HP heard I should be a Death Eater

The library was very quiet. Signus looked around boredly for a while, then lay down on the table, looking at Snape's serious side face, his mind was full of wild ideas.

This little devil is only 11 years old, but he doesn't like to play at all. He hugs the textbooks that other children avoid all day long.Signus himself hated sitting in the classroom when he was 11 years old, and Sirius was about the same. Regulus may not skip class, but that is because Regulus has the ability to concentrate on his own affairs anywhere, and skip class. Not skipping class means little to him.Don't Snape's and their brothers' brains look the same?

He also had such a stern face when he was at home, with a cold look?

Signus thought about these unanswered questions, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep. It wasn't until Snape pushed him awake two hours later that he felt a particularly sore neck and waist.This is the first time that the young master has experienced the pain of sleeping on the table. Snape saw him frowning, twisting his neck with one hand, rubbing his waist with the other, and standing up in a strange posture. He couldn't help a slight smile .It's a pity that this smile was too short to be noticed by anyone.

"Let's go back." Snape said, picking up the unfinished book, ready to register it for borrowing.

"I thought you'd finish it here." Signus said after Snape, rubbing his neck.There were very few library books in their dormitory, so Snape probably preferred to read them in the library rather than borrowing them.

"Forget it today." The first grade walking in front glanced back at him, and his eyes fell on the Quidditch team badge that had not been removed from his chest suggestively: "You'd better not be with me tonight." It's wasted here."

It was already late when the two of them left the library, there were no other students in the dark corridor, and all they could hear were the echoes of their footsteps.Signus followed Snape lazily, staring absent-mindedly at the top of his head, not even noticing which way they took, they had already reached the cellar.

"Password." The portrait at the door stared at them both as if they were Gryffindors drinking Polyjuice Potion and trying to sneak in.

"Pure blood." Snape replied blankly.

The portrait opened slowly, and Signus entered behind Snape, unable to hold back a small laugh.

"Don't you think the Slytherin passphrase is kind of silly? Pure blood. Like it's a case of not being able to figure it out," he said.

Snape sneered, but made no reply.

They walked through a small narrow passage behind the portrait, their sight suddenly opened up, and the house was full of bustle.The celebration party for the Quidditch team had begun a long time ago, most people were already excited, and the common room was ten times noisier than usual.Signus couldn't help frowning, but the Slytherins didn't give him a chance to escape, pulling him into their circle of friends as soon as they saw him.It belonged to the circle of the heirs of the major families, and some direct descendants who had a good relationship with the heirs were also among them. For example, Benjamin was brought by his brother Corison.Snape wanted to go back to the dormitory by himself, but saw Benjamin waving at him.He froze for a moment, and walked towards Benjamin.

"You should participate more in the college's activities instead of being alone all the time." Benjamin suggested with a concerned face, completely ignoring the isolation of Snape from the Slytherins before, making him want to communicate with others, but also Totally impossible.

Snape didn't dwell on the past and accepted Benjamin's kindness.He acted indifferently, as if he should stand with the most powerful second generation of Slytherin, so that Benjamin couldn't help but look up to him sincerely.

Signus didn't notice Snape was around at first, and by the time he did, Snape was talking to several first years he didn't know before.

"What do you mean?" Signus whispered in Lucius' ear while taking advantage of other topics, his tone was not very good.

The other party shrugged casually: "That's a matter for the first graders, ask me why."

"Benjamin is not a person who likes to make new friends. If it weren't for what you said to him, he wouldn't bother to find trouble for himself."

Lucius smiled: "Okay, but I don't think there's any need to take it too seriously. Snape is your friend, and of course our friend. It's normal to take care of your friends, so you don't need to take it too seriously."

A friend's friend is also his own. This kind of logic doesn't apply at all to Malfoy, who is chasing after interests.Signus frowned and looked at Lucius: "You don't need to look at him differently, he is nothing special."

Lucius smiled: "Not necessarily, I noticed that his potion grades are very good."

"There are quite a lot of first graders who got good grades in potions, and my grades in potions were not bad in the first grade."

Recalling Signus' grades in the first grade, Lucius smiled politely and skipped the question directly: "Snape is different, his potion level is far beyond what the first grade should have, and Slytherin has a problem. Genius. I have to say, you were right to choose to befriend him."

I didn't make friends with him because of the bloody potion, Signus frowned and thought angrily, and then realized, when did he admit that he made friends with Snape?Didn't you explain it clearly last time?

But let's talk about this issue later, the important thing now is what Snape did to make Lucius so interested.

He chatted with Lucius patiently for a while, and finally knew how Snape's name of genius was born.That kid didn't know how to hide his clumsiness at all, he made intermediate potions several times in the first grade class, and was praised repeatedly by Professor Slughorn, and of course left a deep impression on the Slytherins in the same grade.The news about Snape has not only reached the ears of the seniors, I am afraid that the parents outside the school know what they should know.

And he, the heir of the Black family, discovered this problem only now belatedly, so that this afternoon he still foolishly thought that Snape was still just an ordinary first-year brat.

At this moment, Snape was only a few people away from him, and seemed to be well adapted to the small circle of Slytherin, not as nervous as he imagined because of the strangeness.Signus felt a little relieved, and pulled them aside when no one was paying attention to them.Snape didn't seem surprised by his movement, and followed him to a dimly lit corner.

The Quidditch team was the star tonight, and Signus was already late, and there was no chance of disappearing for too long now.He looked around and said quickly in a low voice, "I thought you wouldn't like this kind of occasion."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "This occasion?"

Signus pointed to the Slytherins who gathered in the common room, chatting and laughing in twos and threes: "That's the kind..." He looked at the familiar faces, many of whom were friends with good relationships, some of them Can't go on.

Snape shrugged and added for him: "Hypocritical? Pretentious? Snobbish?"

Signus: "..."

Snape asked curiously, "Why don't I like this kind of occasion?"

Signus: "…Isn't it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. Don't forget, I'm also a Slytherin." Snape said, so of course he was also interested in everything Slytherin liked and pursued.

Signus sneered: "Do you think they would welcome you without the potion?"

"No." Snape shook his head without hesitation: "But I don't think this assumption makes sense." He looked up at Signus, and suddenly asked, "Have you never paid attention to my potions?" Class situation?"

Signus frowned.Isn't this obvious, what is there to pay attention to in the Potions class of the first-year kid?See what they do with slugs?Do not make jokes.

His disgusted expression already explained the problem, Snape curled the corner of his mouth and showed an unskilled smile: "Anyway, thank you for your concern, I know what I'm doing."

Signus still wanted to speak, but he heard that someone was already looking for him, so he had to come out of the corner.Snape was not with him, but slowly appeared beside Benjamin when he was back in the middle of the fifth grade.Unlike Signus, he didn't attract much attention when he disappeared for a while, only Benjamin gave him a questioning look.

"I'm a bit tired," said Snape, and quickly used this as an excuse to leave the scene and go back to the dormitory.

He raised his head and saw the most eye-catching "British Genealogy" on Signus's bookshelf at a glance. He knew that it described in detail the history and genealogy of the major pure-blood families in England, including his mother. family, the Prince family.

At the beginning of last semester, Signus specifically looked at that book.Snape thought, he knew I had Prince blood and inherited the Prince's love for potions, but he never thought of paying attention to my potion results.Does he have too much confidence in me, or doesn't he care at all?

……

The next day, Snape got up early to go to class as usual, and Signus slumped on the bed with long arms and legs, no one knew who was sleeping.Snape put on his robes, and threw a thick notebook on the table directly at Signus, hitting him in the chest.

"Oh hell!" The big thick book that fell from the sky almost made Signus die, and he sat up annoyed, only to find that he was alone in the dormitory, and Snape ran away after throwing the things away.

He grabbed the notebook that had rolled down in his hand, opened it and flipped through it casually.This is a notebook on the history of magic. The timeline is clearly drawn in it, and major events are summarized in tables. It looks much more concise and clear than textbooks full of nonsense.There is a line on the first page of the book: You should prepare for OWL.

Signus had a delicate expression on his face, wondering why he needed a first-year to help prepare the review materials.But looking at the contents of the notebook, he could only reluctantly leave it behind.History of Magic, like Potions, was the subject he hated the most. If he had to review it all by himself, he would definitely finish it.

Already woken up by the impact, Signus slowly got up, leaned against the head of the bed and flipped through Snape's notes page by page.So when he appeared in the restaurant at noon, his face was obviously haggard, his eyes were straight, and he looked listless, not at all like someone who had slept in.

"He must have slept too long." Lucius said sarcastically, not taking Signus' ugly face seriously.

I didn't... Signus thought silently, not bothering to explain.He glanced at Snape who was sitting next to him. The other party obviously guessed why his complexion was so bad, and he rarely showed a happy expression. The gloom that was always lingering on his body was gone. His anger dissipated unconsciously under his expression.

Lucius was still talking to him across several people, and the content was not interesting at all: "Professor Slughorn asked me to tell you that if you want to go to the party at night, you can also attend."

Signus played with the potatoes on the plate boredly, and said listlessly: "Forget it, with my potion results, it's too strange to sit among you."

"Corrison is going too."

"Oh, then you can go together." Signus looked indifferent, unmoved at all.

"What party?" Snape asked.

Signus immediately dismissed it: "It's very boring, there's no need to know."

Lucius smiled helplessly, and explained to Snape: "The Slug Club is run by the dean, and the elites from all the colleges are in it. You will definitely be a member of it in the future."