The leader of HP arrives

When the last stroke of the Dark Mark was painted on the arm of Barty Crouch Jr., this unhappy banquet finally saw off the last guest.

"Reculus Black, what are you doing here?" Severus looked at the boy who was blocking the corridor, the dark evening dress wrapped the boy tightly, but he still caught a faint hint of the potion Smell, "Little Mr. Black wants to imitate your stupid brother and personally verify the defensive magic of the magic circle?"

"A letter from that Mudblood from Gryffindor." Regulus held the thin parchment envelope between two fingers and handed it to Severus, but he didn't let go, "As you said, Sirius and Gryffindor have had a close relationship, and I hope you won't make the same mistake, Master Snape."

"Regulus Black, instead of meddling in your own business, you might as well practice your healing spells." Lily Evans' signature on the light yellow parchment came into view, and Severus squinted his eyes and forced out from Regulus. Les took the envelope away, "Why, do you still need me, a humble half-blood Slytherin, to send you back to Hogwarts, Master Black?"

"There is an interesting rumor circulating in Hogwarts recently." Regulus slightly lowered his head and looked at the gift box that he had been carrying all the time, his tone full of playful sarcasm, "About the rumor that the heir of the Potter family proposed to the Mudblood , the rumored heroine is named Evans. Just two days ago, a Mudblood broke into the cellar and begged me to forward this letter to her most loyal and closest Slytherin friend. What do you think about this? Master Snape?"

"As I said, don't mind your own business, Regulus Black!" There were footsteps coming from far and near in the corridor, and Severus subconsciously pushed Regulus out of the hall by the collar Outside the door, "Monitor Peter Pedilu, remember your own mission, and don't do anything unnecessary. Now, go back to Hogwarts immediately!"

"This is the treasure of the Black family. Bella is going to give it to the master as a gift, but—" Regulus staggered a little, and a few dark blood stains appeared on his chest, but the little nobleman did not care. After cleaning it up, he put the gift box in his hand on the ground, and activated the door key with one hand, "However, I think you need it more tonight."

"I hate you, Severus Snape, most of all!"

The day I left Spider's End is still clearly engraved in my memory, but Lily's voice seems like a world away.Severus took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers tore off the sealing wax on the parchment, the familiar font appeared before his eyes again.

"I don't know who to turn to for help, Sev dear. I don't want to tell Mom and Dad about it yet, and I can't bring it up to Petunia, who, you know, doesn't like anything wizard-related. I can ask for help." Only you, dear Sev, I want you to keep this secret for me, because you are one of my most trusted friends in the world. Just yesterday, James proposed to me.

I haven't decided whether to say yes to James' proposal, so I'd like your advice.Sturgis thought that my relationship with James would not be blessed, and even the Order of the Phoenix, the Potter family would not accept a mistress from the Muggle world.It makes me feel uneasy, Sev, that Sturgis' suggestion makes me feel like I don't belong in this wizarding world. "

"Severus Snape." Dongfang frowned and looked at the distraught Slytherin in front of him. The magic headband that had been devoted to his duty a few hours ago was nowhere to be found. The black hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders. The crisp magic robe was pulled by the branches and soaked in the lake water beyond recognition.In fact, if the bright moonlight hadn't aroused my interest tonight, the potions master at Voldemort's Manor would have been a lonely soul in the lotus pond at this moment.

"I never knew you were such an alcoholic, Severus."

There was a loud belch in response, and Severus' eyes were dazed, obviously already deprived of his sanity by the alcohol.Dongfang raised his eyebrows, reached out to stop the wine bottle that Severus was about to pour into his mouth, a small wisp of emerald liquid slipped down the corner of Severus' mouth, and slowly disappeared into his collar, As the skin temperature transpired, a burst of rich absinthe breath permeated.

The bitter smell, clear jewel color, and the gorgeous bottle carved from pure white crystal all highlight the preciousness of the liquid inside, a herbal wine brewed from the endangered magic absinthe.The rare magical plant is mentioned in the only remaining ancient books on herbal medicine in Britain, and in the era of black magic, magic absinthe was often used in certain love magic.The wizards at that time seemed to think that the magic absinthe could open the gate of the underworld, and had the ability to communicate with the souls of the undead or the living. With the power of the magic absinthe and the spell, it could summon the power from the underground to fulfill the wizard's love.

It's just that the era of black magic has long since declined, and the more powerful the power, the harsher the constraints.In the modern age where ancient magic circles and profound spells have been lost, the effects of these rare magic materials are even less than a tenth or two.But even the most common absinthe in the Muggle world needs to add three to five times the amount of ice water to reconcile the alcoholic strength and bitter taste of the absinthe itself, rather than drinking with one's heart like Severus.

"Master—" The night chill gradually seeped into the drenched fabric, and the biting chill somewhat brought back a bit of sanity, Severus shivered slightly, struggling to prop up his tired eyes to notice the red color in front of him Cloth, and water stains clearly visible on the fabric.The absinthe left by Regulus was only a little bit left in the crystal bottle, and another crystal cup filled with emerald green liquid was in the master's hand.The rich bitterness of absinthe was mixed with the sweet scent of African tropical water lilies, drifting away with the evening wind. At this time, no one expected what kind of fate Regulus' unintentional gift would bring.

"Since you're awake, go back to sleep." Dongfang casually glanced at the distressed Severus, leaning against the pillar of the gazebo, supporting his bent knee with one hand, and slightly raised the other hand, the emerald green liquid was slightly The brightness of the moonlight flows into the mouth.In just half a year, the black hair that originally reached the ears has grown to the length of the shoulders under the nourishment of the magic power, which also proves the rapid growth of the magic power in the past six months.The bitter liquid flowed down his throat, Dongfang glanced at the few strands of hair entwined around his fingertips, and said that it was born from his heart, or, this could only prove that he was unforgettable to Heimuya and that man, right? ?

This kind of moonlight is as clear as it was back then, but there is no longer that jar of full-bodied Nurhong, and there is no longer that person who sings to wine——

Scattered black hair hangs down on the back of the chair, the buttons of the white shirt have been unbuttoned, the collar is open to reveal the elegantly shaped collarbone, most of the crimson shawl has slipped off, forming complicated shadows.Under the hazy moonlight, the blood-colored eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, washing away the usual indifference, flowing with a lustrous luster like jewels, and the cherry-colored lips slowly opened and closed, as if reading out in a low voice. A familiar name——

Familiar pictures began to slowly appear in front of her eyes. This was an illusion fabricated by Meiwa based on the pictures in her memory. She could even tell which part came from reality and which part came from fabrication.Now I should go back to the bed in the bedroom and end this absurd night with a bottle of water of life and death, but the scorching heat of the alcohol is spreading to the limbs with the blood flow, even the determined potion master can't Control your eyesight anxiety.

"Please let me be your humblest servant, great master, please allow me to be your sword, your wand, whatever—" Severus seemed to hesitate, but the hoarse voice was still uncontrollable It flowed out of my mouth, "Other than that, I have nothing left. Whether it's my mother, my family, or Lily, I don't want anything anymore—please let me follow in your footsteps, Even if it’s just the humblest servant, I don’t need anything—I just hate myself like this, the Muggle blood flowing in my body, the poverty and embarrassment, and the contemptuous eyes of Gryffindor. Just trying to be a real Slytherin."

"Severus, I allow you to step down." Dongfang sighed slightly, but what responded to him was the subtle sound of Severus' cold fingers, slightly rough fingertips moving against the fabric .

Whether it is magic, wealth, or power, there are many ways for Slytherin to express loyalty, but the most straightforward but most difficult to choose is the sincerity in the body.It is not uncommon for young Slytherins to play on the spot, but choosing such a humble female to lie under another Slytherin is undoubtedly a cruel compromise to the pride that Slytherin has always regarded as life.In his memory, even at the beginning of establishing the Death Eaters, he had never personally done such a thing in his most ruthless years.

But I don't feel disgusted, even though it is very clear that Severus's current holding can only be regarded as the category of drunken promiscuity, even if it is very clear that the restlessness in his heart at this moment is probably also due to his innocence for more than half a year Lust and the aphrodisiac effect of absinthe, even felt that Severus' jerky and hesitant fingers could not help but make people feel affectionate.

Maybe it's the same background, maybe it's the same thirst for power, maybe it's the talent shown by Severus, or maybe it's just the inadvertent ignorance of this young Slytherin, which always arouses his own curiosity. thoughts.It is also true that I have repeatedly condoned Severus' overreach.

The somewhat dull complexion under the moonlight was revealed little by little as the fabric slipped. Dongfang hooked his fingertips, and the last button also slipped away. The wet chest was covered with fine and light scars. , two light cherry colors almost pale under the moonlight.The untouched body under the palm trembled slightly, and the pale blood visible to the naked eye spread down from the cheeks, and the goosebumps that kept popping up due to nervousness made the skin that was not smooth and smooth to the touch present a kind of fine sand. texture.

"Stay back, Severus." Dongfang sighed softly, untied his shawl to cover the young man's restless body, stared at Severus' clenched fingers for a moment, and finally let go Slowing down the tone, "I allow you to step down."