HP heard I should be a Death Eater

Whether the young master Black has ever helped a mixed-race freshman, no one would really ask the young master in front of him, but it can be seen from his attitude towards Snape.

At noon, the students of the four colleges all returned to the dining hall.As soon as Signus walked through the door, he felt the most exaggerated gaze he had received from the Slytherin table in five years.

Lucius, who was walking beside him, raised his eyebrows: "Can you explain?"

Signus shrugged, still unable to lift his spirits: "Someone will tell you later, so I won't talk too much." He waved his hand, passing by the acquaintances at the front of the long table, ignoring Bella's desire to speak With a calm expression, he sat down in his usual position.

He could guess what his cousin was going to say, and he was not interested in the advice.

Snape appeared with the other first year Slytherins.He looked pretty good, still expressionless, his eyes swept around the long table, stopped on Signus, walked over naturally, and sat down beside him in front of everyone.There were constant discussions around him, but he was quiet and indifferent. If Signus hadn't been close enough to him, and saw that his whole body was almost frozen like a statue, he would have been deceived by his calm appearance.

This kid is quite interesting.Signus rested his chin on one hand, thinking boredly.Whether it is pure blood or mixed blood, those who enter Slytherin House have all kinds of ambitions without exception, and Snape is obviously no exception.He wouldn't be content with just getting into Slytherin house and being a dispensable, dispensable existence.He wants to gain a firm foothold here, and use his own strength to make these young masters and ladies who have nothing but family background regret belittling him.

But that's all for the future. In the short term, this brat can only change his situation by other means.And he, Cygnus Black, can undoubtedly be used.

But what if I leave this position, or let him go?Signus turned his head slightly, glanced sideways at the first-year beside him, thinking maliciously, Black's appearance fee is very expensive, and it is not that easy to take advantage of.

"Snape." A first-year freshman came over, and while talking, carefully watched Signus' face: "This is the map of Hogwarts, which was distributed to freshmen last night. I don't know if you and Senior Black lives with me, so I'm sorry that I missed you."

Signus looked away, concentrating on his own lunch, not getting involved with the scheming of the first-year brats.Snape took the map and said flatly, "It's okay."

The first grader glanced at Signus again: "The seniors in the fifth grade have to prepare for the OWL exam, and the curriculum is different from ours. If you have any inconvenience and want to transfer the dormitory, you can tell me, and I will help you. said Senior Malfoy. He is a prefect and has that right."

Snape paused with the hand that picked up the cutlery: "No, thank you."

I don't know if the first grade listened to his answer, but kept paying attention to Signus, who didn't respond. After a while, he realized that the silence between the three was a bit awkward, and left in a hurry.Until now, Signus, who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end, turned around, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Snape casually: "You are a cunning little brat."

His voice was not loud, except for Snape, no one knew what he said, only Black turned his head and communicated with the first year beside him in a low voice, which seemed quite harmonious.

Snape obviously also noticed this subtle illusion, so he said seriously: "Thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

Snape glanced at him, did not answer, but said, "You should actually expose me."

"Should?" Signus' eyes suddenly turned cold: "I don't need you to remind me what to do, brat."

But you should really do that, after all, it is the wisest choice for Black's heir to expose the one-sided stalking of a poor boy of mixed race.Snape thought this way, but in the end he just fell silent, finished his lunch quietly and quickly, and went back to the dormitory alone.

It wasn't until he left that Lucius moved over from the front of the long table and sat down next to Signus.

"Merlin! I'm already regretting meddling in my own business." Before he could say anything, Signus had already lamented, annoyed by the too much attention he had attracted on his own whim.

"It's really nosy." Lucius said, "You shouldn't meddle in him."

"He's a Slytherin." Signus scratched his hair, looking for a very pale reason.

"And Slytherin obviously doesn't welcome him," Lucius reminded.

"That's none of my business."

Lucius smiled: "I know this is not important to you, but I still hope that you will not be too rebellious, so as not to attract the Lord's attention. You don't want to explain to him why you care so much about a half-blood."

"Tsk, I didn't pay much attention to that brat," Signus retorted.

Lucius was helpless: "Can you catch the point?"

"Come on, nothing annoys him more this semester than Sirius entering Gryffindor." Signus said, "Believe me, the situation of a mixed-race freshman is nothing compared to the fact that the second son of the Black family cannot be used by him. Not worth caring about."

The two of them cast a Silencing Charm around them as they spoke, and Signus had no qualms about bringing up the man in a sarcastic tone among a crowd of Dark Lord worshippers.Lucius looked helpless, but there was nothing he could do.No one noticed that the headmaster Albus Dumbledore's eyes stopped on them for a while on the professor's seat, and he fell into deep thought.

To most people, Master Black's rebellion is just a superficial problem, for example, he doesn't like to put on a dignified and elegant air like most Slytherins, and he doesn't like to participate in social activities in high society, so he doesn't care if he is serious Grades, the frequency of skipping classes is fast catching up with Gryffindor's most troublesome brat.But even so, as the heir of the Black family, he is still qualified.

What people see is often superficial, and he is handsome and tall on the surface, with pure magic power and superior background. He is also a batsman for the Quidditch team of Slytherin College. For students, Quidditch The identity of the players can always arouse admiration.And for most of the elders of the Slytherin family, the question of principle will never come to him.The Dark Lord would punish him now and then, beating him for disobedience, but still giving him enough trust to keep him firmly in the ranks of the Death Eaters, even though he was still a minor.

Cygnus Black, as the heir of a pure-blood Slytherin family, he has already achieved achievements beyond the reach of others at a young age, which is enough to be envied by all wizards of the same age.His almost reckless indulgence also seemed to suggest that he enjoyed this privilege.

But does he really enjoy it...

"Are you looking at Mr. Black?" Dumbledore suddenly came back to his senses, and turned to look at Slughorn.The other party realized that he had startled Dumbledore by his sudden utterance, and immediately smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's okay." He glanced at Signus again, and casually found a reason: "He sent a first-year Slytherin to Minerva's classroom this morning, but I remember That should be around the time of his Potions class."

Slughorn was still smiling, not caring about being mentioned in person that a student had missed his class, and said with a look of relief: "He's such a warm-hearted boy, isn't he?"

Dumbledore responded with a lack of interest.He noticed that at the Slytherin table, Signus also showed little interest in Malfoy's words, and quickly got up to leave.

The eldest and young master of the Black family became more and more interesting every year, he thought, maybe next time they had a chance to talk to Black, they could have a serious chat.

A bird cry interrupted Dumbledore's thinking. At noon, which was not the time for receiving letters, an owl with smooth feathers landed on the long table in Gryffindor, proudly raised a paw, and signaled Sirius Black, who was enrolled, took down the letter that belonged to him.

The students who lacked entertainment at lunch all looked sideways, and before they could wonder what was going on, they heard Sirius scream loudly: "Merlin! My mother actually sent a Howler letter!"

James Potter helped him take off the letter with a smile: "Don't worry, I can guess what this letter is going to say, do you need to open it for you?"

"I'll do it myself." Sirius grabbed the letter angrily and tore it open. An angry female voice immediately resounded throughout the restaurant.Everyone was dumbfounded as Mrs. Black scolded Little Black as worthless, saying that he had defiled the lintel of the Black family, and finally severed the mother-child relationship with him unceremoniously. The Black family would no longer have him as a son.

"Oh Merlin..." Sirius looked at his friend beside him blankly, "Did she just say she didn't want me?"

James Potter was equally at a loss as to why his friend's entry into Gryffindor House had such dire consequences.

"I know she will be angry, very, very angry, she will scold me, and stop my pocket money, but she should still be my mother." Sirius said, his eyes suddenly turned red, and James frantically turned his hands to the corner. Stuttering comfort: "You, don't be sad. How about writing a letter to go back and admit your mistake? And Signus, by the way! Didn't you say that he is a good brother, and he will definitely help you."

Sirius widened his eyes and wiped his face vigorously: "You are right, I have to find him."

"I'll accompany you."

Ignoring the sights of the surrounding crowd, the two hurried out of the dining room and headed for Slytherin's cellar.

On the other side of the restaurant, Bella, who was frightened by her cousin's sorting results last night, held her head up again, as if the dirty things in the family had just been cleaned up, and she was in a great mood.

Narcissa got up gently, and sat down next to Lucius: "You have to remind Signus that he can't take care of this."

Lucius shrugged: "He doesn't necessarily listen to me."

"But he will think about it!" Narcissa looked up at Bella, seeing that the other party was busy belittling Sirius' cousin with the people around her, and had no time to care about her, so she said anxiously: "You have to remind him."

Lucius sighed helplessly: "Okay, I get it. But you can rest assured that the lord attaches great importance to him, and he is not stupid himself."