HP heard I should be a Death Eater

On September 1971, 9, Signus's final year of school life officially arrived. Accompanying him to Hogwarts were Hufflepuff's gold cup and a Muggle diary.

This year, the seventh-grade students faced NEWTs, and Signus was even more indifferent to this test than he was to OWLs.Even if he is still alive and well after all the dust settles, he will definitely devote himself to forming his own Quidditch team. Passing the OWLs is enough for him.

Since he doesn't care about grades, this year should have been the happiest free time before graduation, but the fact is that Signus didn't relax until the express train passed through a large area of ​​farmland in England and took the students to Hogwarts Castle Nerves have been tense.At this point, the Lestranges were busy rebuilding the bombed-out corridors, and there was no news of the Dark Lord being furious, and his plan really worked.

The sorting ceremony of the new school year was still full of commotion from the children. Signus was in a noisy room, but he didn’t notice it. After dinner, he returned to the dormitory. The first thing he did was to put the box containing the Horcrux into his own. in the closet.

It was one of the safest places in Slytherin house, and even Lucius would never try to mess with his things.

Signus thought so, so he calmed down for the time being, walked into the bathroom with his pajamas in his hands, took a comfortable hot bath, and when he came out, he saw Snape sitting in front of the desk. with gold cup and diary.

Signus: "..."

Snape looked at his damn expression, poked the diary with his wand, and looked at him again: "Are you nervous?"

Of course I was nervous!You have no idea what you are doing!Signus was already screaming in his heart, but on the surface he frowned restrainedly, staring at Snape with a troubled expression on his face.

"What are these two things?" Snape asked.

Signus didn't want to answer at all, but facing Snape's gaze, he still reluctantly said: "Obviously, a gold cup and a diary."

Snape smiled, and was about to reach for it.Without even thinking about it, Signus rushed over and grabbed his wrist.He couldn't tell what was wrong with the Horcrux, but he could tell from Lucius' resolute distance away that it was best not to touch it for most people.

It wasn't until he grasped Snape firmly that he suddenly realized that the purpose of the slow fake action just now was not to touch the strange black magic item desperately, but to observe his reaction. Also very cooperative.

Snape looked at him with raised eyebrows, as if to say: Are you doing it yourself, or should I keep asking?

Signus sighed, and sat down beside Snape: "Well, it's that man's stuff."

He thought Snape would continue to ask what was that person's thing?Why bring it to school?He also quickly came up with an excuse to deal with it within a few seconds, but Snape seemed to be satisfied with the current answer, and did not let this topic continue. Instead, Signus fell into a depression where he had nothing to say. .

It was getting late, and Signus lingered on the bed, watching what Snape was doing, until seeing that he had finally changed into his pajamas, then he slammed back under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

"Are you asleep?"

A boy's voice came from the other side of the room, and Signus pricked up his ears, listening to the boy approaching step by step, stopping beside his bed.

In the silence, Signus really wanted to see what Snape was doing standing here, but felt that the other party's eyes were on him, so he could only pretend to sleep to the end, but he didn't know the flaws in his performance at this time Heavy, it has already been seen through.

He heard Snape seem to chuckle slightly, and then his warm breath approached his cheek, and the boy's smiling voice whispered next to his ear: "Then I won't bother you, good night."

The breath was slowly moving away, and Signus' body reacted faster than his brain, and immediately pretended to mutter in sleep, turned over very skillfully, and caught the opponent just in time.Snape smiled, lifted the quilt uncomfortably, and lay down beside him.

If you don't wake up like this, you are a pig, Signus opened one eye, yawned and complained: "You woke me up."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Snape said insincerely.

Signus was quiet for a while, and felt that the breathing of the people around him was gradually calming down, and he was really going to sleep, so he couldn't help but open his eyes to look at him.

"You really don't want to ask?"

"Hmm." Snape seemed impatient and pushed him too close, so that the big head that affected people's normal breathing was pushed away: "Everyone has a little secret, don't worry, I'm not that stingy."

Signus narrowed his eyes and leaned over again: "What little secret do you have that I don't know?"

Snape: "No comment."

Signus: "...maybe we could swap?"

Snape: "Okay."

Signus stared at his extraordinarily plain appearance in the dark for a while, then lay down again: "You want to tell me what those two things are, right, so I won't be fooled."

Snape finally opened his eyes and looked at him, with a warning in his eyes: "Now you have two choices, either go out or sleep quietly."

Of course, Signus didn't want to go out to have a shower alone so late, so he had no choice but to choose to be quiet.

He thought he would lose sleep because of the Horcrux troubles and Snape's "little trick", but soon fell asleep with the warmth in his arms. Can't sleep.

When we first met two years ago, Signus was not like this. He couldn't relax when he fell asleep, and he had to hold something firmly in his hands.Snape stared at him, tried to move his body, and saw that he frowned, showing a bit of uneasiness that he would never show when he was sober, so he stopped struggling.

Early the next morning, Signus appeared in the restaurant refreshed and refreshed. Snape had a gloomy face and always felt uncomfortable.Benjamin noticed their strange looks, thought for a while, and suddenly widened his eyes as if realizing something.

Corison pressed his head and turned him to face the dining table: "Eat well, put away your too rich imagination."

Benjamin slapped his hand away, and said unconvinced: "How do you know what I'm thinking!"

"Because your little thoughts are not difficult to guess at all."

On the first day of school, most of the students hurriedly finished their breakfast and rushed to their classrooms.Only some of the seventh graders who have no pursuit of advanced wizard level test scores seem to have graduated leisurely, and Signus is a typical representative of them.

He wandered around outside the castle, found a shade to lie down, and quietly thought about what to do with the gold cup and diary in the closet in this place away from the crowd.Or what to do with the mysterious item in Gaunt's old mansion in Little Hangleton.

As mentioned in the book "Secrets of Advanced Black Magic", there is a connection between Horcruxes and Horcruxes, and between Horcruxes and the main soul. If one of them is destroyed, there will inevitably be a reaction.This kind of induction is strong, accompanied by the severe pain of tearing the soul, it will inevitably make the Dark Lord fall into rage, and then launch revenge.And his revenge will also bring about the madness of the Death Eaters and plunge Britain into complete chaos.

If you don't want the darkness to hang over Britain for a long time, you must destroy three Horcruxes at once, and then fight the Dark Lord when his magic power is unstable, killing him with one blow.But if you want to destroy three horcruxes at once, you must first get the things in Gaunt's old house, which means you must touch the vigilance that the Dark Lord left there, alarm him, and let him know that the secret of the horcruxes has been exposed, Put him on his guard.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is impossible to seize the opportunity no matter if.Signus leaned back against the tree trunk with a headache, looked at the fiery red phoenix flying in the sky, and followed it unconsciously all the way to the window of the principal's office.

Maybe he can tell Dumbledore what's in Gaunt's old house, Signus thought, the Dark Lord's strength is powerless to him, but with Dumbledore's ability...

A figure appeared at the window, and Signus immediately turned his gaze away, reflexively turned over behind the big tree, so as not to let Dumbledore notice him.

What the hell was he thinking just now!The Order of the Phoenix has always been ignorant of the internal affairs of the Death Eaters, and has long wanted to instigate spies among Slytherins. If he went to cooperate with Dumbledore at this time, wouldn't he send it to the door himself.Although his purpose is the same as that of the Order of the Phoenix, it is all in the Dark Lord's life, but it is absolutely impossible for Black's heir to work for Dumbledore, let alone stand with Wesley and his like.

Then things came back to the original point, and he had to get the things in Gaunt's old house by himself.

Signus thought for a long time, but still didn't know how to quietly avoid the Dark Lord's warning.This is simply an impossible task.

How about just breaking in and fighting the Dark Lord, Signus couldn't help thinking, before laughing at the thought of suicide.

"Hey! Who's there!"

His laughter attracted the attention of a nearby resident. Signus patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked out from behind the tree. Hagrid, the guard of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, was not far away. He saw him , immediately showed a disgusted expression: "Blake, what are you doing here!"

Signus sneered, his attitude was more arrogant than ever: "It has nothing to do with you."

"This is near the Forbidden Forest, of course I have to take care of it." Hagrid said naturally.

Signus: "Then I'm afraid you need to find Dumbledore first and ask him to hand over the management of the 'nearby' Forbidden Forest to you."

His arrogant attitude annoyed Hagrid, and he loudly threatened to hand him over to Filch to clean him up, but Signus didn't want to waste time on him, so he simply turned and left, as if he couldn't hear the half-giant's yell, and felt even more The idea of ​​collaborating with Dumbledore, which had just passed away in a flash, was ridiculous.

Although they have common enemies, they cannot be allies without common interests.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angels who cast [Mine]: lazy bazooka 1 and mine 2

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 18 bottles of Linlin, 10 bottles of dazed end, and 1 bottle of Yan

Going back to catch bugs for the eldest son on weekends,

phone typing,

The typo rate is really high enough to suspect that I am illiterate,

So from beginning to end,

Basically rewatched it.

After reading a comparison,

I feel that the eldest son, William, is his own.

Why is the life of the second son Siegel so difficult!

Now I really want to open the hole of City Lord Ye!

The comprehensive martial arts outline is sweeter,

I really want to write something sweet!

I'm really sorry for this kind of thinking...