[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

The proprietress returned after walking away from the table, this time with a plate in her hand.

Except for Harry and Draco who were stiff and sweaty while holding the fork, no one paid attention to the two normal-looking black-haired men.During this short period of time, the bodies of the two young wizards were all huddled, their internal organs twisted and twisted in their stomachs. In order not to attract attention, they tried their best to maintain a decent appearance.To do this, they had to force themselves to straighten their backs, make irregular scraping sounds with their knives on the plate, chew their food and swallow it against the feeling of gas.There were not many dishes left on the plate, so they had to slowly calm their emotions with the remaining half bottle of red wine.

The situation is critical.Especially after some guests left, the space between the two tables became much empty.If the Dark Lord had turned his head, he would probably have recognized both of them at a glance - Harry was sure Tom would never care whether it was a Muggle village or the Ministry of Magic, and would just throw two Avada Kedavra curses at once - He found that this time, facing the delicious food, wine and leisure crowd, he was even more nervous and at a loss than when he went to die in the Forbidden Forest alone.

Fortunately, those two people did not seem to see them.As soon as the appetizers were served, Tom grabbed Severus' wrist, regardless of whether anyone was paying attention, and uttered an indistinct voice like moaning.

"Well, Sev..."

"Let go, you idiot." The Potions Master broke free from him, and picked up his knife and fork gracefully.

"You can go shopping, but remember what you owe me on Valentine's Day."

"Humph."

Severus refused to respond further to this stupid request.Tom shook his body slightly, the fork in his hand was holding food, and he waved towards the eyes of the man opposite him in an unmannered manner.The Dark Lord's low voice, which seemed to carry a hint of ridicule, flitted through the air.

Still no one noticed them, but Tom making that sound to someone was enough to make Harry's hairs stand on end.He lowered his head and held back for a long time, he couldn't bear it any longer, turned sideways, tried his best to hide himself in the shadow of the light, and secretly glanced at the table.Severus was talking to the landlady, and Tom leaned back in his chair, watching their conversation with interest.Perhaps because of the language barrier, the Potions Professor held the wine bottle and gestured, and it took a lot of effort for the proprietress to understand what he meant.Later, the proprietress brought a transparent glass bottle with a long neck and a big belly, which stood tall on the table.

The bottle was filled to the brim with both glasses, and Tom held it up to him, sniffing with satisfaction.

"Well."

The two young wizards, who had never seen the Dark Lord's relaxed posture, had to suppress the fluctuations in their hearts, so as not to scream out in shock and expose their targets.But then the Potions Master raised his cup and looked at it with the eyes of a potion brewer.

"Very well, I think the degree is high enough."

He drank the glass, and Tom immediately drank his share, not to be outdone, and took up his knife and fork to attack the food on the plate.But the Potions Master didn't seem too happy about it.

"Well...don't be too busy, don't eat and drink like those Gryffindors who make trouble all day long." The thin man filled the wine glasses for the two of them again.Severus turned slightly to face the Dark Lord sideways.Harry almost shuddered. After a long period of confinement, it should be said that he was deeply impressed by the beautiful profile of the potions professor.But more importantly, despite the limited light in the open-air dining room, he still believed that he saw Severus cast an inexplicable look at Tom.

"Okay... my dear little..."

The Dark Lord put down his knife and fork, and the double agent drank frantically glass after glass of spirits, without even thinking about any food.Soon, the glass bottle was more than half empty, and Harry and Draco had to stay in their seats and continue to tremble.

"I didn't expect you to drink really badly." Severus raised his eyebrows playfully, accusing him, "You're already blushing."

"Who said that? I didn't!" Tom protested loudly, pouring himself a fuller glass, and downed it. "I'll be better than you!"

"I don't have any hangover medicine."

"I can... I don't need... I'm very powerful... Sif... You haven't recovered yet, don't drink too much, the rest is mine."

"No, Lord...that's not going to work. I've had a hard time coming here..." Severus scolded softly, reaching for another drink.

"obedient."

Tom's voice was already a little slurred, but he still grabbed Severus' hand and knocked down the wine glass in the other's hand on the table, not allowing him to drink any more.At this moment, Harry, who was busy twitching, suddenly felt his foot being stepped on again, and turned his head hastily.

"Cave." Draco motioned to him.

"The cave?"

"They live in caves." Draco pointed to his left arm, "You can't see it, but I can see it because of something on my arm."

In the presence of everyone in the Muggle village, it was inconvenient for the little platinum nobleman to say the inexplicable word "Dark Mark".But Harry understood what he meant, and it seemed that all the reasoning was obvious-the shielding magic was associated with the Death Eater's mark, and only those who were marked could see what was inside, but also No way in; both the Dark Lord and Severus must have been badly wounded on the day of the final battle at Hogwarts, so they needed Rivedale's help; there's no doubt about Riverdale's powerful healing powers , Tom's regrown hair and nose are proof that Harry had suspected that he was wrong; in the end, Tom was still alive, although Harry didn't know why, and he clearly smashed the Dark Lord.But Harry knew that all the former Death Eaters, including Draco and his father, had not lost the Dark Mark on their arms after the war.It was previously thought that after the death of the Dark Lord, that mark was nothing more than a simple black tattoo, but now this matter requires another explanation.

There was no doubt that there was no need for them to visit the owner of the cave any more.

"boom!"

The empty wine bottle rolled to the ground with a "gululu" and smashed crisply.All the guests were startled, and they all looked in that direction, only to see Tom stretched his arms limply like a fish whose spine had been removed, and lay his head on the table or a plate.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am," Severus stood up, leaned over, and struggled to get the crushed plate of food and the cork of the wine bottle from under the soup-stained Tom's arms, and ran to The proprietress who came over apologized, "He drank too much."

But the two young wizards noticed that when the potions professor stood up, those familiar black eyes glanced in this direction intentionally or unintentionally.And his obviously wet clothes showed that he probably wasted a lot of wine just now.

"This...professor..." Realizing that he shouldn't have said this title, Harry hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Shut up and get out of here." Draco pushed Harry hard and shouted in a low voice, "This situation is not something we can handle."