[HP] Return late

Severus Snape didn't think of himself as a kind person. On the contrary, he was a true Slytherin, and selfishness and judging the situation were deeply ingrained in his nature.If he had less than a month to live—he certainly wouldn't spend that time feeling sorry for himself, not even a second.That's not to say he doesn't care about friendship, but that's what Slytherin friendship does, and it only shows up when needed.

He strode down the stairs and turned into the corridor leading to the office.The dimly lit torches on the dark, damp stone walls dimly illuminated the passage, and Snape stopped in front of his narrow wooden door.Now that the matter between Lucius and Draco has become an unchangeable foregone conclusion, he can't continue to entangle in this matter. Dumbledore has lost credibility in his eyes-the previous Lily's death, he It is acceptable because Dumbledore was not aware of the traitor inside, and what happened to Draco this time—he punched heavily on the birch door, causing dissatisfaction from the ancient wooden door—even if the child usually Acting as an asshole like his father, immature and not smart enough, but no one has the right to deprive him of the right to live when he hasn't even killed a white mouse.

If it wasn't for Lily, how could he betray Lucius' trust and bring his student into this deadlock.

He shouldn't trust any words of Dumbledore anymore, that old man is as scary as before, no, even more terrifying, he can already fully believe that Dumbledore will sacrifice everything for the final victory.

Snape felt that he was not a heartless, heartless, and emotionless guy. On the contrary, he still liked the child from the Malfoy family very much. He was serious and persistent in doing things. No matter how you looked at it, he was a good material for learning potions.It's just that he also knows in his heart that the weight of this love is definitely not comparable to Lily's, not even Lily's son.

He has already sinned deeply, and if he has to pay for it with anything, he is willing to pay his life for another life.

Opening this door, everything about the Malfoy family was forgotten, and he still had to think about how to give the little cub of the Potter family the greatest protection in the last month.

Mrs. Malfoy - his hand rested on the doorknob.Snape was sure that he was not familiar with this lady at all, and in his memory, there was only a vague image of a blond woman, who should have the same delicate appearance as the other two Malfoys, and the same arrogance that likes to look at people through their nostrils virtue.A woman who always appears in the background of Lucius, never expresses any opinions of her own, and does not have a strong sense of existence.Not at all like her crazy older sister Bellatrix, but rather similar to Regulus Black who disappeared in the early years.

Looking at it now, it really is the same crazy bloodline - openly declared war on the Dark Lord - that woman doesn't want to live.Then, thinking about it, he didn't have to do anything more.

He pushed open the door, entered the office, lit the fireplace with a wave, took off the dragon leather gloves and threw them on the desk, and went to the potion room inside.

The impulsive, irritable and brainless brat of the Lily family always needs everything that can be used for first aid and life-saving.He opened the collection cabinet only to realize that these things were given to the savior, and that reckless stupid lion would certainly not know how to use them.This pissed him off.

He had no choice but to tear open the old book box on the side, and after searching for a while, he found that he had given two relatively elementary potions books to the child he once wanted to take as an apprentice—Draco Malfoy.

After rummaging through and sorting out everything, it was almost early morning when he sent the barn owls away.

Most of his collection of battle magic was still in Spinner's End, and he sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and stepped inside.

Before his eyes could reaccept the unshaking and distorted picture, the instinctive sense of danger made him dodge the oncoming green light.

assailant.

The first thought that flashed through Snape's mind was that the Dark Lord had discovered his betrayal, and the attack level of the comer was obviously superior to his - if it wasn't for the person who was wrapped tightly, he would almost think it was the Dark Lord He went into battle in person—of course, the Dark Lord couldn't come in person. On the night of the decisive battle, he lost a lot of magic power inexplicably, as if those magic powers came very suddenly.For now, he should still be staying at Malfoy Manor with Trembling, conducting new secret dark arts experiments.

New right-hand man he didn't know?Snape frowned, and swung his wand to defend against another attack. The malicious spell hit the bookshelf behind him, and the broken pages scattered like snowflakes. He jumped back to the fireplace, obviously , only there's nothing worth protecting there, and it's easy to move - he's pretty sure he hasn't seen a guy of that size at a Death Eater party a few days ago - thin and not tall - apparently Wormtail wants shorter—then—

"Narcissa Malfoy?" Snape asked quickly, almost being hit by a red light of unknown meaning, all of which were silent spells, and Snape's face became even uglier.

His guess was right, the visitor stopped attacking after hearing this, and took off the hood covering his head, revealing a head of brilliant blond hair, it was indeed Narcissa Malfoy.

"Good evening, Severus." Narcissa put her wand back into her sleeve calmly, lifted the hem of the robe with both hands, crossed her feet, and bowed slightly, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, please forgive me The instinct of a frightened witch."

Having lost the best attack moment, Narcissa was slightly disappointed, but quickly calmed down.If her identity is not discovered, then she will be able to complete her plan for tonight.For Slytherin, it doesn't exist without being discovered by the person involved.She stopped now, but she didn't want to explain to Lucius after she died how she killed his former friend.Moreover, she glanced at Snape's left hand resting on the fireplace. Those who violated the Unbreakable Vow didn't have long to live. Waiting for death was more suitable for punishment than sudden death.

Snape stared at her for a few seconds, pursed his lips, and after a while, he said slowly, "Good evening, Mrs. Malfoy."

"I'm sorry, as a poor homeless woman, I need some potions, and I can't go to the store to buy them openly, so, I think, only you can help me, please look at Lucius's In terms of face—" She deliberately lowered her posture, and this kind of disguise was almost easy for her.

Snape didn't speak this time. He waved his wand to restore the broken furniture from the battle just now, and then he turned his back to her—a gesture of compromise.Narcissa frowned imperceptibly.She hated this man, whether it was his greasy appearance or his behavior, he didn't meet the criteria for picking a man in her social circle.Yet Lucius trusted the man as a friend the Slytherins considered.If it was in the past, Narcissa could barely include him in the category of ordinary friends, but now, this hidden dislike has risen to hatred. She feels worthless for the friendship that Lucius believes, and for her doomed little dragon. And feel angry.

"Come with me," Snape said.

He opened the door in the wall to the right of the fireplace, and a disgusting smell of potions wafted out.Narcissa couldn't help frowning again.She squeezed the wand into her hand again and hid it under the sleeve of her robe. Of course, she was always cautious about the cunning double agent.

The potion master's collection was really unusual, Snape picked out a few bottles of potions that she would use and put them on the table, "I'm not sure what other types you need to add to these."

"□□." Narcissa said with certainty.

Snape turned to another cabinet hidden in the wall, took out a few black bottles the size of a little finger, put them in a dragon leather bag, and handed them to her, "Use with caution, the toxicity is relatively strong, and it will cause serious damage if it touches the skin. attack."

The thing that the potion master called highly toxic must not be ordinary.

"Thank you, Severus." Narcissa smiled sweetly and gratefully, showing no sign of wanting to take the other's life just now.

"No need," Snape said stiffly.

Narcissa put those bottles and jars into a delicate small handbag, pretending not to care and asked: "The Dark Lord is still in my manor recently?"

"Don't do stupid things that don't make sense, Narcissa." Snape said in a low voice, "Even if the Dark Lord is so weak that he is about to die, don't forget that it is now the stronghold of the Death Eaters."

Narcissa raised her face and stared at the man with the sallow face, "You mean he's weak now?"

"There are indeed some problems with his magic power," Snape continued, emphasizing his tone, "but it is still the same magic power as it was in its heyday 15 years ago."

"Thank you for telling me this. Narcissa fumbled in her handbag for a while and took out a small mirror. She put it on the table and said briskly, "So, keep in touch?" "

Snape just nodded silently, picked up the mirror and put it in the pocket of his robes.

"See you later." Narcissa put her hood back on and Apparated away from Spider's End.

This time, she landed in a Muggle residential area. She tightened the cloak on her body. After making sure that there was nothing missing, she walked silently and slowly into a dirty alley. Under the next dim streetlight, she took out her handbag. The potion I just got, leave those dirty parts, and throw the rest into the dense weeds on the side of the road.

The works of potion masters are not easy to use.

She was not at all sure that she could see if there were any small tricks in it. Throwing it away was a prudent and conservative approach. Anyway, for Narcissa Malfoy, whether she was Mrs. Malfoy or the second lady of the Black family, rare potion collections and Things like Jin Gallon are never taken seriously.

The author has something to say:

It's not because of Calvin, but because of some problems with the small essay, I was not in the mood to write it, and it was finally dealt with at night. Alas, another chapter will be published in the middle of the night.

Graduate school or something, it's really painful.