HP heard I should be a Death Eater

The civil war in the British wizarding world is becoming more and more tense, and Dumbledore and the Dark Lord have completely torn their faces on the bright side.Theoretically, a Death Eater with wounds all over his body after performing a mission really shouldn't go to Hogwarts and throw himself into the trap.However, what is ridiculous is that when facing the bus conductor's question, Signus actually only had the majestic Hogwarts Castle in his mind, and even Black's ancestral house was forgotten by him.

The bus stopped at the edge of Hogsmeade, Signus got off the bus slowly, hesitated for a while, and chose to walk to the Honeydukes shop.He knew there was a secret way into Hogwarts there.

During the Christmas holiday, there are only a dozen students left in the school. Tonight, they will have a simple Christmas dinner with the remaining professors.Not worried about meeting anyone, Signus swaggered down the corridor and back to the cellar.

As for Dumbledore, Signus didn't expect to hide it from him at all, and if he wanted to cause trouble, he could just come.

Slytherin students never stay at school on Christmas Eve.Signus walked across the empty common room, where the fireplace wasn't even burning, and pushed open the bedroom door.The time limit for the compound potion has expired, and the clothes on his body turned back into a blood-stained black robe. He tore off the buckle, threw the robe on the ground, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and kicked off his dragon leather boots , and sat down on the rug by the bed.

"Seven wizards." He leaned his head back against the bed and murmured softly.

"Seven what?" Snape's voice came out of nowhere.

Signus turned his head and saw the other party standing at the door of the bathroom, staring at him with a frown. He didn't know whether he was struggling with his sudden return to school, or he was worried about his sudden return to school in this ghostly appearance.It was only then that Signus belatedly noticed that the fireplace was burning and the lights were on in the dormitory, and there were obvious signs of people living on Snape's side.

"What's the matter with you?" Snape walked in front of him, condescendingly looked at his injuries, and frowned even deeper.Signus couldn't figure out whether he was looking down on him for being dirty or caring about him.

Fortunately, Snape didn't wait for his answer, turned around and took out a bottle of potion from his cabinet and threw it in his arms: "I made it myself, if you are worried, you don't have to drink it."

Having said that, Signus had no choice but to drink it.

"Why don't you go home?" He asked casually, playing with the empty bottle.However, I don't know what kind of sensitive nerve this question hit Snape. His face that was still cold just now was full of annoyance, and he gave him a vicious look: "It has nothing to do with you. But why did Master Black appear on Christmas Eve?" School? Is the Black family finally going to give up their heir?"

Signus was helpless: "I don't want to go back like this."

"That's a pity. I think the potion prepared by the Black family for the heir may be better than mine." Snape said sarcastically.

"That's for sure." Signus smiled, and said before Snape got really angry, "But I'd rather stay here with you than go home."

Snape rolled his eyes, looked at the young master who was sweating profusely due to the healing of the wound, but insisted on supporting his face, turned and walked towards the door.

"Why are you going?"

Snape said coldly without looking back, "Go find some leftover bread for you."

Signus was alone in the room, and the sound of Snape's footsteps gradually receding in the corridor, at which point Signus finally slumped his shoulders and indulged his exhaustion.

There was no cold winter wind, no Muggle pedestrians on the streets, no Snape's cold face, in the warm and bright bedroom, Signus sat on the soft carpet, leaning against the particularly comfortable bed he had made. On the big bed, the blood in that Muggle cottage rushed out instead, as if mocking his misunderstanding of himself.

Born to be an executioner?

Ha ha!If this is the case, then he should easily forget the 7 dead people, instead of recalling it over and over uncontrollably, until the obsessive-compulsive disorder restores every detail in that house.

With one hand on the carpet, he got up slowly, stumbled into the bathroom, and threw up on the toilet.

When Snape came back with a plate of fresh food, the dormitory was empty. If it wasn't for some young master's robes littering the floor, it would have been a dream of him just now.He put the dishes down and went into the bathroom to find Signus leaning against the toilet, retching.The man was dripping wet, and the blood had been washed away, but he didn't know what was wrong. He didn't take off his clothes when he washed himself, and his shirt and pants were stuck to his body.

"Merlin." Snape leaned against the door and muttered in disgust, "What the hell have you been doing?"

Signus glanced back, Snape was taken aback by his red eye sockets, just thinking about whether to be gentle with him, he heard Signus smiled shortly, and said, "Kill me!" .”

"What?" Snape asked reflexively, staring at him blankly.

Signus leaned back against the wall and looked up at Snape: "Do you recognize the black cloak outside?"

Snape shook his head.

"That's a Death Eater's robe."

"What?" Snape froze again.

Signus raised his eyebrows: "It's been a semester, you should know something about the magic world."

"But..." Snape opened his mouth, he wanted to say, but you are only a fifth year, and the Death Eaters want you?Remembering that Signus is the heir to the Black family, there must be something different.

He is also a Slytherin. He heard that many students worshiped that person here, so he may not have the desire for power in his heart.But for some reason, seeing Signus at this moment, Snape didn't think it was an honor to join the Death Eaters in fifth year, at least not for Signus.

"You don't like killing?" Snape asked.

His tone when he mentioned the word murder was too calm, and Signus couldn't help laughing: "I can't tell. How about you? First-year kid, aren't you afraid?"

Snape shook his head, he didn't know what to think of, and then showed that trademark sarcastic smile: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

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