Speaking of these two Aurors, they didn't want to be here either.
But Starlys Lam and Severus Snape, as known Death Eaters, still needed to be watched by people sent from the newly purged Ministry of Magic.
This was a matter of attitude.
Ability might be lacking, but attitude was essential.
However, those two people in the hospital rooms...
One was supposedly Dumbledore's spy, former Hogwarts Headmaster, who'd infiltrated the Dark Lord's ranks for years without a scratch.
The other had openly fought the Dark Lord when everyone thought the Savior was dead and the Dark Lord had won.
As Aurors, their positions seemed less steadfast than those of the two lying in the hospital rooms...
After all, if they were asked to be spies or directly fight the Dark Lord... The two men standing at their respective room doors exchanged knowing glances and maintained silence.
They pretended not to notice the young wizard's wariness toward them.
Most importantly, they knew their guard duty held no real value. The problem was:
If either of these two jumped up, even tying the Aurors together wouldn't be enough to defeat them...
One was Hogwarts' Headmaster, reportedly having learned considerable powerful magic from the Dark Lord himself.
The other? Don't ask—they simply couldn't win.
Besides Dumbledore and Harry Potter, they'd never heard of anyone fighting the Dark Lord and surviving.
Even though both patients wore the Ministry of Magic's alchemical chains for suspects...
The two stood quietly at the door as sensible decorations.
Until dinner time came again, after nurses delivered meals to the rooms and their replacement Aurors arrived, they learned another shocking piece of news before leaving:
When the Ministry of Magic collected the Dark Lord's body for processing, Aurors discovered blood-soaked clothing and fresh wounds on the Dark Lord's body, which Harry Potter denied causing.
That meant...
The two off-duty Aurors swallowed hard. If one of them had to jump up...
They'd rather let Mr. Snape jump up first.
Several days later.
Lys clutched her ribs while watching Frey create a scrapbook about her beside the bed, spreading those strange reports across the entire bed.
She felt somewhat helpless. This feeling was odd, carrying a hint of shame.
But then she remembered something else and perked up slightly.
"Frey, let's go see Severus. He's right next door and I don't even know if he's dead..."
Snape certainly wasn't dead—his treatment was even quite good. Due to his revealed identity as Dumbledore's spy, plus Potter's talk of love and affection during the final battle with the Dark Lord, Snape's reputation had suddenly soared.
Rational people tried pointing out that Snape wasn't entirely virtuous—he'd voluntarily served the Dark Lord as a Death Eater, and committed wrongs before becoming Dumbledore's spy—but were silenced by attacks from emotional wizards.
At this moment, Snape was having his neck wound examined by a bald doctor, while another doctor holding a stack of files watched Snape with strangely longing eyes.
He was among those immersed in the continuously embellished and beautified story. His gaze made the bewildered Snape feel slightly uncomfortable.
The bald chief physician lowered his wand and noted something in his book, then unconsciously glanced again at Snape's neck.
A large patch of shimmering silver was quite dazzling, but this was truly miraculous—his wound could actually heal, albeit very slowly.
He remembered that about two years ago, a Weasley with the same injury had been brought in.
They'd tried countless methods without stopping the bleeding. With the patient's permission, they'd even attempted Muggle medical techniques.
Nothing worked until Dumbledore's phoenix tears after rebirth and a special snake venom antidote finally healed that wound.
He was curious about what spell, carrying what medical purpose, could turn a wound such a profound silver color.
Now, the chief physician found even more incredible:
This man had been insisting on discharge since shortly after arrival!
Snape was extremely impatient yet politely asked the chief physician to call in the Aurors—he wanted resolution. The chains on his wrists reminded him every moment that even though he lived, he no longer had standing or identity in the light.
Voldemort was dead, Potter lived, and he had nothing left to do.
"BANG!"
The hospital room door pushed open by Lys's left hand slammed against the wall with a tremendous crash, startling the three people inside, the two Aurors outside, and Lys herself. Only Frey, carrying Gabon, seemed accustomed to it.
Lys quickly apologized:
"Sorry, Chief Physician, sorry—hope I didn't disturb you." She pulled back her not-quite-controllable left arm, the armor polished to gleaming silver, and glanced at Snape:
"Hey! Good thing you're not dead. Frey kept saying I overdosed you with medicine."
Lys's face was pale as she clutched her ribs and sat on the foot of Snape's bed—it was softer than the nearby chair and better suited to her height.
Lys's rib injury was caused by the Dark Lord's magic. Even after treatment, it had barely healed at all.
The bald chief physician had a momentary urge to pull the man from the bed and make the girl lie down instead.
Though the case files showed Lys was thirty-eight, she looked to be in her twenties—far younger than the Potions Master of the same age lying in bed...
And Merlin knew, with such severe injuries, she'd gotten out of bed just to check if her neighbor was dead?
"You should rest properly! This will damage your lifespan!" He was shocked.
Was she a child? So willful?
Having treated many casualties from the Hogwarts battlefield, he knew exactly how her injuries were caused, making him strongly disapprove of this witch's current behavior.
But Lys casually waved him away, dismissing him entirely.
Watching the bald chief being driven from his own room under Lys's constant urging, Snape sensed something ominous.
"Hehe."
Sure enough, after Lys's laughter, she patted Gabon's head.
Snape instantly found himself unable to move or speak...
Then Lys eagerly signaled Frey to take out the newspapers she'd specially collected and read them aloud to Snape...
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