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Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets was surprisingly difficult to crack.Slytherin could only speed up the embezzlement of the forces that belonged to Voldemort, and kept recruiting people in the name of Malfoy.The pure-blood family talked a lot, and Malfoy was also labeled as "rebellious". Of course, those voices were becoming weaker and weaker.Time passed quickly, and Malfoy Manor was ready for Christmas today. Slytherins and Gryffindors, who were "invited" here to prepare for Christmas, have an unexpected visitor.

Severus Snape appeared on the lawn behind the manor with a gloomy expression.Slytherin and Gryffindor were walking nearby one after the other.

"Rick", Snape approached Gryffindor, his expression became even more gloomy. For so long, he only knew from his mother that Rick was sick and suspended from school, and he wrote a letter to greet him but did not get a response, "It's a little strange to see you here. Surprised me," he said flatly.

"Severus," Gryffindor looked at Snape's gloomy expression inexplicably, and responded, "Merry Christmas!"

Snape took a step back annoyed, wanting to leave.

Gryffindor didn't have a bad impression of the boy, and Irene Snape also had a good impression of him, so he asked kindly, "Did Lucius invite you to Christmas?"

"No," Snape replied with slightly relaxed brows, "he ordered some potions from me, and I'll give them to him today."

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy, who was notified by the elf and worried that his friend would cause trouble, rushed over.

Slytherin, who heard all the conversation between the two, smiled at him.Lucius quickly stopped beside Slytherin and greeted Snape, "Sev! Merry Christmas!"

Snape finally relaxed slightly, took a few steps closer to Lucius, and said dryly, "Merry Christmas, Lucius."

Lucius smiled unchanged, and began to introduce Slytherin, "This is Sigmund Snowton", and then turned to introduce Snape, "This is Severus Snape, I am in Hogwarts An old friend I met when I was studying here."The Slytherin gave him a slight nod, and Malfoy took a few steps forward, continuing to walk shoulder to shoulder with Gryffindor.

Snape watched the private communication between the two in amazement. As a half-blood from Slytherin House, he was more sensitive to things like intrigue than ordinary pure-bloods.

He began to look at the child he had seen once.

The soft silver hair was loosely scattered on the shoulders, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes, and his clothes and manners were even more exquisite than Lucius.It was already winter, and the child was only wearing a shirt and a long robe on his upper body.He remembered very clearly that this way of dressing was liked by many pure-blood noble children who were afraid of the cold and hated bulky clothes.Good quality shirts or robes are embroidered with mithril magic circles for temperature adjustment, waterproof and windproof, which are excellent in keeping warm and easy to move around.There was a rainy and windy Spring Quidditch match, and all the players at that time wore these clothes.

Slytherin asked him to look at him calmly, and said, "Rick is very sick, and he has gotten better recently. He didn't mean not to reply to the letter you wrote."

Snape pursed his lips, and replied politely and indifferently: "It's good that he recovers now."

"It snowed yesterday and it was cold outside, how about we go back inside and have a cup of tea?" Slytherin suggested.

Snape nodded stiffly.Since Lucius cooperated with the child so much, he naturally couldn't refuse too bluntly.

With their own thoughts, the two walked towards the door.

Entering the room, sitting in front of the warm fireplace, Slytherin took a sip of the hot tea served by the house elf. "I once heard Rick talk about you," he said lightly, "Your talent in potions is enviable."

Snape frowned even more.When the boy spoke, he didn't have the respect that children usually show adults, and even had a tone of praise for the younger generation.It made him a little angry, but after the initial slight annoyance, he became restless, even fearful.Lucius' respectful attitude towards the child was evident from the brief glance just now.

"Thanks for the compliment," Snape replied flatly.

The corners of Slytherin's lips curled up slightly, as if his student had some discernment.He began to look at Snape seriously.

He'd first noticed the sullen student when Malfoy had ordered a complex soul-stabilizing potion from him.The little episode at Hogwarts had long been forgotten by him.He still vaguely remembered the general appearance of that student.He is black-haired, thin and small, and his height cannot be seen when sitting on a chair, but judging from his position on the dining table, he still has some strength in Slytherin House.At that time, he also sighed vaguely that after so many years, the students were still seated according to the original habit, but it was only natural when he thought about it.

Now this student has begun to look like an adult man.A trace of the slight sentimentality that he used to have when he saw students returning to school appeared in his heart, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and decided to ask a few questions first.

"Mr Snape, may I call you Severus?"

"Okay," Snape hesitated, but agreed.

Slytherin smiled, "I've been thinking about what to do next, can you give me some advice?"

Snape, distracted by the unexpected question, paused and said, "Do what you want."

"But," said Slytherin, holding his teacup in both hands, "not everyone is free to do what they want."

"Of course we need to work hard to live the life we ​​want." Snape replied, looking at Slytherin suspiciously.

"I feel that if you are not respected by others, there is no way to get that freedom," Slytherin continued to press, and he asked again, "Is there such a way?"

"If you can control your own destiny, you will naturally have such freedom," Snape understood a little, he leaned back in his chair, raised one eyebrow, and replied sarcastically.

Slytherin relaxed, too, and said, "So, are you trying?"

"I work for the Dark Lord," Snape replied flatly.

"That's fine," Slytherin said, with a smirk, "I hope you'll stay the same."

"Of course," Snape replied.

At this time, Malfoy and Gryffindor entered the door, and the original heavy atmosphere in the room was swept away, and it was filled with the joy of Christmas Eve.