[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

"Where is this, Tom?"

The potions master simply called out the Muggle name of "that person", hoping that that person would give him an Avada Kedavra immediately instead of long-term torture.

"Well... don't move, you finally woke up."

The black-haired and red-eyed man was simply wearing a long robe, moved closer to the light, knelt and sat beside him, watching him gently, showing no sign of preparing to use Cruciatus.

"Cold?"

It is indeed cold.Another gust of wind blew by, and the vague fragrance still lingered around me.Severus was able to pinpoint the source of the scent right away - a sliver of golden Rivedale that couldn't be seen from his angle.The shape of this flower is very similar to that of a lily, but there are six golden petals and seven white stamens, as well as the unmistakable black pollen, all dancing in the cool breeze of the cave, touching my body mischievously.In fact, without judgment, Severus knew that he was naked, lying in a blooming Riverdale bush.Some branches and leaves are cushioned under his body, and all the plants surround him, continuously infusing the cool feeling into the skin, and the discomfort caused by snake venom and blood loss has basically subsided.

"We're in a cave in the Alps." Tom cleared his doubts at the right time, and added a warming spell by the way.

"I would rather believe that this is hell."

"Obviously not, Sev, you and I are not in hell." Tom's delicate face moved closer to let him see clearly, "These plants made me grow my hair and nose again, and healed my bruises." hurt."

"What the hell did you do?" Severus was determined not to let his voice tremble.

"When Potter used 'Expelliarmus' on me, I played a little trick, so now wizards all over Europe think that little Potter boy beat me with 'Expelliarmus' and made me It turned into pieces like black smoke. Of course, you don't know what happened after that." Tom leaned over him and explained, "It's very simple. I went back to the Shrieking Shack and took advantage of Mr. Potter's memory. Got up and found it, and managed to take you away, all the way here, before kneeling in a smear of dried-up blood and wailing uselessly."

"here……"

"In the whole of Europe, there are less than ten caves that can grow into a piece of Rivedale. I occupied one of them and sealed the cave with magic." Tom stroked the potion master's forehead in satisfaction, pushing away a few scattered hairs. Black hair, "It turns out that it works very well. Your current skin is like a newborn baby. No matter how many beauty potions the ladies put on, they can't reach this level."

This is definitely not the ending I want... Severus struggled to digest the explosive information: "What about Hogwarts?"

"Who cares. Of course, you don't have to worry, it's still there."

"What did you say?"

"Compared to that big and useless castle, I care more about one of its principals."

"I don't want to stay here, Tom." The frail man insisted stubbornly.

"But I guess you won't be able to go back." Tom raised his hand, pointing out this point unhurriedly, "Today is June 6th."

June 6th... So, he has been in a coma for more than a month, at least in a half-asleep and half-awake state.Severus tried to move his limbs and flex his fingers, but found that there was still no strength in his body.He realized that there was no way he could stand up now, and then a worse truth suddenly occurred to him.

"What did they do after that?"

"They posthumously presented you with the Order of Merlin, First Class, and put the thing in a black marble box, buried it next to old Albus, and erected a black tombstone for you." Tom turned away nonchalantly, Fumbling on the ground, as if looking for something.

"The funeral was grand enough. The savior Potter buried the box with his own hands, and then delivered a eulogy. That brat from the Malfoy family fainted at the scene." Tom continued, not intending to stop what he was doing. These old news from a month ago Now it sounds like a bunch of bad jokes, "Now that everyone knows your story, the Daily Prophet has a special issue that has serialized your story for a long time. Now your grave is buried every day. They were filled with flowers, and all the wizards and wizards of England were running there like buzzing flies to confess to you. I guess they are very distressed that there is no picture of you on the wall of the headmaster's room at the moment. , but they never gave any explanation for not finding your body."

Tom turned around, and a bottle of weird potion was brought to his mouth, and Severus was horrified to make out the white sheen of mother-of-pearl against the rosy pink background.But Tom didn't give him a chance to struggle, pried open his mouth, and forced it down.

"You knew from the beginning?" Severus asked hastily, taking advantage of the short time before the love potion took effect.

"Know what?" Tom, who was done, smiled, flickering black eyelashes, staring at the lovely prey wrapped in layers of golden flowers in front of him, with an inquiring expression showing great interest.

"Yes..." Severus answered the question reluctantly, "I'm a double agent."

"Do you think your Occlumency can really fool me, my little Slytherin? You can only love me if you remove the memory of Lily, don't you?"