[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

"He is my child."

To Snape, this sentence was like a huge thunder that exploded in his ears, making his originally sober brain buzz.

Of course, our Potions Professor, who has always been very strong in the face of pressure—and also a senior double agent, managed to protect his now very confused mind.

With his excellent Occlumency, at this moment he is so grateful to Dumbledore for teaching him Occlumency.

Obviously the elf didn't realize how shocking his words were to the poor potions professor in front of him.

He looked at Snape who seemed unresponsive, pursed his lips, and said again: "He is a friend Malfoy admits... I think Malfoy has someone who knows what happened during the 50 years I left." Pausing for a moment, still did not find any marks on Snape's face, "I need to know the most detailed."

Snape came back to his senses and thought about it for a while - at the same time, he also counted the years a little bit, knowing that the last few generations of Malfoy didn't end well.

His dark and empty eyes slightly raised, still calm, "I think the person who can tell you the most detailed story is no longer here." His sickly pale lips were slightly pulled, and fine wrinkles piled up on his face. Formed a weird-enough to scare a child's expression.

Xia Chuan couldn't figure out what the other party's emotions were. Similarly, in this somewhat inexplicable confrontation, he still maintained a calm and calm posture and waited for the other party's next words.

"The current head of the Malfoy family... Lucius Malfoy, the son of Abraxas Malfoy."

Xia Chuan paused for a moment, stared at Snape and blinked, a little dazed and unresponsive.

"Abu's...son?" Xia Chuan repeated, and then he didn't say anything, as if he was being strangled by something.

The last time he saw little Malfoy, Abu was only a little bit older... Xia Chuan slightly lowered his head and looked at his waist, which had just reached his waist.

Tom was even smaller.

Snape didn't give Xia Chuan more time to remember anything, he withdrew his weird expression, looked at Xia Chuan who was in a daze, and told Xia Chuan a not-so-good fact in a deep and hoarse voice: "Abraxas Malfoy Has returned to Merlin's embrace."

Snape paused, and finally swallowed back the cause of Abraxas Malfoy's death.

Maybe the cause of death can irritate the person in front of him, but it will inevitably make him feel that it triggers Malfoy's dignity and face, which is not good for him - even a friend that Malfoy admits needs to understand the other party's bottom line.Choreographing a dead Malfoy, whoever did it, was a provocation to the Malfoys, even if it was behind the scenes and they didn't know it.

And as a qualified Malfoy friend, Snape was very self-conscious.Malfoy has provided him with a lot of convenience, and he doesn't want to lose this friendship.

Snape shifted his body and relaxed his clenched fists.

The cold air in the cellar touched the sweat in his palms, and the chilly feeling spread to the bottom of his heart, making him shiver a little.

"Oh..." Xia Chuan finally came to his senses, and a meaningless word came out of his throat.

What Snape said did not affect Xia Chuan's determination to seek more detailed information from the Malfoy family, but only caused some obstacles for him to learn the information.

"I forgot to say that Abraxas Malfoy did not leave any portraits." As the head of the family who led the Malfoy family to the pinnacle of glory in the past century and also paved the way for a downhill road, it is hard to say except the cause of death Outside of export, it is really difficult to distinguish merits and demerits.

At the same time, because of his sudden death, he did not leave a portrait—there were several vacancies in the Malfoy family clan, and the newly opened one belonged to Abraxas Malfoy.

"..." Xia Chuan looked at Snape for a while, then pouted. "Well, I think you know something."

Snape snorted and seemed satisfied with the compromising attitude of the young man in front of him.With dark eyes, he stared at Xia Chuan's equally dark but energetic eyes, and said with affirmative tone: "Mr. Jalan Nord, I think your child is already dead—died by a child who is going to school today. child's hands."

"Impossible." Xia Chuan retorted almost as soon as Snape finished speaking.

First of all, Tom is still alive, only in the form of a soul.

Secondly, he didn't believe that the child he had trained for four years and arranged a very open path would be defeated by a kid who was only 11 years old now.

This unscientific!

"That's the truth!" He choked on the other side's almost non-stop rebuttal, but Snape didn't intend to give the other side any more information.

For example, he would not say that Dumbledore prepared some tests for the savior, and even asked his old alchemist friend for the Philosopher's Stone in order to train the little savior.

Nor would he say that the stupid trial that made him laugh also had the purpose of seducing someone.

Dumbledore was vague, but Snape was not an idiot, he could feel it clearly - probably all the marked Death Eaters could feel it, the dim Dark Mark on their left arms has gradually faded in recent years It became thicker, and just these few days, Snape even felt a little itchy where the Dark Mark was marked.

This is by no means a good sign.

And after Dumbledore called him to the headmaster's office late last night and asked him to show him the Dark Mark, Snape was more certain of his guess.

That person is not dead yet!

Aware of this, Snape only notified the Malfoy family, apart from being a little frightened.As for other nobles, that is not something he can intervene, and he is not willing to intervene at the same time.

The Malfoy family knew that he was working for Dumbledore.

At the same time, the Malfoy family's declaration in court in order to break away from the Death Eaters' camp will undoubtedly make the one who made a comeback angry.

They are grasshoppers tied to the same rope, and it is not easy to separate them.

Of course, there is also the selfishness of being a friend.

Dumbledore told him not to be afraid.The Dark Lord didn't summon them with the Dark Mark, which meant they were inconvenient, or simply unwilling to meet.

The wise old man even ruled out the possibility that the Dark Lord suspected Malfoy and Snape of being unfaithful.

With the style of the Dark Lord, those who are not trusted by him but have access to the core power will definitely be killed in public.

And not only Malfoy and Snape were not summoned, but Azkaban was also silent.

You know, the fanatical loyalists of the Dark Lord all fell in love with the dementors in Azkaban, and most of them with a bit of brains are still running their families safely.

Dumbledore has his own sources, he knows how to use what the Dark Lord needs to kill him completely, and he can also know what kind of state the Dark Lord is now.

But Snape couldn't, and Dumbledore didn't tell him more.

Years of espionage made Snape vigilant, but he didn't worry too much about himself. Instead, he thought more about the Malfoy family.

The person he cared about was dead, and he had figured it out years ago that Dumbledore had kept him alive out of guilt or something, but Harry Potter didn't need his protection.

The little savior has Dumbledore's support and the attention of the whole magic world, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

I just heard that the little savior has a pair of lake green eyes as clear as his mother...

"My child will not die so easily." Xia Chuan looked back at Snape indifferently, "He is good enough, strong enough, elegant enough, and his blood is noble enough!"

How like the words of those stupid, paranoid, and crazy nobles who pursue purity!Snape twitched his lips, squinted his eyes, recalling everything about that person.

Snape took a deep breath, looked at Xia Chuan, thought about his friend for a while, and decided to take a risk - he believed that Malfoy, who still had some brains, would not mess things up.

"Yes, as a Parseltongue, as a noble Slytherin... he is very good, powerful, and elegant." Snape stood up, raised his chin slightly, and was sensitive to find that the other party did not refute that the man was A Slytherin.Mr. Spy, who has been dealing with Malfoy for a long time, has learned the other party's posture ten to ten, "But, I think if Mr. Jalan Nord's brain is not destroyed by the scream of the mandrake—man, it will changing."

He glanced at the fireplace, "If you want to go to Malfoy's house, my fireplace works."

Yes, when he first joined the Death Eaters, that man was elegant, noble, and powerful, and his excellence was impeccable, perfect.

Only gradually, his obsession with magic and his ambition for the magic world gradually turned into a paranoid pursuit and a distorted desire.

Snape didn't know what made such an excellent person become like this, until once he saw Lucius was punished with heart and bone, and he suddenly woke up from his fanatical admiration for that person.

In the somewhat cool Potions Office, Snape quietly read the Potions Handbook brought out from the restricted area.

I hope Malfoy can find some chance from that strange person surnamed Jalan Nord-they have been working hard for more than ten years to completely escape the shadow caused by that person.

It is said that the Malfoy family has had a close relationship with that man since his school days or even earlier, so they probably know more than him.

About the Dark Lord, about Celegorm Jarannold.