Mrs. Pomfrey examined the black haired boy and found nothing but sleep deprivation.
However, the good school doctor told him to stay in the hospital, filled him with a bottle of magic medicine that could make people fall asleep, put a chocolate frog on the head of the bed to wait for him to eat when he woke up, and signed a sick leave note for him.
"I remember you didn't finish fighting before? Why is it so good today? "
The middle-aged woman also teases Draco. Usually, both of them are regular visitors to the school hospital. Today you lengthen my nose hair, tomorrow I'll make you bald and so on.
But this is the first time to see the two people supporting the scene.
"Long, long!" Draco's face turned red. He turned away from her and dragged the doctor to a place out of Harry's hearing and whispered, "before, we were all in fourth grade this year, and we are much more mature. I can't watch my classmates commit suicide."
"You mean suicide?" Madame Pomfrey did not smile, and her round face had a serious look, like a frosting apple.
Draco turned his head and looked at Harry, who was lying in the hospital bed in the distance. His face was almost as white as the sheet, and he was already looking asleep: "I suspect he told me he wanted to sleep in the Black Lake..."
"Merlin is up!"
The kind woman covered her mouth. She never expected such a thing.
Hogwarts is a school, a place to bring happiness and happiness, where every child should have spent his childhood carefree.
But it turns out that Harry Potter has been carrying such a heavy burden that he got Muggle depression.
"I have to inform the headmaster that he has been very concerned about Mr. Porter's problems."
The fat lady opened the window to greet the owl and was ready to send a message to the headmaster.
Draco stopped her behavior: "no, the headmaster can't be informed about this. He's busy with the top ten tournament. I'd better ask my dean to come here. Maybe there's a proper potion to solve Harry's problem."
"It makes sense."
Ms. Pomfrey didn't think much about it. After all, in addition to Professor Lockhart in defense of the dark arts, Snape was recognized as one of the magic medicine masters in the magic world.
In fact, it's just a note. As soon as the owl claws, it pats its wings and flies away.
It wasn't long before Snape, with a overcast face, walked into the school hospital with wind.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know, Dean. When I saw Harry, he was sitting by the lake looking at the photos of the potters." Draco led the dean to Harry's bedside: "but today he's very abnormal. He doesn't even fight with me. He says quietly that he wants to sleep at the bottom of the lake."
Snape took a deep breath and looked at Draco as if to see if he was telling the truth, but this time Draco was sure it wasn't a new prank.
The potion professor came to the bedside and touched Harry's forehead. He opened his eyes again. He could see that Harry's eyes were spinning fast. He should be dreaming.
Did Voldemort's soul affect him?
Snape was skeptical, but quickly ruled out the answer, because Voldemort would never want to commit suicide.
The former death eaters have been informed that Voldemort has stabilized his soul through the flesh and blood of unicorns. During the summer vacation, he has split up a new Horcrux to live on Nagini, the serpent.
Voldemort himself also through the dwarf Peter, the use of some black magic temporary body, heard to be a bloody baby, no ability to act independently.
Unfortunately, the Dark Lord was too cautious. Snape didn't find out where he was. Otherwise, he could tell Professor Wilson that the plan to remove the soul fragment from Harry's body could be launched.
"You mean he's been looking at the pictures? His parents' one? " The professor asked Draco again.
"Yes... I also looked at the picture, and then I had a guess, but I didn't know whether to say it or not."
Jin Mao hesitated. It was said that the dean and those two students were students of the same level before. It would be great if he knew some details.
Snape pulled out a bottle of potion from his robe. There were only a few drops of gold in it. He broke Harry's mouth and dropped a drop into it. Then he stood by the bed, looking at the expression that would make people think he was attending a body farewell ceremony.
A moment later, seeing Harry in his dream calm down, Snape glanced at Draco: "that's not what you should know. Don't ask or say."
"Yes, professor." Draco immediately stopped talking about it, even the gossip on his face.
Snape patted Draco on the back and turned away: "you've done well. You've learned to care about your classmates. Although it's a waste, I think your parents will be happy. Nobility is never noble because of blood."
"I understand. My father told me, did you see him recently, professor? I haven't seen him since the Quidditch World Cup Draco thought about his own family. He had heard some rumors that his father and Voldemort had mixed up again.Snape raised an eyebrow. He didn't know how to tell the boy.
Lucius is really busy with the Dark Lord, but not the second generation of the Dark Lord, but another one.
He and himself are trapped in the infernal hell and become double spies. This is probably fate.
"He's OK. I've met him. First he talked about business in Diagon Alley, and then he went abroad to the United States." Snape made up a lie, which, obviously, is better than letting the child guess.
Speaking of America, Snape suddenly remembered something.
By the way, would Harry's performance be greensworth's? Other sorcerers may not have mastered the African specialty of "dream dreaming", but that demon king can be called an encyclopedia of magic. There is nothing he can't do.
So what's the motivation? Harry didn't have a direct connection with the whole project, which was not the way it was supposed to be.
Anyway, I have to ask myself. Even Greenwood and Slade are terrible and dark.
But Harry is her son, and Snape, even if he dies, can't let them do any brainwashing experiments with Harry.
Thinking of this, he was ready to turn around and leave. He knew where Greenwood was now.
However, at this time, Harry, who was still in his dream, seemed to have made an unexpected reaction under the influence of propionate. Although he was still snoring with his eyes closed, he accurately grasped the professor's hand and yelled:
"Severus, I'm sorry!"
The body of the potion Professor suddenly trembled, and Draco saw the Dean blink his eyes quickly and his mouth narrowed into a line, as if suppressing his anger.
Draco thought the Dean would break Harry's arm, but Snape was just stiff for a moment, so he took the boy's hand and put it back into the quilt. He staggered around and left:
"who allowed you to call the professor by his name? Not in a dream. Gryffindor loses five points! "
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