live with conscience

December 1989, 12, Christmas.

The wizards who were supposed to celebrate Christmas were all paying attention to a big event that shocked the magic world.

Jack Werner Prince, the last great potion master of the Prince family, a pure-blood family in the wizarding world, was confirmed to have passed away on Christmas Eve.Prince Castle, which had been hidden for a long time, lost its magic power and appeared today.

This can be said to be the leading event in the wizarding world after the savior Harry Potter successfully defeated the Dark Lord.

The Ministry of Magic also urgently canceled the Christmas holiday, and the relevant departments, together with the heads of the few remaining pure-blood families, gathered outside the castle of the Prince family.

The castle that has been in the state of advanced concealment magic can't operate, it can only show that the owner of the castle has returned to Merlin.

Oro maintained order, and the fat and middle-aged Minister of Magic Cornelius Foggy's face was full of red light. Even the heavy snow could not suppress the heat on his body.

The thousand-year-old pure blood potion family, as for the Prince family, the wealth in it almost made his heart beat faster, and he couldn't wait to open this mysterious door.

But in the past, he always appeared immediately when he smelled the fishy smell. Why didn't Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family who put his interests first, didn't show up yet.

Without him, he, the Minister of Magic, would not be able to open the door of Prince's house.

According to the custom, for a family without an heir, the property must be confiscated.

That Malfoy who knows how to make money is not playing any tricks, is he?

As the head of the most powerful pure-blood family today, if Malfoy has any ideas, the Ministry of Magic will have a hard time dealing with it.

All kinds of complicated thoughts were flying in his mind, but they couldn't stop Cornelia Fuji from rushing forward excitedly when he saw the dazzling platinum color.

No matter what Malfoy's idea is, the most important thing now is to open the door of the Prince family first.

"Merry Christmas, Mister Malfoy, it's been a sad Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Minister, indeed, the passing of another pure-blood patriarch is a great loss to the heritage of the magic world."

Unlike Cornelius Fudge's earnest voice, Lucius Malfoy's voice was cold, and even though it was the Minister of Magic who was speaking, his raised jaw did not drop to a polite height.

Nothing could make a Malfoy bow his noble head.

"Uh... this is...." Cornelius Foggy saw the tall man in a black magic robe next to Malfoy with sharp eyes, his aura was quite intimidating and familiar: "Professor Snape? "

Dumbledore's kiss, Hogwarts' new professor of potions, is it possible that even that old man Dumbledore plans to get a foot in Prince's property?

"Very well, Mr. Minister, since we know each other, I don't want to talk nonsense. My friend, Professor Severus Snape, is the only remaining blood relative of the deceased Jack Prince. This time We cannot bypass him for the confirmation of the final inheritance."

Not to discuss, but to tell Cornelius Fugui the result of Lucius Malfoy's decision.

"This..." Of course Cornelius Foggy was unwilling, who would fly away like a boiled duck: "Professor Snape doesn't..." His surname is Prince!

Obviously, Lucius Malfoy did not intend to argue with the Minister of Magic who only loves money and power but does not understand the importance of pure-blood inheritance, so he interrupted directly: "Dear Minister, you know, every pure-blood Families have their own unique set of heir selection methods, which cannot be changed by our will. Neither we nor the Ministry of Magic have the right to interfere. This is tradition!"

Cornelius Fudge:  …

This look of contempt, this tone of contempt, makes people angry!

In the end, the Minister of Magic's protest was invalid and he could only agree.

The patriarchs of several pure-blood families launched magic together, and the closed gate of Prince Castle was finally opened. The whole castle was sealed by strange magic, and there was no trace of life, and depression was everywhere.

Only a weak house elf led the way with a limp and a limp.

"Guests, Lili, Prince's house elf, has been arranged by the master to welcome guests after his death. Please go with Lili. This is the young master."

Except for Lili's big sad eyes that lit up and shed tears when she saw Snape, she showed incomparable resistance to others.

"Even though you are a young master with impure blood, poor Lili still hopes that you can inherit this place. Prince can't break the inheritance, and can't have nothing."

Snape with a black face: ...

In fact, Professor Snape never planned to inherit the Prince family. After going through too much, he slowly let go of his parents, and he has no feelings for his grandfather who has never met in a generation. .

For inheriting a thousand-year-old pure-blood family, he might as well let him get a pot of cold potion to make him feel more interested.

After all, responsibilities and obligations go hand in hand.

You can tell by the rising hairline of your friends even though the hair growth agent keeps on going.

Unfortunately, under the double nagging of the respected elder Dumbledore and the only friend Malfoy, he still came.

But a simple test, he had a feeling they would be disappointed.

As the Dark Lord's confidant, he has access to many things, and he knows how strict the inheritance conditions are for pure-blood families.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the idea of ​​the Dark Lord to gather so many pure-blood families.

Having such a Muggle father, as a half-blood, even though he is very confident in his talents and abilities, but a pure-blood heir, has nothing to do with this.

Soon, they came to the center of the castle, where countless complicated magic patterns and magic circles were carved.

At the center where all the magic lines and magic circles gather, there is a dark and unknown stone.

"Lili heard from her great-great-great-grandmother that it brought people here only when the wizard suffered a catastrophe thousands of years ago and the owner of the family sacrificed for the magic world. Lili is Prince's sinner. Go ahead , impure-blooded young master, Lili can only rely on you. I hope you can succeed."

Snape, whose face was even darker: ...

Can your tone not be so disgusting, or I will still believe you.

It felt like the house-elf was just playing for time, lingering.

Taking a deep breath, Severus silently recited the material formula of the Felicity Elixir, rolled his black robe, and stepped into the magic circle.

Picking up the wand, pointing to his own hand: "Shenfeng Wuying."

呲~

A stream of blood gushed out and splashed on the dark and unknown stone in the formation.

Cornelius Foggy was sweating profusely, swallowing nervously, thinking of Merlin silently, don't succeed, don't succeed.

Perhaps because he heard his prayer, the blood was sprinkled on the stone for a long time, but there was still no reaction from the surrounding area.

Although Severus Snape, who had always been calm, had a hint of disappointment and grievance in his heart, but it was just that, and it was fleeting.

Others would never see the slightest bit from the empty eyes.

Lili, a house-elf in despair: "I'm a sinner, err..."

That terrible voice made Snape very impatient, but facing Lucius who was also disappointed, he couldn't say the sarcasm in his mouth: "I said it earlier, but it's unnecessary."

Cornelius Fuji widened his eyes and tried hard to restrain his smile, but unfortunately he was not very successful, and his entire face was distorted: "Then we can carry out the receiving procedure."

Lucius, whose hope had been dashed, was not feeling well. No one knew better than him what a great loss to the magic world would be without a pure-blooded family.

Just wanted to nod.

However, it was interrupted by the magic lines that suddenly lit up around it.

The elf Lili has already screamed: "No, no, we Prince has a master, a pure-blood master, thank Merlin, there is still hope for Prince."

what?

Everyone stared in surprise at the elf who suddenly became excited.

"The Inheritance Stone told me that Prince has a young master, but the young master is in danger of life, hurry up, impure blood young master, blood, I need your blood! Guide!"

At this time, Snape certainly wouldn't be stingy, and immediately gave himself a sharp sharp edge.

As the blood flowed more and more, the light of the inheritance stone became more dazzling.

But, it seems that it is not enough...

The pale Snape raised his head and drank a bottle of blood tonic, switched hands, and tried again.

Finally, the blood quickly filled the entire magic circle, and white light flashed, so that everyone couldn't open their eyes.

After the white light dissipated, all eyes turned to Snape.

Because in Professor Snape's hand, there was a mass of black lacquer, with bursts of the smell of cooked meat.

what happened?

"No..." Lili's elf screamed immediately: "Quick, I beg you, impure blood young master, quickly save the little master, my poor little master."

Professor Snape is also a person who has experienced war. Even though he is weak due to bloodletting, his instincts are still there.

Before the annoying elf could finish screaming, he threw several sets of healing spells at the child in his arms.

Yes, what appeared in his arms was a burned out unrecognizable, breathing disordered child, estimated to be five or six years old, the kind of vague blood connection that made the usually calm Severus Snape wave his wand The hands were numb.

Maybe it was a wound, or maybe it was a familiar vibration in the soul.

Fortunately, Lucius on the side also made a move immediately, otherwise, he was really afraid that he would recite the wrong spell while throbbing.

"No, the children are too seriously injured, Lili, take them to St. Mungo's immediately." After emergency treatment, Lucius stepped over Severus and ordered: "Leave this to me, don't worry, as long as Prince has an heir , then Prince will definitely continue to exist.”

slap~

"Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy."

Snape and the child he was holding were taken away by Lili in an instant, leaving only the lingering sound of his rapid speech.

Lucius raised his chin again, and put on a rare smile: "Dear minister, I retract my foreword. I think this Christmas is wonderful, and we need to find a place to have a drink."

Cornelius Fudge:  …

No, I don't think so.