it was exactly the same as before, completely from the heart, very light But true.

By this time all the dead flesh had been removed, and Draco began to sprinkle Snape's wound with a healing powder.

"Okay, bring me the bandages, and I'll do the rest." Snape came back to his senses, and reached for the bandages on the floor, "Go and tidy yourself up."

But Draco couldn't let him do so, and he took the roll of bandages in his hands first.

"Are you doing it yourself? When you're gasping for three breaths to raise your hand?" Draco smiled viciously. "Mr. Do your best, you told me. And I don't think I'm too bad to be The point of meeting people."

"It's really not enough to see people—" Snape gave up his efforts and leaned back on the chair back, "It's just Draco, I'm curious, didn't Lucius emphasize to you that an 'excellent'" Leitlin' won't allow that at any moment - slovenly."

"Not allowed?" Draco raised his head, then lowered his head again and began to bandage seriously, "There is nothing that is not allowed, what is more important than life? I have worse times, Dad, he - the same, You haven't seen it."

Snape's eyes darkened, in fact he wanted to say that he had seen, dilapidated manors, shabby cemeteries and weeping youths...but in the end he said nothing, only after the wounds were fully healed ——

"thanks……"

and also--

"Feel sorry."

Draco paused for the barely audible "sorry," before standing up nonchalantly. "Then sir—" He opened his mouth, "What kind of poison are you suffering from? The poison has not been completely removed but has been temporarily suppressed. I think you know better than me that it is only possible to prepare an antidote if you know the exact ingredients of the poison. "

"You're right," Snape said.

"Now, I am the only one in this room who still has the ability to prepare the antidote." Draco narrowed his eyes, "Do you agree with that?"

"I don't think I can deny it," Snape said.

Draco nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, then please tell me the truth, what kind of poison is it?"

Snape raised his head for the first time, he opened his mouth and smiled wryly, unknowingly the young man had grown to a height that he needed to look up to.

"gentlemen!"

"In the dark compartment under the compartment arrangement table," said Snape, "relight the fire in the cauldron, which contains the stable solution of the antidote."

Without saying a word, Draco took a fang from the hidden compartment, some kind of viper's, but it was astonishingly large like a standard dagger.He couldn't imagine that there would be such a...

and many more.

"Could it be..." He opened his eyes wide and turned to Snape, who nodded and said, "Basilisk."

"It turned out to be true!" Draco turned up the volume all of a sudden, "Potter really killed Slytherin's pet? How dare he? Who gave him the right?!... So... is it also him?" Hurt you? Don't tell me that you accidentally scratched yourself, someone saw you leaving the castle, and I just took out this fang."

"Don't freak out and don't blame Draco, you're an adult," Snape said calmly.

"Well, I just..." Draco calmed down, looking into Snape's eyes, "it hurt you - was it Potter?"

"No." Snape looked back at him.

Despite knowing that the other party was a master of deception and disguise, Draco decided to believe it.He drew out his wand and began to carefully analyze the remaining venom in the fang in his hand.Afterwards, he used a Levitation Charm to move Snape and the chair to the side of the configuration table. There was no mistake, he needed guidance.

The next scene is familiar but also unfamiliar——

"Stir it and add some liquid grass juice, the concentration of the stable liquid is maintained at 65%..."

"Two ounces?"

"Yes, two ounces of rue, no more and no less...and clockwise..."

"Warm?"

"That's right... what did you just pour in?"

"..."

"Don't think I don't know if you don't talk, the scarab powder is damn, are you trying to murder my taste buds?"

"...(silent grin)"

This is often the case in reality. The less you want to be disturbed, the more unexpected guests will appear. This is the same reason that TV dramas always insert commercials at the most exciting time.So, while Snape and Draco were silently confronting each other over some kind of insect powder, the fireplace lit up and someone stepped out of the green flame—

"It's great that both of you are here, I didn't disturb anything, did I?"