HP heard I should be a Death Eater

Gryffindor was the first to score. Signus sneered when he heard the loud cheers from Gryffindor College in the stands: "It's just the beginning, it's too early to be happy."

Snape took one look at him, and didn't think there was anything wrong with his opponents cheering.Every house cheers when their team scores, not just Gryffindor.

Snape didn't care about any Quidditch matches, so he couldn't understand Signus' mood at this time. Fortunately, he knew how to keep silent on Quidditch-related matters, so as not to offend Signus with his indifferent attitude , causing him to erupt into even more incomprehensible chatter.

You know, when it comes to Quidditch, it's easy for Young Master Black to break through everyone's usual impression of him, and it's not a problem at all to be a thoughtful monk...

It can't be said that, at least now it can be known that at least he still refuses to appear on the Quidditch field with his hairy ears and tail flicking.

Snape's gaze unconsciously drifted to Signus' ear again, and seeing that ear trembling and catching the movement of the arena, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.As a result, Signus looked back and saw the smile, and felt aggrieved again.

He laughed, because of those stupid ears, Signus thought, and now all I have left for him is a tail and a pair of ears!

The voices on the other side of the arena have been constant, and the game time this time is much longer than before.Neither Lucius nor Potter apparently managed to catch the Snitch anytime soon.However, this question that should have made Signus anxious, has not attracted his attention now.

As soon as Snape looked away from the pair of hairy ears, he saw Signus staring at him, and he was stunned by the rather critical look.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Signus moved his tail, and sure enough, Snape's eyes were drawn to him, and he followed suit.

"It's nothing." He curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly, thinking that Dumbledore would not show up again today, so he would go to the principal's office by himself.

Or let the doctor who doesn't work hard all day do his duty?Just as Signus thought of this, he immediately denied such a terrible idea himself.Potions can solve many problems, such as his current incomplete Animagus form, but it takes time, and the taste of the potion is really a cruel test.

It's such a nasty thing that makes all wizards flock to it, and makes potions masters live a top-notch life and enjoy the highest level of respect.Incredible.Signus glanced at Snape—the young genius who was sure to become a master of potions in the future in everyone's eyes, and snorted heavily.

His voice was not low, and he wanted Snape to hear it on purpose, but the boy didn't know why, he didn't know how many twists and turns and dissatisfaction he had gone through in his heart, let alone that his completely unintentional actions had offended him. When it came to the young master, he took it for granted that he was "humming" Gryffindor's goal just now.

"We'll win. The match has just begun." Snape thought for a long time before consoling him very awkwardly.It took Signus a moment to figure out what he was talking about.

"Yeah." He muttered listlessly.Snape still couldn't figure out what else he was dissatisfied with, and didn't bother to continue guessing his heart, quietly paying attention to the battle situation on the other side of the field.After getting along with Signus for a long time, he is no longer interested in Quidditch, and at least remembers to pay attention to whether the Slytherin team wins or loses... No, it is how many points Slytherin has won against the opponent.Don't guess that Slytherin will lose, or Signus will blow his hair and spend an hour explaining how perfect the Slytherin formation is, and the opponent is worthless.

However, today's game did not sound smooth. Gryffindor was always slightly ahead of Slytherin. The two sides were deadlocked at the same point for an hour. Neither did Potter, who could spot the cunning Snitch.

The game ended in the afternoon. After several hours of fighting, the players on both sides were exhausted. When Lucius suddenly rushed in one direction, the players and spectators stared at him nervously, praying that he would quickly end the game. Contest.Potter then swooped down from the sky and squeezed in front of Lucius. Unfortunately, he was only in the second grade after all, and his flying skills were not as good as his opponent who had been tempered for five years.Lucius didn't compete with him at all. Seeing that he was always in front of him, he simply stopped to observe the movement route of the Golden Snitch carefully, and then suddenly appeared after Potter chased the little thing up and down. At that time, Potter's hand was only two centimeters away from the Snitch.

"You are very good." Lucius said, shaking the golden snitch in his hand.However, regardless of whether these words were sincere or not, coupled with his slightly raised chin, upturned corners of his mouth, cold gray eyes, and the movement of pinching the golden snitch, it was all like a mockery.Potter glared at him, but could only hold back his anger.Gryffindor had just lost the game and he started fighting with the Slytherin captain and the ball seeker. He must have looked like he couldn't afford to lose and was furious. He would not let Malfoy's "conspiracy" succeed.

Lucius didn't know what Potter had imagined for him, and returned to the team with the Golden Snitch.The referee's whistle and the cheers of Slytherin in the stands rang together, and Signus, who was far away in the hospital, could feel the warm atmosphere on the field even if he didn't use the hearing of the witcher dog.

He raised the corners of his mouth, couldn't hide his excited expression, but still put on airs, pretending to be dissatisfied: "Lucius' speed is really slow, did the golden snitch go to the Forbidden Forest? It took hours to catch."

It was the first time after a Quidditch match that he and Snape were alone.Without the noise of a large group of boys who also loved Quidditch, Snape found that he didn't know how to respond to Signus' insincere complaints.

Fortunately, he didn't need to struggle for too long. About 15 minutes later, the Quidditch players who had just changed into their school uniforms and came to announce the good news broke into the door and blocked the water around Signus' bed.Snape stood behind and watched them. He was forced to listen to the game just now, and listened to their dismantling each other. He reluctantly grabbed his schoolbag and left silently, planning to come back at night.

The boys gathered beside Signus' bed, loudly "replaying" the wonderful moments just now, and some people took out the recording binoculars bought at the Quidditch World Cup to show him the "replay", which made the hospital noisy all at once. Like having a party.

"Merlin! You almost let him catch you!" Signus skipped and watched several goals from both sides, and soon saw the thrilling scene of Lucius catching the Golden Snitch at the end, and couldn't hold back his gaze at Lucius. S yelled.

Lucius shrugged and said indifferently, "It's impossible for him to catch it."

"Just two centimeters away!"

"It's impossible to make a difference of 0.2 centimeters." Lucius emphasized.

Signus sneered: "I don't think Porter's talent is worse than yours, maybe you won't be so confident next time."

"Let's wait until that day." Lucius said, "We will be in the seventh grade next year, and I'm afraid we won't have time to play Quidditch. The next time we play against Potter, maybe it will be..." He said that he would not continue, Signus already understood that their duel with Gryffindor would not be about Quidditch, but a battle of life and death.

What a disappointment, Signus moved his body and lay down, waved his hands: "Go back, there should be celebrations waiting for you in the academy."

Lucius patted him on the shoulder and led the team away.After the game ended, the window became quiet again. There was a bustling scene in the hospital just now, and the same silence made people uncomfortable.Signus turned over and was about to close his eyes and force himself to sleep when he saw Dumbledore appear at the end of his bed, where he had probably been waiting for the Slytherins to leave.

It's scary enough!Signus stared at him speechlessly, and Dumbledore smiled, very calmly: "Gryffindor has two new second-year players who are going to play this year. I thought that if you were not here, they would at least be able to relax, so I have been busy with other things in the past two days. But the two of them performed very well, and it is a bit unnecessary for me to do so."

Signus sneered mercilessly: "Obviously their level is far from winning the game."

"Is it really far?" Dumbledore winked at him, which made Signus extremely disgusted, but he couldn't deny such an obvious rhetorical question.He knew the level of Sirius, it can be said that it was quite good, and Potter, judging from today's game, was also excellent.

"You and Malfoy should retire next year." Dumbledore did not hide the gloating in his tone: "The strength of the next Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team seem to be reversed. I think the next five years You're going to have a hard time getting the Quidditch Cup."

If it wasn't for Dumbledore who was much stronger than him, Signus would have wanted to hit someone.

"You came here just to talk about Quidditch?" In the end, he could only change the subject angrily and talk about business.

"Of course not." Dumbledore's attitude was casual, and he didn't seem to think that there was anything to be wary of a reserve Death Eater practicing Animagus privately in Hogwarts. He drew out his wand and gently read a series of words to Signus. Complicated spells, solved his fluffy little problem in 1 minute.

Without the big tail, Signus felt a lot easier, and finally no longer felt uncomfortable lying down, and couldn't keep his balance when standing up.He couldn't wait to jump out of bed and move his limbs, while frowning and asked: "Aren't you going to find out what happened first?"

Dumbledore: "I already knew what happened that night. You are practicing Animagus in the Room of Requirement, right? I must say, this is very dangerous. You shouldn't be a teacher for others while you are still figuring it out. .”

Signus raised his eyebrows: "Do you believe that we are not learning Animagus for some conspiracy?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, but asked with a smile: "I pointed my wand at you just now, don't you suspect that I have some intentions?"

Signus shrugged, also not answering the question.He no longer cared about Dumbledore, and walked towards the door on his own. He remembered something halfway, and turned to look at the old headmaster who was still standing there: "I have no intention of disclosing the identity of Animagus."

This is directly telling the highest person in charge of the school, "I am going to challenge the authority of the Ministry of Magic", but Dumbledore chose to understand, nodded and said, "I will help you keep it secret."

He was always calm, and when the situation in the wizarding world was overwhelmingly in favor of the Dark Lord, he acted like the Order of the Phoenix was the winning side.Signus hated Death Eaters, and he also couldn't understand Dumbledore's appearance.

"Thank you for your willingness to keep it a secret. But I'm afraid I have nothing in return for you."

Dumbledore smiled: "Hiding to Tom that your affinity for the dark arts is much higher than we always thought is already a great help, and I don't need anything else in return."

Signus froze for a moment: "Tom?"

"I meant Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore said casually, "Sorry, I forgot you don't call him that."