[HP] Aunt of the Savior

"Trust?" Snape scoffed at Lucius' statement.After Jody had said that to him, he'd been unusually impatient with it lately.

In fact, he didn't think that girl really trusted and relied on herself as she said.If she had really trusted him, she would not have kept her secret from him all this time while she carried out her dangerous plan.It's just that, when he also concealed many things, he really has no position to blame the other party, at least the other party is more honest than him.

Perhaps as Jody claims, she knows him very well, she may be cunning, but she is honest enough at the same time.She bound him tightly with Slytherin-like frankness, and this alone was enough to make him feel supremely happy.

Jody's words of trust just happened to give him the best reason, a reason to be with her no matter how humiliated he was and how unable he was to face what happened that day.

In fact, his dark heart never wants to let go of this girl, even if she just wants to get his help, or worse, it doesn't matter, as long as he can still bind her by his side, let her Walking on the same path as him—even if their goals were different—he was content.He wanted to cling to his "apple" and prove his ability to build a matching golden pedestal for his "apple".

As Slytherin, they will use all available conditions and unscrupulous means to achieve their goals.Therefore, Snape had no doubt that Lucius Malfoy's so-called trust was not as simple as he showed, but had other intentions and motives.

"I thought we were friends enough to entrust each other with trust?" Lucius' usually cold gray eyes seemed to reveal a fragile and helpless expression. "Isn't that so?"

"Aha, I should be honored to have the friendship and... trust of the heir to the Malfoy family?" Snape snorted softly. "Then, what exactly caused the Malfoy family to be reduced to relying on ordinary students like me?"

Regarding Snape's question, Lucius showed a weary smile, he hesitated for a while, and finally said as if making up his mind: "Well, my friend, since this is what you care about, then I can tell you— —I suspect that my father's sudden and severe illness was intentional."

"It's unbelievable," Snape said, staring at Lucius for a moment, pursed lips.

"Indeed." Lucius nodded, raised his hands and rubbed his temples. "But I believe that my father will not prepare everything in this box in advance for no reason." He shrugged with a wry smile: "I think I should spend more time finding out what is behind the scenes than trying to brew the potion myself. On to the murderer."

The Malfoy family, one of the richest and most prestigious pure-blood families in the wizarding world.To many wizards, the family is as famous for their cunning as they are rich.As the current patriarch, Abraxas would be designed to be dying of dragon pox, which is a shame for a family like Malfoy. Snape thought that Lucius would at least make up such a thing. Disgraceful lie.He put the formula and method of making the potion back into the box. "alright, I got it."

"If possible, I hope it can be done sooner." There was an obvious pleading in Lucius' eyes. "...the sooner the better."

Snape was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded.

A day later, Lucius received the first batch of potions from Snape.Even the proud Malfoy couldn't help admiring the talent of his poor half-blood friend.The potion born from Snape's hands was very effective. Not long after taking the potion, Abraxas, who had been in a coma due to a high fever, regained consciousness, and his mental state even seemed to be very good, almost It's not like a patient who has been in a coma for several days.

Similar to but different from his son Lucius, Abraxas Malfoy was a more haughty and serious man.There were already a few strands of silver in his pale blond Malfoy hair, but it made him look dignified and dignified.Even though he is now lying weak on the bed, he still has a respectable and dignified aura.

However, when he saw his obviously emaciated son beside his hospital bed, such Abraxas was just a loving father.His tone was very kind: "Lucius."

"Oh, father." Lucius leaned on his father's bedside, stretched out his hand to hold his father's hand.But he didn't forget to cast an isolation spell on himself to prevent him from being infected with the dragon pox virus. "I'm glad to see you getting better."

"It seems that you made a very useful friend at Hogwarts." Abraxas narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.He was glad to see that his son didn't panic and lose his mind just because he fell.He looked at the empty potion bottle beside the bed, and had a new evaluation of Snape's ability.

There was a smile on Lucius' face, "Severus is indeed a trustworthy friend, and a friend who cannot be bought with petty profits."

If Snape did not express concern about Malfoy's request for help, but directly proposed some exchange of benefits as a condition for providing help, then Lucius would have to re-evaluate Snape.

"Severus is very talented." Lucius followed his father's gaze and looked at the potion bottles on the bedside table: "It's a pity that the person with such talent is actually a half-breed..."

"Lucius." However, when Abraxas heard the word "hybrid", he suddenly interrupted Lucius. "What do you think is the most important thing for a Slytherin?"

"Isn't it blood?" Lucius said. "Slytherins like to choose noble wizards of pure blood."

"No," old Malfoy shook his head. "What Slytherin chooses is not pure blood, but the great power that pure blood brings. Blood is indeed important, but what is more important is what kind of responsibility and ability that blood gives us. And as Malfoy, we will Choose what is more beneficial to us, such as our ancestors who immediately drew a line with Muggles after the implementation of the International Statute of Secrecy..."

Although his voice was a little weak due to the illness, he was unexpectedly very restless and eager when he said these words.

"Father, you need to rest, you are still very weak." Lucius felt that his father's behavior today was very strange.He didn't understand why his father, who had just recovered from a coma, was so eager to talk to him about this, and he had never heard his father so abnormally claim that blood was not important—you know, he even used His own political clout forced the resignation of the first Muggle Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

"No." However, old Malfoy continued stubbornly, with obvious hesitation in his eyes, but the hesitation was not long: "Actually, I don't know whether I should tell you these things... It's a secret, a very big secret."

Under the signal of his father's eyes, Lucius cast a defensive spell.Old Malfoy continued: "So far, I am afraid that many people have died because of this secret. And I may be the next one."

"Father!" Lucius stood up abruptly, looking at Abraxas lying on the bed in horror. "No, there's no way you're going to die, you're getting better, aren't you?"

"This is not a potion that can restore my health." Abraxas's expression was very calm, and he even showed his usual majestic expression: "I hope you can listen to me calmly and rationally like a Malfoy Finish your sentence."

"... Well, Father, if that's what you wish."

"I know why I'm sick." Abraxas raised his hand on the hospital bed, signaling Lucius, who was agitated again because of this sentence, to calm down and listen to him. "Maybe you think your father is crazy, but what I said is absolutely true - our master, the Dark Lord, is not really a pure blood Slytherin descendant. He is not even a pure blood wizard , Yes, Lucius, as I said, blood does not equal strength, just like your friend, the Dark Lord is also a half-blood wizard with great strength."

"Half-race?" Lucius stared at his father dumbfounded.He could hardly believe his ears, "You said the Dark Lord is... a half-blood? How is this possible?!"

If old Malfoy's expression hadn't been so serious, Lucius would have suspected that his father's head had been burnt out by the high fever of the past few days before he would say such absurd words.A wizard who appeared as the heir of Slytherin, advocated the interests of wizards, advocated the rule of Muggles, and emphasized pure blood, is actually a half-blood?And the pure-blood Malfoy family would choose to follow and attach to such a mixed-blood... liar?

"I know you think this is ridiculous." Abraxas was not surprised by Lucius' reaction. "But it's true. I knew from the beginning that he was a half-blood. I even knew his real name. You should know who brought the Dark Lord into the eyes of the wizards and who helped him integrate into the pure-blood wizards." circle."

"It's...you." Lucius looked at his father in bewilderment. "But why?"

"Because of power, but also because of interests." Abraxas's expression was very serious, "I think you should know that the times have changed now, and now wizards are no longer as proud of pure blood as they used to be. Of course, this Mainly because of Dumbledore - ah, a great, powerful wizard who defeated Grindelwald, a great wizard who was respected all over Europe, and his words should of course be taken as the golden rule, so even Mudbloods can become Minister of the Ministry of Magic. This means that pure-blood wizards will gradually lose their voice in the wizarding world. This is not what I like to see. Therefore, I am willing to support a young wizard who is strong and wise enough to replace Dumbledore status, and then I chose the half-blooded Dark Lord - there is no doubt that half-bloods will be his greatest weakness, and this will give Malfoy and other pure-blood families an extremely heavy weight, making us He has more power to speak in front of him."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but paused for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "But, we underestimated this man too much. Lucius, even though I hesitated, I still decided to tell you, because in my life After death, it may become a permanent secret. I think you know that I don't get dragon pox for no reason."

"...You mean, your illness is..." Lucius' eyes were red with anger: "It's the Dark Lord! It's that damned despicable half-breed!"

Hell, he'd forgotten that Selwyn, the new Death Eater, was St. Mungo's potionist!

"I used to be his classmate at Hogwarts. I think I may be the last Death Eater who knows his true identity." For the fact that he was betrayed by Voldemort, old Malfoy was not as angry as his son expressed . "Actually, when he completely disregarded my opinion and decided to send Death Eaters to attack Diagon Alley, I knew that I would be eliminated by him sooner or later. So I prepared the medicine box in advance, and he couldn't directly kill me. Kill me, no matter what method he uses, that potion can help me recover for a while, let me tell you these secrets—although I am very worried that you will encounter threats from the Dark Lord after knowing these things."

Abraxas closed his eyes with a tired look. "Lucius, maybe it's too late for me to say this now. But the Dark Lord, it's really changed now. You have to watch out for him, my son, for your own sake, and for the Malfoys'—to make up for my sins. The next error."

After this conversation, Abraxas' condition deteriorated again. Although those potions could control the development of the disease and relieve his pain, they couldn't eradicate the virus on his body.The entire Malfoy Manor was full of gloom, and almost everyone knew that the old Mr. Malfoy was just wasting his days.

During this time, Lucius almost cut off all unnecessary contact with the outside world, and only kept in touch with Snape because of the potion.He didn't have any extra patience to make that kind of meaningless social contact with other people now, and Snape didn't have any extra words except to deliver the potion for Abraxas on time.

Things changed in May [-], when Lucius Malfoy unexpectedly received a letter from Snape, and the letter was sent by Jody Potter's owl .

The content of the letter was very brief, with only one sentence: "The plan failed. Professor Slughorn left Hogwarts early after the final exam, and his whereabouts are unknown."

When he saw this sentence, the expression of ease that Lucius had managed to maintain these days was finally completely shattered.

Narcissa on the side looked worriedly at her husband's face that suddenly turned pale: "What's the matter, what happened, Lucius?"

"It's nothing, Sissy." Lucius smiled wryly and looked at his wife. "All along, I was too naive."