[HP] Snake

It was still the bar, I sat in that remote corner, ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea, and sat quietly all night.

Once, twice, three times...

This is already the fifth time since the summer vacation started.

Every three or four days, I would sit here for one night, in the form of Aurette.

But, Severus, not even once.

Every time I leave, I can't distinguish between my complicated emotions, whether I'm glad that he didn't really fall in love with Aurette, or feel disappointed that I didn't have the chance to get close to him again.

Walk out of the bar, turn to the side alley, and Apparate back to Sinister.

Lucius was sitting in the shop, still looking reserved and arrogant, holding the snake staff in his hand, rubbing the snake's head with his slender fingers.

"Good day, Harry." The moment he saw me, his eyes blinked twice briskly, concealing the fleeting look of anticipation.

"Good day, Lucius."

"Harry, you're back." Jill sat on the counter with a bored expression on her face, playing with her wand in her hand. From time to time, a few lights appeared from the tip of the wand. When she saw me coming back, she jumped up suddenly, almost out of control. The magic power almost threw a red light over.

"Well, Jill, you must concentrate on practicing magic control, and close your business today."

"Okay." Jill flicked his wand, and Sinister was immediately closed, and the door would also be written closed.

"Come with me."

Pushing open the door leading to the basement, smiling at him sideways, and then walked in.

Jill went straight to his lab, and I led Lucius to the door of the room.

[For the ultimate in magic. 】

The door opened slowly, and Lucius looked at me with unconcealed surprise, turned his body slightly, and raised his right hand to point into the door.

"Come in, Lucius."

The door closed automatically, and Lucius took a few steps inside, looking at the room without any trace.

"How about it?"

"This is the laboratory?" Lucius turned around and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"No, this is my third home." Shaking his head, he walked straight inside.

"A third home?"

"Well, the first one is Salazar's manor, the second is the office of Dean Lisslytherin in the Hogwarts cellar, and the third and last one is here." Fingers stroked the long hair The cabinet has a slightly rough touch, but it makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

"Head of Slytherin's office? You mean—"

"That man," he couldn't help being a little amused when he heard his eager question, he and Severus were friends after all, "it's really cute, isn't it, Lucius."

The people behind fell silent for a moment, and then let out a few faint laughs.

"Yes, that's right."

"You came today because you want to see him." Pointing to the notebook with a black cover on the side table, he looked sideways at the smiling man.

"……Yes."

He took out a bottle of soul potion from the cabinet, walked over, opened the cover, dripped three drops on the page, and tapped it with his fingertips.

"Riddle, come out, Lucius Malfoy wants to see you."

Riddle quickly absorbed the potions, and his figure slowly appeared above the notebook.Riddle, who has fused two Horcruxes, already has all the memories before the age of 26. Although his appearance is still the same as when he was 16, his body is much more solid than before.

"Godfather, good day." Lucius greeted politely, with no clear expression on his slightly drooping face.

"Lucius? Abra once said that he would give his child this name. Then, you are my godson, Lucius Malfoy." If you don't look at his feet floating in the air, his It looks like a normal person.

"Yes, Godfather." Lucius raised his head, still smiling, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Then, Lucius, what do you want me to do?" Riddle narrowed his brown eyes, transformed himself into a dark green single sofa by the table, and sat on it.

"Godfather, I... I really hope you can remember it soon..." Lucius stroked the snake stick in his hand, and the smile on his lips showed a bit of nostalgia.

"I think you have some personal matters to talk about?"

"...Yes." Lucius froze for a moment, then nodded.

"You can take Riddle back, you know, I need to rest now." He shook the potion bottle containing the light golden liquid in his hand lightly and smiled.

"Harry, you mean..." Riddle was also stunned.

"Don't worry, as your godson, as my friend, Lucius is absolutely trustworthy."

"Thank you very much." Lucius nodded with a smile, inexplicable excitement and ecstasy flashed in his gray-blue eyes.

"Then, Riddle, see you next time."

"See you next time, Harry." Riddle stood up, waved away the sofa, and returned to his notebook.

"Lucius, three drops a day, absolutely not more, otherwise, his soul will collapse." Passing the medicine bottle and notebook together, he told him.

"I see." Lucius nodded, took the medicine bottle and notebook with a serious face, and carefully put them into the dark pocket inside the robe, and pressed them against his chest, a little softness flashed in his eyes with obsession.

It seems that the godfather and son...

However, this has nothing to do with me, does it...

After sending Lucius away, I lay down on the four-poster bed in the room. The exhaustion from a sleepless night and the numbness from drinking alcohol came to my brain, and I fell into a deep sleep not long after.

—One morning, the Hogwarts owl delivered the Hogwarts Express ticket and the book purchase list for the new semester.

Standard Spells, Level [-], by Miranda Goshawk

Breaking with the Banshee, by Gilderoy Lockhart

Walking with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags, by Gilderoy Lockhart

Walking with Trolls, by Gilderoy Lockhart

Sailing With Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

A Year with the Tibetan Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gilderoy Lockhart, as you can tell from the titles of these idiots, is Dumbledore's going to get the sensationalist into Hogwarts.

At least I hope this person winks, spends this year peacefully, and doesn't do anything to annoy me...

Almost as soon as I put this list down, the Malfoy's white falcon brought Draco's letter.

Dear Harry:

Good day.

I assume you have also received a Hogwarts book order.

Maybe, I can take the liberty of inviting you to go shopping in Diagon Alley together?

looking forward for your reply.

Yours sincerely,

Draco.

Fetch a piece of parchment and write with a pen.

Dear Draco:

Good day.

It's my honor.

Yours sincerely,

Harry.

He handed the letter to the haughty white falcon and watched it fly away with a smile.

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"What an extraordinary moment this is! I would like to take this wonderful occasion to announce a little thing that I have been holding back for a while. When young Harry walked into the Lichen Bookstore today, he just Wanted to buy my autobiography, and I would give him the book for free on the spot! But he didn't know that he would soon get something more valuable than my book "I Can Be Magical", in fact, he and his classmates Will get a real, magical version of me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce that this September, I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the man beside him in a blue robe and a pointed hat. He smiled quite heartily, and his two rows of bright white teeth almost dazzled the eyes of others, adding to his pretty good appearance. A bit stupid, and the magic power on his body is even more chaotic, pitifully weak.

The surrounding flashes kept flashing, and puffs of purple smoke came out, and the entire entrance of Lihen Bookstore was full of noise. Many Hogwarts girls and even a large group of middle-aged women were desperately Squeeze inside.

Draco, who was standing far away by the door without a trace, blinked, a little annoyed at the decision to come shopping today in order to test this person in advance, thinking that this Gilderoy Lockhart should be in Something to do before going to Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry." He spoke in an appropriate volume, with a sneer on his lips.

"Oh, Harry, what do you want to say?" The flower peacock said with a smirk, its body turned sideways so much that I had to dodge to the other side.

"Mr. Lockhart, I think we don't know each other well, please put your hand off my shoulder. And, please don't call me by my Christian name impolitely, please call me Mr. Slytherin."

"Oh, Harry—" His face froze slightly, and then he laughed even more exaggeratedly.

"Shut up! If I haven't said it clearly enough, maybe my wand can make you realize what kind of lesson you will get if you call my Christian name privately." Pulling out the holly wand, he sneered Raised.

"Oh, underage wizards are forbidden to use magic during holidays." A middle-aged woman said in the crowd.

"Merlin, he pointed his wand at dear Mr. Lockhart."

The crazy women at the door became more excited and squeezed in more eagerly.

"It seems that today is really not suitable for shopping in Diagon Alley. Then, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, I look forward to the day you come to Hogwarts. At that time," I paused and lowered my voice. Voice, "I'll treat you well."

The author has something to say:

———————————— A small theater that continues to convulse—————————

LM: Godfather, godfather, do you still remember the little Luke in the crib in the third room on the right hand side on the second floor of Malfoy Manor 36 years ago? !

TR: ...

LM: Godfather, godfather, how can you forget me? !Our flowers are under the moon, our vows of eternal love, our love is stronger than gold!

TR: ...

LM: Godfather, godfather, the mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders are shaking, the summer is raining and snowing, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to break with you!

TR: ...

Mouxi: Pfft, Father L, I'm poor...

LM: Avada—