The Snake Wife of the HP Professor

Ch.07: Nobility

In the evening at the end of summer, the setting sun lightly envelops the roof, and the rays of light are reflected by the glass into a faint red and lavender. The aroma of food lingers around the girl's crisp singing, floating out from the half-open window, lingering in the courtyard for a long time, fragrant The devil tree swayed with the wind, and the lush branches and leaves swayed softly... This house soaked in human fireworks is so peaceful and beautiful that it is incompatible with the dark and dirty spider's end alley.

In the living room, in front of the short table with a cup of coffee, the boy was sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap. He lowered his head, his black hair was greasy hanging down against his forehead, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed against the edge of the book. His pair of dark eyes are fixed on the content on the page, his expression is serious and focused, and his big aquiline nose stands high and unwilling to be lonely, always seeming to express sarcasm proudly.Sitting there, he was as cold as a sculpture, and the gloomy aura around him was unpleasing; he sat there, as if he had gone through vicissitudes, calm and peaceful, and he no longer saw the lingering silence and despair that had been haunting him ever since.

During the two-month vacation, Snape's body changed slightly. His figure gradually approached that of an adult. He was tall but too thin. However, his complexion, which was originally sallow, looked a lot better. It can be imagined that he has improved in life. a lot.

After reading the last point, he closed the book, leaned back slightly, picked up the coffee and sipped slowly.His eyes slid across the furniture and bookshelves, and finally stopped at the kitchen door inadvertently.He could see the girl's walking posture, the waist-length black straight hair fluttering leisurely on the undulating dress, the charming silver-white snake tail sometimes rolled up and sometimes patted the ground; he could also hear the melodious music, The girl's voice was as melodious as a lark, and the songs sung in an unknown language revealed a kind of plain happiness.

Silver Snake is always so happy and carefree, just like her name, God the Father bestows all good things.

Close to the pot, taking a deep breath of the aroma, Zenobia felt happy: after 18 years, she was finally able to taste the delicious winter melon and old duck soup again. You must know that there is no ordinary duck in the foreign land.A few days ago, she successfully teased Snape to let him go to the Muggle Chinatown to collect some ingredients, but unexpectedly, she bought a live old shelduck... The weather is still a bit stuffy, and the old duck is just right for relieving the heat and nourishing Stew a pot of soup.

Sensing the gaze on her, Zenobia turned down the heat, turned her head and smiled at the thoughtful boy.

She was slowly getting to know Snape's character. His temper was hard and stinky, and his words were vicious and tactful. It was really difficult to get along with.However, peeling off the cold and hard shell, there is deep in his heart a softness that is stingy but real. Only a few people are allowed to touch the softness that is not warm enough but tolerant enough—Zenobia Also not among those very few people, but she, who is cheerful and somewhat naive, has been recognized by the other party and treated specially.In front of this awkward and vigilant man, she gradually worked out a way to get along.Yin Snake, who has no intentions, always tries to share her happy and sunny outlook on life with the other party. On the premise of not touching the bottom line, without premeditation but involuntarily forcing the young man to value her more and more day by day, and tolerate her.

Snape looked away, coughed, and moved his body uncomfortably. The girl's smile was so bright that it seemed to dazzle people's eyes, which made him feel inexplicably happy and a little annoyed.

After waiting for 10 minutes, the soup will be ready. Zenobia cleaned up the kitchen utensils, quickly cut up the chilled fruits and put them on the plate. After pouring over the salad, she slid out of the kitchen with a crystal glass bowl. Squatting down opposite Snape, he put the fruit salad on the table.She smiled and said, "Dinner will be ready soon, let's have some fruit to appetize."

Snape gave a low "hmm".Zenobia looked at the book he placed next to him, and was about to ask something, she straightened up suddenly, with a rare serious expression: "Someone is trying to break in," paused slightly, "it is not weak The wizard... is just ten meters outside the door."

Snape didn't bother to ask how the other party found out, put his right hand on the pocket where the wand was hidden, and walked vigilantly towards the door.

Zenobia quickly swam towards the backyard: "I put up protection, you can open the door directly, he can't see it."

"Lucius?" Snape opened the door, and saw his friend, the head of Malfoy, who cared so much for him before—no, Lucius Malfoy, who had just graduated for a year, hadn't inherited that ancient nobleman yet. , but soon, Abraxas will die suddenly from dragon pox before this year's Halloween. At that time, his young and immature friend will have to take on the heavy responsibility of the family.At this moment, Malfoy maintained his aristocratic posture, turning a blind eye to the dirty alleys at the spider's tail, and stepped on graceful steps carelessly, but it seemed that there was a hidden and transparent wall blocking his sight and path, causing him to wander and wander. Do not come near.

With Snape's decades of experience in his previous life, he could naturally see that there was actually a hint of anxiety and irritability hidden under the relaxed expression of the other party.After observing in silence for 2 minutes, seeing that the noble young man had no intention of leaving, Snape decided to go up to greet his old friend.

"I assume that the heir of the Malfoy family won't get lost like a little troll just because he was curious about the scenery of the Muggle world, wandering back and forth in front of my house for more than ten minutes."

"Oh, Severus." Seeing the house and the boy who seemed to appear suddenly, Malfoy raised his haughty chin slightly, and stretched out his aria, "You know I'm at your door, how can you be so rude, You asked me to look for it for more than ten minutes on purpose." As he spoke, he glanced at the house indiscriminately, "You seem to have changed a lot, my friend."

Snape smirked and said, "Hmm, I thought it would be even more impolite for some people to directly visit someone without prior notice."

After hearing this, Malfoy became even more resentful: "Severus, since the beginning of August, I have owled you three times and wanted to meet you, but the owls couldn't find you. Of course I am worried that something happened to you , I had no choice but to come to the door by myself...Have you stayed at home all this time?"

Snape changed the subject calmly: "Then, what are you trying to talk to me about?" The unexpected state of the owl must have been caused by the "protection" that Zenobia mentioned, but he didn't want to make a fuss about it. Others explained this, "I hope that honorable Malfoy won't waste the time making potions with some afternoon tea questions."

"Of course not. Severus," Malfoy looked at the half-closed door behind Snape, "but are you going to entertain guests outside the door?"

Snape raised an eyebrow: "Why not?"

"Oh! No." Malfoy shook his head and sighed, "Severus, you can't treat your sincere friend like that."

Snape snorted softly, then turned around and invited him into the house—although the changes in the family would definitely arouse the suspicion of this astute old friend, he was not afraid, in fact, Malfoy obviously already had some doubts.It's just that the other party has come to the door, and there must be something important.

As Snape guessed, Malfoy was obviously a little surprised when he walked into the living room.He glanced around implicitly, then glanced at the kitchen - the aroma floating in the air was impossible to ignore - and finally sat down on one side of the sofa, with amused eyes, and glanced at the low table that was still unoccupied. The fruit salad that had been moved, said with a smile in a slow tone: "I assume that the Snape family may already have more mistresses?"

Snape glared at him viciously, and said sarcastically, "Lucius, your brain has been soaked in beauty potions, has it finally stopped functioning?"

"Severus, you don't have to be too shy." Malfoy smiled. "You're almost an adult, and you haven't had a serious relationship yet, which is nothing to be proud of."

"Could it be that you came here today just to promote your amazing romantic history." Snape said dissatisfiedly, "If that's the case, I have no choice but to see off the guests."

"Hey, don't..." Seeing that his friend was really angry, Malfoy stopped joking, suppressed his tentative psychology, and put on a serious posture, "Severus, your potion level is much better now, right? , I heard that you turned down the invitation to the Slughorn Slug Club last year, although the old slug is really cunning and philistine to make people annoying... But I think, as a Slytherin, there is no one who does not yearn for strength and power. Power."

His eyes flickered slightly, and Snape knew that this was Malfoy's plan to recommend himself to the Dark Lord. He remembered that in his last life, at the beginning of the sixth grade, Malfoy revealed a hint of probing meaning. At that time, he was eager to be recognized, Longing for power, one can't help feeling a little impatient.During the Christmas vacation, he also attended Malfoy's first New Year's banquet after becoming the head of the family. There, he met the Dark Lord, and worshiped this elegant and powerful wizard as madly as the little snakes, but he had no background, He was born of mixed blood, except for a little potion talent, there was nothing particularly outstanding to attract the attention of the Dark Lord.After graduating, under the recommendation of Avery and Moore Cyber, he finally got the call of the Dark Lord and became a Death Eater. He also completely lost the only sunshine he once had. A life wasted in confession.

In this life, he will not place his ideals on others.Taking a sip of coffee slowly, Snape was exceptionally lucid. He said flatly, "Prince has devoted his life to the study of potions." Malfoy knew very well that he had half of Prince's blood, and now he just happened to be a half-truth. Half-fake excuse, "Even if I'm just a half-breed Prince."

Malfoy stroked his long, smooth platinum hair, and said in a soft tone, "Oh? I thought you wouldn't want to be a Ravenclaw. Moreover, I have reason to believe that you will definitely become a great master of potions. By then , Power, status, prestige, everything that one expects to have."

Snape raised the corner of his mouth, and instead of commenting on the hidden meaning of the other party, he said, "I thought you came to my house on purpose, not to discuss whether I was a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw." Since the first grade, he and Malfoy have gradually cooperated on potions. Presumably this is Malfoy's purpose, and even cooperation is not the real purpose.He still remembered that Malfoy had consulted him on several difficult issues at that time, and now he thought that the other party might have another layer of thinking——Abraxas died of dragon pox, it was impossible for Malfoy not to try Treated.

Malfoy also showed a smirk: "Severus, you are always so perceptive." He stopped probing around the bush, "I want to cooperate with you, about potions...you always have something amazing about potions With your unique ideas and unique ability to innovate, Malfoy needs a potion genius like you."

really……

Snape pondered for a while, remembering the arrangements he had made during the nine months since his rebirth, and said, "I'm just a student about to enter the sixth grade, Lucius, and I don't think Malfoy is short of potions masters. Besides, I'm time is tight."

"Oh, Severus, don't underestimate Malfoy's vision." Lucius chanted, "I'm looking at the prospect, your immeasurable future... Are you experimenting with some new potion? ?So time is tight. Malfoy can help you, if the rewards are rich enough."

It has to be said that Snape was a little moved by Malfoy's unchanging trust in his past and present life, and his subtle but true care, even though he had other purposes.He didn't continue to whet his appetite, and brought up the topic the other party wanted: "After the gray mold broke out in Ireland last year, I tried to research a new detoxification potion. If it succeeds, the effect will not be comparable to ordinary potions. Removing some of the toxins such as gray mold and dragon pox can at least alleviate the symptoms..."

"Really?" Malfoy lost his composure, but quickly regained his composure. He exclaimed, "You really are a genius."

Snape shook his head: "It's just an idea..." He faked a smile, "Actually, the experiment has encountered a bottleneck, and it is very likely that it cannot go on." The bottleneck is real, but it is not impossible. "Perhaps, Mal Fu was able to solve some small problems with potion materials-in view of your repeated cooperation ideas."

"Of course, my friend." Lucius held his head high, "This antidote will be a great pioneering work in the history of potions. And I believe in your ability."

Snape looked at the sky outside the window: "So, maybe we can talk about the details of cooperation another day?"

Malfoy understood that the other party was issuing an order to evict guests, and he was not in a hurry at this moment. He stood up from the sofa, glanced at the floral tablecloth spread on the dining table, and said with a smile: "Of course, I will not disturb your wonderful dinner time...then , see you later. I hope you can receive the letter from the owl next time."

Snape sent people to the door, and said flatly: "I hope that no one will know about everything today." If the other party was not Lucius, he would never have revealed something, "You know, right now The situation is not optimistic for a half-blood Slytherin who has not graduated." Of course, he believed that Lucius was unwilling to leak anything about the new antidote before Abraxas recovered from his illness.

Malfoy nodded: "You should trust me, whether it's about the medicine, or..." He glanced at the salad on the low table, "Today, I have been in France all the time. I have to send Narcissa a small gift later. Perhaps, you will also receive some potion ingredients."

Note: Malfoy is assumed to be a third year older than Snape