HP heard I should be a Death Eater

For Severus Snape, life at Hogwarts was much better than expected.Although the students in the same college didn't like him very much, Lily, the only familiar friend, went to Gryffindor, and life was still better than when he was in the Muggle world.Only when breakfast is served, flocks of owls fly overhead, bringing care and gifts from the family, the loneliness deep in my heart will spread for a short time, but it will not affect him too much, because there is always someone watching with him the warmth of others.

Cygnus Black is also a man who lacks family affection.This kind of thinking must be ridiculous to others, because only Snape, who lives under the same roof with Signus every day, will notice that the letters that this young master Black receives from time to time always contain only Talk about spoiling things.For example, he is required to join Professor Slughorn's club, he is required to finish "Advanced Dark Arts" before the holiday to win the favor of the Dark Lord, and he is required to compete with Lucius Malfoy for the position of prefect. The president of the student union... Those letters are full of endless demands on the heir of the family, lacking love for his son.Only Regulus, the unknown young master of the Black family, would send gifts and miss his brother purely out of family love.

Snape sometimes even thought it was no wonder Signus always looked listless.He does not enjoy the superiority of the upper class, but he is born to assume the responsibility of the heir of a large family.He obviously hates power struggles, but is doomed to participate in dangerous wars.And no one faced it with him.His parents didn't understand him at all, one brother only cared about escaping by himself, and the other was completely unsuitable to be born into a dark wizard family.As for friends, Malfoy was a very good friend, but as long as he was still on the side of the Death Eaters, Signus couldn't trust him completely.

This was the conclusion Snape had observed after school started.His life was too boring, apart from completing the tasks assigned by the professors, only Potions was something he liked and would not reject him.But it is impossible to spend all one's time on monotonous research, not to mention that Snape is still an 11-year-old child after all.So, in the time that he didn't know how to waste, he set his sights on Signus, the only one who was not annoying and who he saw frequently, and then found a lonely young master Black whom everyone didn't know.

And with the coming of the Quidditch competition in the new school year, the young master finally seemed to come back to life, appearing at the breakfast table with energy every day.He had also become more talkative, and socializing between Slytherins was no longer a matter of pure endurance.Because in addition to the boring and hypocritical social rhetoric, they began to talk about Quidditch incessantly.And these contents put Signus in a good mood, happy to join in.As Slytherin's batsman, Black's heir, no one in the house would turn him down.

When Signus chatted happily with the children of the aristocratic family again, the other party took the opportunity to invite him to sit and have a meal together. "You should sit at the front. There will always be a place for Black's successor in this circle." Said the student a grade higher than Signus.

The circle he was referring to was the circle centered on Lucius Malfoy, and the children of several big Slytherin families were among them.Those people were friends with Signus since childhood, so he was naturally very welcome, but he himself just found a seat at random, and had no intention of getting involved at all, so that the Black family only had two engaged daughters there.

Regarding the proposal of the seat, Signus just smiled, not intending to entangle the other party on this issue.The other party wanted to say something, but was held back by the friends around him, so he had to give up.

"Well, Blake, you have the right to choose any position on this table. But I have to remind you, be careful when making friends, and don't do things that are demeaning."

Signus raised the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had heard it, and after the other party left, he turned and looked at Snape, who was always silent like a transparent person beside him: "It seems that many people don't like to see me getting too close to you. .”

Snape said blankly, "Don't act like we're really friends."

Signus shrugged. Of course they didn't have much friendship, and two people sharing a dormitory didn't have to be friends.However, the students' special attention to him and Snape made him a little interested. Before that, he didn't know that a half-breed could cause such a big commotion in Slytherin.Whether those young masters and ladies admit it or not, Snape has undoubtedly become a part of their lives.This was an unforgivable offense to them.

Signus was in a good mood, looked at Snape with a smile, and said jokingly, "Aren't we close, what a heartless kid."

The first-year beside him frowned, and actually gave him a disgusted look. Signus couldn't help laughing, rubbed Snape's shiny black hair, and quickly got up and slipped to the Quidditch training ground .

"Do me a favor and take my schoolbag back to the dorm." Signus shouted to Snape as he ran away.This action immediately confirmed the friendship between the two people. After all, before Snape appeared, Young Master Black didn't like others to touch his things.

The eyes of the Slytherins fell on Snape, mixed with jealousy and contempt, which made Snape feel uncomfortable all over, so he could only leave the restaurant in a hurry, and had to take Signus's bag.

"It seems that he really gets along well with Black."

"I don't understand how Blake would want to live with a half-blood and become friends!"

"He is so indifferent to a girl from a pure-blood family, but he is nice to a poor mixed-race boy. Why!"

"According to the first grade, they saw that Snape borrowing Black's Potions textbook."

"Tsk, can he understand fifth-grade Potions?"

……

Signus and Snape didn't know about the discussions behind the scenes. One of them was flying freely in the Quidditch training ground, and the other had already returned to his dormitory, continuing his monotonous reading.Signus had already circled Hogwarts several times when Lucius and the other Quidditch players arrived.

"I knew he would be here." Lucius said to his friends, "He is never late for Quidditch."

Corrison Zabini looked up at Signus and joked, "I don't think he's doing it for training, but he's getting annoyed by those talkative guys."

Lucius raised his eyebrows: "Is there any news today?"

"You don't know yet?" Another student, the young master of the Pussy family, said: "Today, a guy suggested that Signus be careful when making friends, so as not to degrade himself."

"Are you here to chat?" While a few people were talking, Signus had already swooped down, brushed past the box containing the balls against the grass, and opened it.The Bludger and the Snitch broke free in an instant and rushed into the sky. The Quaffle was hit by the tail of Signus' broom and flew towards Pussy, causing Pussy who was still standing on the ground to dodge in embarrassment.

"Hey! Are you crazy!" shouted Pussy, who was covered in grass.Signus stopped in mid-air and looked down at him: "Miss, stop dawdling, and get on your broom quickly."

"You wait for me!" Pussy flew towards Signus angrily, and Collison shook his head helplessly behind: "Do the two of them remember that they are here for training today?"

Lucius shrugged: "Relax, this year's Quidditch Cup is still ours. The other houses have no rivals at all." At least until they graduate, the Slytherin house team will always be the strongest. , Let the lower grades worry about it.

Training continued until sunset.Signus walked out of the castle well-dressed, and when he came back, he was covered in sweat, his hair was blown up in a mess by the wind, his robe was also messy, and he looked like a handsome little ruffian as he walked through the corridor with a broom.

Compared to the usually lazy but decent Young Master Blake, Signus at this time is obviously more popular. No matter which college girls pass by here, their eyes will always stay on him for a long time.This kind of Signus is not common, after all, he doesn't try his best every time he trains, as if he is venting something.

He rejected the invitation of Lucius and others to go to the restaurant together, passed the gazes of many students alone, returned to the cellar, walked through the empty common room, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and fell headfirst on the bed.Snape looked up from his desk and frowned at him.

"You should take a shower." Snape suggested sincerely.The cellar was no different than other places, and the cool temperature was not suitable for sleeping with a sweaty body.

"I know." Signus replied slowly, but did not move.

Snape stared at him frowning, unable to wait for him to get up, and not knowing what he could do to force him to do so.

"Are you staring at me?" Signus buried his face in the quilt and asked casually, with a slight smile in his tone.Snape's gaze made his keen senses tense and irritating.

"You should go take a shower," Snape repeated dryly.

Signus was silent for a while, then slowly turned himself over, lay on his back and looked sideways at Snape: "Little brat, are you concerned about me?"

Snape was silent.

Signus looked at him and suddenly sneered, "You don't really think we're friends, do you?"

Snape frowned, feeling that Signus had difficulty communicating tonight.He didn't want to waste any more time, but Signus insisted on talking.

"Listen, those people are right about one thing. Black's heir should not make friends with half-bloods. I allow you to use my name to gain a foothold in the academy, but you'd better not covet more."

"What are you talking about?" Snape's expression turned ugly.

Signus didn't explain much, stood up and walked to the bathroom, while sarcastically saying: "Put away your not so clever little thoughts."

The bathroom door slammed shut, and Snape stared at the untidy hollow of Signus' bed, slammed the book shut, and dropped the fifth-year Potions textbook on it.

I really shouldn't waste too much time on a young master, who knows when these upper-class guys will suddenly have convulsions.Snape thought that he probably regarded me as one of those people who tried to get close to him in an attempt to gain benefits from the Black family.

Damn Blake!Let them hold their family crests and stay in an inexplicable sense of superiority!