The happiness of HP

Hogwarts, Vault, Potions Master's Office

It was night, a No. 25 cauldron made a gurgling sound of boiling, and Severus carefully picked up the 1 centimeter-cut stew of Passiflora, and threw it evenly into the pot at the moment when the fifth bubble burst. He picked up the crucible, and then picked up the mithril stirring rod and stirred the liquid in the crucible clockwise at a constant speed, which began to emit fragrant smoke.The aroma is like licorice, clear and graceful - very good, that's it, the potion began to absorb the magic power, and Severus could feel the veins of his own magic power flowing. He hadn't felt such a wonderful feeling in 12 years, thanks to Merlin!However, immediately, he found that the potion absorbed more and more magic power, but this amount of loss was still acceptable—Severus certainly understood that even though the potion used many rare compensating materials—such as : The blessings of nature, the feathers of colorful birds, the fangs of free-tailed bats, and the branches of jasmine chrysanthemums, but the magic power produced by these materials needs to be guided by power.So the black magic pharmacist needed for this potion must be absolutely powerful.Fortunately, he had taken a long-acting magic booster before, which might cause some harm to his own body, but he knew very well that he had to let Olinso realize that he was the only one who could make this potion besides Harry People, he must reflect his own value and let Olinso understand that he is still the half-blood prince, so that Olinso will do his best to restore his reputation.He loved Harry, so he hoped that when he came to him, he didn't have any worries because of his state.After this production, he will try his best to take care of his body and make his Harry happy.

After a long separation, Severus was now desperate to give Harry happiness, if Harry thought only he could give it.

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Sweat drenched the black robe, Severus extinguished the flame as he looked at the perfect yellow-green liquid in the cauldron, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.It has to be said that in the past 12 years, his Harry has grown to a level that impresses him. Being able to independently develop such a potion, Severus deeply feels incredible, and at the same time, it is more distressing.He felt sorry for what his lover had done, and he could probably imagine how Harry remembered himself sitting in the smoke from the cauldron all these years.

Remember before the final battle, he came to the cellar, right here after the dance music, his brief conversation with Harry——

"Promise me, Sif, if I leave you, you must watch the scenery of the rest of your life for me, and then go to Merlin and tell me."

"Big hero with too much ego, what makes you think I would accept such an unfair condition?"

"Hehe, okay. Sev, I also promise you, if you leave me, I will live on, go wandering where you want to go in your notes, and find a place to live alone."

"make a deal."

Severus believed that his lover had the courage to face the plight of losing himself, even if he needed to remember day after day, he also believed that he would live, just to tell himself what he saw when he got to Merlin .In the past 12 years, no matter how desperate he was, he did not believe that his lover would die in love. After all, he proposed it first, didn't he?And he, in the past 12 years, never had the idea of ​​self-harm, even if he was going crazy.

The belief that supported Severus through the tragic years in Azkaban was never someone else, but Harry, his lover, his treasure.He often thought behind bars, if he spent the rest of his life in Azkaban, going to Merlin would be an experience he could share with Harry, right?

While waiting for the potion to cool down, Severus went to the side wine cabinet and took out two goblets and poured two glasses of premium red wine.I still remember that when Harry was in the sixth grade, he was worried that he would be injured when he went to the Death Eater party. He wore an invisibility cloak to avoid Gryffindors and came to him every night. In the kitchen, he makes a cup of black coffee and a small cake for two. Few people know that he likes delicate pastries; if he is not in the cellar, he will put Cruciatus sustained-release agent mixed with red wine on the table, and then leave.

Harry is always so sweet.

A cup was sipped lightly, and a cup was placed on the table.

At this moment, there was a soft crackling in the fireplace, and a tall man came out of the fireplace.

"Severus, I really shouldn't expect you to clean the fireplace." The brown-haired and gray-eyed man complained, then immediately found the cauldron not far away, and walked over, "Tsk tsk, as expected of a prince , your hands and feet are fast enough."

"If you're just here to see my potion, please don't disturb my alone time," Severus said.

"Rafi?" The man smiled and glanced at his friend who was drinking, and asked.

"No, it's not. It's O'Brien." Severus wasn't pouring an extra glass of wine for this visit.

"Oh, romantic poetry, Muggle wine tasters often give this meaning to the wines of this manor. So, can I think of it, are you thinking of him?" The guest sat down on the sofa with a smile, "The two children I saw it, it's really good. Severus, I'll wait for you to bring them to Inarius Manor to play, that child in my family may need a role model."

"Orwell, it seems that you have received a lot of benefits?" Severus still called his friend by the name he used when he was studying at Hogwarts.

"Hmm, sharp! I got a lot of money to keep quiet. Of course, if you need it, I can continue to poke it out." Yes, this is Inarius.

"In fact, my goal has been achieved, you can see for yourself." Severus said, gently shaking the red wine.

"I don't think it's time yet. When your guy comes back, give me an exclusive, and I can shake the magic world." Inarius said.

"I'll discuss it with him," Severus said.

"Mr. Principal, don't you plan to buy me a drink? Well, pumpkin juice, I haven't tasted Hogwarts for a long time." As soon as Inarius finished speaking, a glass of pumpkin juice appeared on the table.

"Orwell, haven't you interviewed him in these years?" Severus thought that a great mentor would always arrange an interview when he was promoted.

"Oh, Severus, I'm the editor-in-chief now. There are always young people running around when interviewing this kind of thing. However, this one of yours is really excellent and too low-key. He was promoted to be a great mentor 3 years ago. At that time, he just accepted the appointment contract and left, and the reporters didn't find him at all." Inarius said helplessly, "The reason given by the Potions Association is also excellent enough: to maintain a sense of mystery."

Ok……

At this moment, the door of the office opened, and two small figures came in.

"Dean..."

Seeing the teasing look in his friend's eyes, Severus glared at Inarius.

"It's so late, what are you doing here instead of staying in the dormitory?" Severus said.

"Dean, there is no curfew yet." Artemis reminded.

"Do you have a guest?" Apollo walked into the room, a little embarrassed to say.

"Obviously. I don't like repetition." Severus said simply and appalled.

"Professor McGonagall said at dinner that the first grade should go to the prefect to get the precautions for flying lessons, but you didn't show up tonight." Apollo said.

"You know, we don't have a prefect, so..." Artemis continued.

"Okay, wait a minute." Severus got up and walked to the desk, looking for notes on flying lessons.

"Hehe, come and sit down." Inarius greeted.

"Thank you, Mr. Inarius. But, no, we'll be leaving in a while." Apollo is a very vigilant child, especially for those who are journalists. He and Artemis have read a lot of books, so I know that reporters sometimes like to make up things to make things up.

Inarius tactfully said nothing more.And Artemis just looked at the ground, as if he was interested in the patterns on the floor.This scene made Inarius very interesting, he liked this girl very much, um, if not for those things, he should have the possibility of becoming the godfather, right?

After a while, Severus found the precautions for flying lessons, handed them to the children, and said, "Flying lessons... I hope you can understand that if you want to die, I won't stop you. There are many ways to commit suicide , flying lessons are just one of them.”

"Uh, we know. So, professor, can we apply for an exemption? Dad said that our magic power is not stable. We have seen the introduction of the broomstick, but we don't think it is a suitable thing." Artemis said.

Severus frowned, a little surprised that the two children were each half Potter.He used to think that Harry liked flying so much, Apollo and Artemis should have been exposed to broomsticks early like many little noble children, and had pretty good flying skills.But the fact is obviously not what he thought, and it is necessary for him to find out whether the children's bodies are suitable for flying lessons.So, he asked, "I'm sorry, I thought your dad was supposed to be a flying master?"

"What caused you to have such an illusion, Dean? At least we have never seen Dad fly since we were young. Dad is a master of combat and a master of potions, but we are not sure if he is a master of flying." Apollo said , "Perhaps you have seen him fly, or you have known him?"

Apollo is now very much skeptical of this, but he has no evidence to prove it.

Severus was taken aback, had the two children started to suspect?

"If you're talking about the great instructor Jeremy Ashaplet, I haven't met him. You know that for the past 12 years, my news has been a bit blocked. Heck, you guys have a flight lesson next week, If you feel that you don't need to be exempted from the course, then I will approve it." Severus said ambiguously.

"Okay, Dean." The two children took the note, then looked at Severus, thought of the two gifts on their body, and pushed each other, hoping that the other would speak first.

Severus felt a little curious about the coy little look, let alone Inarius who was watching from the side.

"Are you in any trouble?" Severus looked at the two of them.

"Uh, Dean, this is a nutrient potion that the two of us made according to your physical condition. Although it may not be as good as the one you made yourself...but it is also a little bit of our heart. Thank you for taking care of us for a month. Dad often taught us to learn to be grateful. We know that sometimes we are clumsy, sometimes we don’t think well about problems, and we are even a little naive. Thank you very much for your teaching this month. We know that your health is not good, and you are always Correcting so many homework, we can't help you share anything, we can only hope that you are in good health, so that you can teach us more things." Apollo took out a box from his arms, opened it and put it on Severus before.

Severus was very surprised, looking at Apollo and Artemis, he didn't know how to react, he just felt sore and aching in his heart.Such sensible children, if others treat them a little bit, they will repay them. For example, they often help Professor Flitwick clean up the bookshelves that are too high in his room; they often make some small biscuits in the kitchen to accompany Professor McGonagall for an afternoon drink Tea; often go to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout take care of herbs; often help Mrs. Pince repair books; often go to the medical wing to chat with Mrs. Pomfrey... Hogwarts staff often praise them in private.Kind children are like his beloved Harry, of course, he does not deny that this is his Harry passed on to the children.

"We asked Madam Pomfrey about your physical condition before, so you don't need to worry about the effect." Artemis added.

"Well, your gifts are always amazing. Well, if you have nothing else to do, please go back to your dormitory and don't let me express my deep surprise at the structure of your brain." Sif Ruth resisted the urge to reach out and touch the child.

"Uh, Dean, and this..." Artemis took out a more delicately wrapped gift, and placed it carefully in front of Severus.

Severus raised half an eyebrow, looking at the children suspiciously.

Artemis and Apollo had retreated to the door, and said in unison: "Dean, I wish you and Mr. Potter a happy wedding! Good night, Dean! Good night, Mr. Inarius!"

Then he disappeared behind the door immediately, closing it very carefully for Severus.

Severus was stunned for a long time before he was finally brought back to his senses by Inarius' laughter——

"Hahaha~ Severus, your children are so cute, especially little Artemis, why don't you let my little Dia marry?" Inarius had a bad idea.

These words made Severus' face darken all of a sudden, and he glared at Inarius fiercely——

"I think you need a potion of nightmares to wake you up, Orwell!"