HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Saturday night.

Twelve o'clock.

Harry Potter rubbed his sore hands from signing in and returned to his dormitory.

Professor Lockhart was finally willing to let him go.

Harry Potter still felt a little uneasy. Only he could hear the strange sound but no one else could hear it. He didn't know what would happen?

Someone in the Gryffindor dormitory was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep at night, and someone in the Slytherin dormitory had an accident.

The boy with light blond hair opened his eyes, his blank gray-blue eyes unblinking. The boy sat up suddenly and walked outside step by step with bare feet.

"Go to the secret room...let it out..."

"...Clean the entire campus..."

"Kill all the mudbloods..."

The lingering whisper in the boy's mind controlled the movement of his body.

Mud...ba...seed...

Mud...ba...seed...

Mudblood?

Can't……

I promised her not to say these three words.

The body in white pajamas paused and stopped walking.

"No...I can't..." The boy's lips moved and he spoke five inaudible words.

Those gray-blue eyes shone brightly and quickly dimmed again, and his body was controlled again like a puppet.

This is the first time that Tom Marvolo Riddle has successfully occupied this young and energetic body. He can't wait to come out and see this long-awaited campus and the secret room.

He had seen the child's mind.

He was truly a child who had been pampered and was so weak-willed that he sneered at him.

But he was too weak and could only erode his vitality bit by bit. But fortunately, in just half a month, I will be able to completely occupy this body.

The boy's brief awakening of consciousness still had an impact on Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He manipulated this body with a little more stagnation, that's all, don't worry, this body will be his in half a month anyway.

The boy returned to the room again, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

"Nott, did you beat me while I was sleeping last night? Why do I feel uncomfortable all over." Malfoy was lying on the bed, feeling that his whole body was heavy.

"If you want to stay in bed, just say so." Nott gave him a cold look, "I'm leaving first."

"Wait for me." Malfoy sat up, feeling dizzy.

After you calm down, put on your clothes.

When I put on my shoes, I found that my feet were very dirty. Could it be that I have the habit of sleepwalking?

He frowned and went to the bathroom to deal with it.

The sound of rushing water is the beginning of a new week.

The week passed quickly, and it was time for Quidditch training again.

"Captain, where is Malfoy?" Lycoris looked across the entire stadium, but did not see that light golden color.

"He's not coming today. Nott came and asked for sick leave." After Marcus Flint finished speaking, he looked at the little girl in front of him and nodded to himself and said, "Okay, I understand. Thanks."

Then he turned around and left without mercy.

Didn't she come to see Quidditch practice? Leaving now?

My vice-president is not training at the training ground, so why should I watch training?

Taking time out of his busy schedule is the support of the president of the Good Hunger Club to the vice-president.

I don't even like watching official Quidditch matches, right?

If it weren't for the honor of the entire Slytherin House, I would rather sit in the common room and read.

Liklis remembered Gryffindor Captain Wood's famous saying: "Either catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field." According to Malfoy's concern for the Quidditch game, he could not easily ask for leave.

I'm sick, but it seems to be very serious.

How could you be sick?

Yes, the weather is indeed getting colder.

Lycoris looked up at the gloomy sky, as if it would rain all the time in October, and she remembered what was said in the plot.

Licoris has recently been busy with Hermione officially becoming a registered teacher, as well as researching banned books and so on. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she has never seen Malfoy except in class.

When visiting a patient, you always need to bring something with you.

Remembering that he particularly likes sweets, Licolis thought of the potion in the hospital wing that was so bad that she wanted to spit it out.

How about making him some better-tasting potions?

office.

Snape saw his daughter greeting him as soon as she entered the door and was busy there not knowing what to do. He walked over and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Improve the taste of the medicine." Lycoris thought of her father's rich experience and said, "Dad, why do you think the medicine in the hospital wing tastes so bad?"

"Are you sick?" Snape observed his daughter's complexion carefully, "What's wrong with you? Have you been to the hospital wing?"

"Senior Flint said Malfoy is sick." Licoris looked at him, "Has he asked for leave for you?"

She really enjoyed Quidditch and went to watch training again today.

Does she care that much if Malfoy is sick?

Also, he is the vice-president of her club, and he also has a license to teach potions classes there. Wouldn't being sick be a delay for her? Snape knew how ambitious his daughter was in her career.

"No." Snape did not receive the leave note, "It's the weekend."

"It makes sense. What if it'll be fine on Monday?" Lycoris nodded, "So dad, why is Madam Pomfrey's potion so unpleasant?"

"It's delicious, but so many people are sick. Yummy, are you sure they won't get sick intentionally because of the potion?" Snape said this and went back to correct his homework with peace of mind.

It's not just her illness. As for improving the taste of the medicine, it won't taste worse than it does now. She can make effective and useful potions.

It makes sense, but I don't know how to refute it.

If it tastes bad, you have to eat it if you are sick. If it tastes good... you might even pretend to be sick to eat it.

Licoris thought for a while and took out some other raw materials for the potion.

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

"Dad, how about you test it for me?" Lycoris stood in front of Snape's desk and said with a smile, "Test the medicine?"

Snape stood up and went over to help her check the potion.

Licolis arranged ten large 500 ml potion bottles in two rows. The two potions had completely different flavors.

Snape picked up the left one to smell and taste. After putting it down, he picked up the right one.

Licoris looked nervously at her father's serious look. There should be no problem, right? I changed a few ingredients myself, not sure if it would affect the effect.

"All passed." Snape nodded, "You gave it all to Malfoy?"

This is too much, and while the one on the left tastes disgusting, the one on the right is delicious.

"I'll deliver this row to Madam Pomfrey." Lycoris pointed to the one on the left and smiled maliciously, "It's spicy and bitter, and it should be given to the sick children."

"These five bottles?" Snape pointed to the one on the right.

"One for father, one for me, one for Nott, and one for the Hungry Club." Lycoris put them away one by one and held the last bottle, "This bottle belongs to Malfoy."