[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

They did not go any further.

By the time Severus clearly realized it, he'd spent at least the third night in that man's arms.

Several days passed, and he was still lying on the spot without moving at all. The leaves behind his back were pressed tightly by his body weight, and there was an obvious space around him because of the person sleeping there.He believed that the man was here to allow him to receive the healing properties of those plants.

Those plants were very effective - after Severus rested for a few days, his energy had slowly returned to him, his atrophied muscles were beginning to strengthen, his internal organs damaged by snake venom were trying to work again, and he even had the ability to think .

If so, the plants around him could only be - Riverdale.

A plant that exists almost exclusively in legends.According to ancient books, the flower of this plant has six golden petals, which are very similar to lilies, and there are seven white stamens in it, but its pollen is special black, the rhizome is low, and the leaves are very wide. So it is impossible to confuse it with a common lily.

Found only in certain magically protected alpine caves, this plant has mystical detoxifying and healing properties and is said to heal any injury and even bring the dead back to life.But it is also one of the most rare potion ingredients in the world, because Riverdale will wither and lose its efficacy as soon as it leaves the cave where it grew.

Even as one of Britain's top potions masters, Severus had never seen such a plant, including pressed specimens.

The important thing is that Riverdale has not been produced in England since ancient times.

Severus's attempt to view this magical plant failed again, his heart beat gradually stronger, and the strong pounding of new blood made him too tired to move.Rivedale—Although it is a legendary fairy herb, the master of potions rightly believes that no cure is free, and this kind of regenerative cure often means an unexpected cost.He was sure that after being attacked by Nagini, he could think he had no reason to be alive.

It's like he has no memory of Lily anymore.

The only thing he said in the past few days was probably "Lily" - he didn't know why he kept thinking of "Lily", it was obviously Riverdale.As one of the few people who successfully obtained the potion master qualification before the age of 30, his ability to distinguish herbs should not be so low.

Moreover, this place seems to have a special sensitivity to the word "lily". Perhaps those mysterious plants also hate this wrong name.

Every time he mentioned the lily, there would be a flash of light, and he would be in a state of confusion for several minutes.Then...he couldn't remember what he wanted to say just now.

Through the change of light, you can roughly distinguish between day and night.

Every quiet night, he spent in that person's arms, and that person often lay there during the day, leaving only a few times.However, since the birth of Riverdale, the consumption of potions through tongue kisses stopped immediately.The man who was still half asleep didn't count how many days he had passed, but was surprised to find that he was beginning to miss that feeling.

Whether he was traveling or here, he could sometimes smell the potion brewing not far away.

Severus couldn't tell the difference between different types of potions, it was a distant feeling.

This breath was enough to excite him but was limited by his pathetic body.It is very quiet here, no one else seems to come here, and it is also very cold here.Naked men usually have the urge to tremble when they are barely conscious, but the man stopped applying the Warming Charm, perhaps to avoid hindering the healing.

The man left him again, and his footsteps made a sound in the bushes. What was he doing?

The cold alpine wind poured into the skin again.Severus felt the strength to open his eyes.

"woke up?"

The black eyes that had just been opened reflected a ray of sunlight from a high place.This was a tall cave, and the white beams pouring down from the entrance just outlined the beautiful silhouette of a man standing nearby. Severus rolled his eyes and saw a head of black hair and a straight nose.

Just as he was trying to see who it was, that person also noticed the movement and immediately turned his face to face him.

The scarlet eyes immediately stopped Severus from moving.

He should have absolutely no hope of heaven.

Obviously, this is hell.