[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

"Professor..." The boy pushed open the door, and the slightly hoarse and clear voice sounded in the room again.

"I'm no longer your professor, please pay attention to the address, Mr. Potter." The black-haired man on the bed raised his eyes, glanced at the guest, then lowered his head again, as if the intrusion was just a wave Dust, "For this matter, I don't think I need to remind you every day."

"Yes...Snape...sir."

The green-eyed boy looked at the man leaning on the head of the bed, holding a book - no different from what he remembered back then - Severus was always so focused on reading that he didn't pay attention to Harry.His face was still thin and pale, and his hair still hung tightly to the sides of his forehead like a curtain.However, since waking up this time, his condition seems to have improved, at least now he can start to eat, his cheeks are not completely and deeply sunken like when he was in a coma before, but slowly appear to be plump sign.

Poor junior Auror Harry Potter, who often skipped work because of it, was justifiably elated by the change.There have been moments recently where he's even optimistic that the healers at St. Mungo's will be misjudged too, and that Severus will soon be fully recovered and return to teaching at Hogwarts, to go to something else. A local job would at least alleviate some of his self-blame; sometimes he would rethink the therapists' conclusions and condemn them with concern to himself.But anyway, Harry started showing up in that secret ward more often.

The news that the Potion Master was awake had already reached the ears of all the insiders. In fact, they all came here to visit him.Overall, Severus was normal, he still knew each of them and spoke to them in his usual way.After severe war injuries and prolonged coma, he seems to have not fully recovered his consciousness, or temporarily forgot some insignificant things, and certain memories are fragmented, for them, these are forgivable.The Potions Master was unwilling to talk about his undercover exploits during the war, and they soon discovered that Severus was still eager to return to the refining room, but his current physical condition completely dispelled this possibility. made him quite unhappy.However, Severus didn't seem surprised at all about the pregnancy, which made the members of the Order of the Phoenix a little surprised, but it was inconvenient to ask more questions at this time.

The patient still needed quiet rest - St. Mungo's therapists prevented more frequent visits, and even when Severus woke up, they still stubbornly repeated their previous conclusions.But the opinions of the therapists have never been that important to the savior, Mr. Potter.The famous green-eyed boy insisted on his daily habit of visiting this ward. For this reason, he even violated the regulations and used the fireplace in the corridor on the top floor of the hospital without authorization, and then obtained the right to use it through a nonsense dispute.

Although he has to face a baptism of venom every time he enters the ward, Harry knows very well that the former professor's attitude towards him has eased compared with before, although he still ignores himself more often-this means that the two Between people, the invisible wall that has been formed for a long time shows signs of being slowly dismantled.So he let go of his courage and sat down directly in front of the other party's bed, leaning his body against the edge of the bed, and stretched his head to read the book in the other party's hand.

A potions tome, Harry was ashamed of it - to this day, he saw that difficult potions books still had no interest, and he never expected to waste his time taking any apothecary qualification exams higher than NEWTs , that exam had cost him countless brain cells.In fact, it was a miracle that he could make Polyjuice Potions on his own now, and that was enough - that's how Harry usually judged his battered Potions level.But he still pretended to be very interested, blinked his eyes, and moved his body inward again, trying to see what was written in the book.

Maybe, just for this reason, let's spend more time with the person in front of me.Perhaps, he had no idea when they would part again.

Harry was trying to suppress all kinds of thoughts that surged up in his mind, before he finished a line, a deep voice exploded above his head: "Should I imagine that the great Mr. Savior thinks that his potion level is already To take the work of Laurie De Quincey and use it to develop a new hypnotic potion that will make everyone fall asleep at the sight of a book?"

Laurie De Quincey, who is that?Is it British or foreign, or some unknown ancient master of potions?Harry racked his brains, but he didn't seem to have heard the name before.He opened his mouth awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment, but found that he had finally succeeded in attracting the Potions Master's attention to himself.

Severus let go of the book, his black eyes squinting at the boy from above.However, Harry's heart suddenly beat violently, and he found that those eyes were not the indifference, resistance and emptiness that he was used to in the past, on the contrary, there was actually a bit of interest in them.

Harry shrugged.

"It's like a Slytherin reaction." Severus keenly noticed this little gesture, and commented, "Then I hope your potion level has indeed improved. But in my opinion, most potions Masters all come from aristocratic families, and this profession needs nurturing, so it's a pity, I'm afraid your family is not enough for me to have such an idea."

"Oh, no, Professor, not at all. My mother is still quite..."

Harry hastily denied it, and then quickly pinched his mouth with his fingers.

He held his breath, bracing himself for the biggest storm yet.Obviously, he shouldn't have mentioned his mother in front of Severus.

"Your mother?" Severus flatly turned his gaze to the ceiling, thinking for a moment, "Oh, sorry, I don't think I know your mother."

"Are... are you sure you're not joking?" Harry felt his heart about to burst out of his mouth.

"Unless, of course, you're willing to name her. Even then, I'm not much interested in other people's genealogies."

Severus answered the question impatiently, turning his attention back to the book.

It didn't look like he was lying or joking at all...Harry nearly fell off his chair.