Who Could Argue with That?

Two weeks passed in the rising and setting of the sun, and through one stretch of rain after another.

More than half a month of the holiday had already gone by, but it had been an exceptionally fulfilling half-month, whether for Manus, Severus, or Lily.

Manus was like a master blacksmith, repeatedly pushing the two of them to the limits of their endurance, then repairing and nurturing them before beginning the next cycle.

And Severus and Lily did not disappoint, displaying resilience beyond Manus's expectations, so Manus dynamically adjusted the pressure he put on them...

"I'm, I'm going to die... I don't think I'm the same person I used to be anymore. When I close my eyes now, I can even see charts of interactions between different properties, and trembling, dread, and panic echo by my ears, along with their differences and similarities."

On this day, Manus seemed to have something to do outside, so he gave them an extra day off. Severus sprawled across the sofa in the secret base, practically ready for his soul to leave his body.

This was no longer a matter of being tired or not. He had been so exhausted that he had not even had the time to feel tired; only now that he had relaxed did he finally have the strength to complain.

"Don't tell me you called me over just to share your thoughts on how exhausted you've been these past few days?"

Lily rolled her eyes.

"I'm already exhausted enough. Listening to you whine about being tired only makes me more tired. Let me lie here in peace for a while. I still need to brew Scabies Potion later."

If she had not been afraid that brewing Potions at home would provoke Petunia and further worsen their already somewhat delicate