The leader of HP arrives

Severus stood outside the bedroom door, his thick magic robes were soaked with pungent potions and stains, his greasy black hair stuck to his pale cheeks, and the heavy shadows under his eye sockets made him look like a dark man. Ghost, only gauze white gauze on the wrist is dazzling.

Only the damage from the potion accident could not be healed by spells, and it was clear that Gellert and Severus' experiment hadn't gone well.Lucius blinked his dry eyes, looked at the tired potion master in front of him, "Did the soul potion succeed?"

"There is one last option—" Severus' voice was hoarse, and he didn't continue, but Lucius understood what he meant.The formula of the soul potion is complicated, and many potion ingredients have disappeared in the long river of history, so they have to find other substitutes.The previous plans all ended in failure, and there was only one last chance left.If this plan also fails, it means that you can never wake up again.

"You should go to sleep, Severus." Lucius took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart, "You look very bad."

"I want to see him."

"Severus——" This scene seemed familiar, when he was angry and jealous, and rejected Severus' request without hesitation.But this time Lucius wavered, he let the door out, and before the potions master turned the doorknob, he said hesitantly, "Severus, you know—"

The door opened silently, Snape stared at the person on the bed outside the door, but had no intention of going in.Lucius took good care of him, and his face was even rosier than it was three weeks ago.Like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale, waiting for the prince's loving kiss before waking up.

Even if I am not that prince, no matter how much time it takes, no matter what price I pay, I am willing to protect him until the moment he wakes up.

"Master will wake up, Lucius." Severus swore in his heart again, then turned and closed the door, looking firmly at Chief Malfoy.

"I'm worried, Severus." Lucius summoned the house-elf to bring two wine glasses. For three weeks, he slept less and less and drank more and more. It seemed that only alcohol could numb him. sighed, "Sometimes, I even wish he wouldn't wake up—"

Severus looked at the haggard and pale Slytherin wizard in front of him in disbelief, Lucius' voice echoed in his mind, like a sharp knife ripping his mind apart.

Sparks of anger and resentment burned in the potion master's chest, and the long-term panic and despair became the best fuel. He clenched his wand tightly and squeezed out a hoarse and low threat from his chest, "You are a coward, Lucius Malfoy, vile coward. You want to betray him, at a time like this!"

"What are you worried about?" Severus's voice hissed like a poisonous snake waiting to bite its prey, "worried about the master losing Slytherin's power, worried about him becoming a Squib, worried about Joyce's revenge? Or worried about it? He can't protect the Malfoy family? I will never allow you to treat him like this, Lucius Malfoy!"

If you don't want to wake up the master, if you don't want to protect the master, then let me protect him, let me wake him up!Severus' wrist holding the wine glass trembled, the red wine soaked the white gauze, and the alcohol ignited fine pains on the wound, just like the unspeakable extravagant desire in his heart.

"If one day you wake up and find that you have lost everything. You find that you have become a liar that everyone despises, that you have lost your magic power, that you have become a lowly squib, and even suspect that you are not a wizard—— Lucius looked up and drank the glass of red wine. The alcohol relaxed the tense nerves and rationality of the platinum nobleman. He finally sobbed in a low voice, "Whether he is the heir of Slytherin or not, I once swore allegiance to him, I once A promise to protect him with my own life and the honor of the Malfoy family will never waver."

The red wine soaked the gauze, dripping the color of blood from under Severus' wrist, pooling in a small pool on the floor.

Lucius looked down at the bright red color, and couldn't help but recall the pain and blood-stained sheets that the man endured many years ago.

"I just can't stand it. Severus, how can I allow his pride and dignity to be stained, how can I have the heart for him to wake up and bear it soberly?"

"He doesn't have to bear it."

An abrupt voice interrupted Lucius, and the two wizards had already gripped their wands, looking at the unexpected guest warily, almost blurting out an attacking spell.

"Joyce." Lucius recognized the blood race's identity from those bloody eyes. The magic circle and scorching sun in Diagon Alley obviously caused serious damage to the Slytherin blood race. "You'd better leave now."

The power of the contract and the sun's burn made Joyce look weak and embarrassed, but his eyes remained firm, "I'll take Al away. I'll give him a first embrace, and he'll become a vampire with a new life , a new life. I should have done this long ago, my dear brother would not have been hurt like this—”

"Joyce, Ellsvaughn has been dead for hundreds of years." Severus silently cast a few defensive spells behind him and sealed the bedroom door.He is well aware of Joyce's obsession with his master, and he is even more aware of the attitude of the wizarding world towards the vampires. Being a vampire is not a better choice than being a squib.

A piece of brown paper quietly appeared on the coffee table, with Gellert Greenwald's initials signed at the bottom of the paper.

Lucius took a step back and slowly lowered his wand. The Slytherin shrugged and did not attack.He took a deep breath, picked up the kraft paper from the coffee table and unfolded it.The handwriting on the kraft paper was somewhat scribbled, with a few ink marks scattered in the blank space, which was not the usual rigorous style of the Germans.

Gellert's note wasn't very long, and Lucius read the words over and over until he got every letter in his head.Just now, the last recipe also failed.

Desperation and pain almost took away the rationality of the platinum nobleman, but Patriarch Malfoy did not indulge his emotions. He raised the magic spell and cast a silent Occlumency on himself.

The pain and despair dissipated under the effect of the spell, and reason and calmness re-occupied the brain.Lucius refolded the parchment in his hand, poured himself a glass of red wine, turned around and sat down on the sofa, raised his chin and looked at the Slytherin, "Now we can sit down and talk about your suggestion .”

Severus pursed his lips in disapproval, but he didn't refute Lucius' words, even if he didn't read the content of the note, he had already guessed the results of Gellert's experiment.

"You can propose any exchange terms." Joyce sneered, and did not sit down, "But whether you want it or not, I will take El away."

"I have only one condition." The platinum nobleman drank the glass of red wine slowly, and the cold wine flowed down his throat, creating a disgusting impulse in his stomach.Lucius clenched his lips, forced himself to endure the urge, and swallowed all the wine, "I must follow my master. I also want to be a blood."

"Lucius, you're drunk. Have you considered the Malfoy family and Draco? Have you considered the consequences of your decision?" Severus looked at the platinum nobleman in shock, and asked Joyce Before giving an answer, he quickly found an excuse, "Before making a decision, I think you need to drink a dozen hangover potions."

"Severus, I'm sober." Lucius pushed away the pungent potion, "I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoy never regrets his decision. Whether it's a Squib, a Muggle, or a Kindred Well, I will never stop following him."

The platinum noble's gray-blue eyes looked straight into the Potions Master's eyes, as if he could see through the humbleness in Severus' heart, "There is no excuse, no hesitation, and I will never give up, I am different from you, Severus , I will never hurt him, betray him."

"I—" Severus opened his mouth, but no clear words came out.He had hurt that person, had betrayed that person, whether voluntarily or not, this is an indelible stain and punishment.He wanted to refute Lucius' slander loudly, and wanted to stop Joyce's footsteps, but in the end he could only hang down his wand feebly.