HP heard I should be a Death Eater

During his summer vacation in London, Signus had seen many Muggles who would never suffer for their lack of magic in their entire lives.They don't know magic exists in the world, they don't know what it's like to have this power, and they certainly don't feel the pain of losing it.Signus is different. He used to be a wizard, and he was extremely talented since he was a child, and he carried the hope of a family.He has experienced many things and defeated the rumored invincible strong.Power is part of life for him.

He remembered that in the sixth grade, the Death Eaters were in full swing, and many wizard families died tragically in the massacre.At that time, he pitied the silly children in the school who could only hate Slytherin with their eyes, and sympathized with them being weak and unable to control their fate.And now, as a squib himself, he finally realized the helplessness of fate.

There was a cold wind coming from the end of the secret passage, and it blew across Signus' cheek. He sighed, and the flickering light of the torch hurried through the darkness.It was curfew time at Hogwarts Castle, and Signus wanted to go back to his room, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered that Snape had gone back to the cellar today, so he turned around and headed for the Room of Requirement.

"Professor Black." Ferzi, who was watching the night, saw him and greeted him.Perhaps because he hadn't adapted to his transition from a student to a professor, Signus always felt that Ferzi's eyes on him were particularly malicious.

"Hello, Ferzi." Signus nodded politely and was about to move on, but Ferzi said, "Hogwarts Castle is very dangerous at night, it's best not to wander around outside. .”

Signus smiled: "This is what you say to children, I have already graduated."

Ferzi also smiled hoarsely: "It's the same for Squibs." Seeing Signus frowning, Ferzi continued: "Mr. Black, I am different from you. Squibs can also be professors. The good deeds are not my turn, poor man, what can I do if I don't come out to watch the night?"

Signus looked at him coldly: "I'm afraid it's not because you are pitiful, but because you are stupid and useless."

Ferzi smiled again, saluted him, turned around and left with the lantern in hand.

Signus took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and walked towards the Room of Requirement.Pushing open the door, the room is full of wood scattered all over the floor, and various small parts needed to make models.There was a nearly completed windmill in the middle, which Signus was going to use to explain interesting mechanical inventions of Muggles.There was a bunch of odds and ends behind that, and a Muggle model book stating that he was going to make a scaled-down Ferris wheel.

During this time, no one knew where he was hiding because of this Room of Requirement.Perhaps it was because the source of his magical power had not been completely destroyed. Although Signus could not use magic, the Room of Requirement was willing to accept him.Here, Signus can ask for all kinds of materials that need to be used, and ask them to be spliced ​​and assembled according to their own instructions.This gave him the illusion that the magic hadn't been lost, and he was addicted to it.

Signus knew it wasn't right, but it was hard to control himself.It's ridiculous, when he was in London, he had gradually gotten used to a life without magic, but as soon as he returned to the wizarding world, back to this Hogwarts castle, magic filled every bit of life, and Signus found that he was not Not as powerful as thought.Lucius was still saying just now that he was adapting well, but unfortunately Lucius didn't know how much he relied on this house now.

Never mind, Signus thought, he had done so much for the wizarding world, why couldn't he just relax a little bit.It's impossible for anyone to accept the transition from genius to squib, and he can't be blamed.

When thinking this way, Signus didn't realize that there was something wrong with his mentality.And there were too many annoying things tonight, so he decided to indulge his emotions for a while.

The waterwheel model was almost ready, and Signus stayed here all night to finish all the finishing work. He didn't eat breakfast the next day, and went directly to the classroom with the finished product.When he returned to the office, he saw Sirius hovering at the door, probably waiting for him.

"Is something wrong?" Signus looked at him from the door.

"The Quidditch match, tomorrow is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, will you watch it?" Sirius asked uncomfortably.

This was his new excuse to come to Signus.Even if Signus became a Squib, Quidditch must still be his favorite thing, and I believe he would be interested.Sirius had heard not long ago that those in the Slytherin house team also wanted to ask him, but they didn't know why they didn't ask him.Of course Sirius didn't know. The Slytherins thought over and over again, and felt that if Signus wanted to go, he would naturally go on the day of the game. Also thought it was a good topic.

"Of course." Signus didn't realize at first why he came here to ask him, and it took him half a beat to realize that he could no longer play Quidditch, and he couldn't help saying, "I'm in a situation where I must be a The audience is still fine."

Sirius smiled awkwardly: "I'm just asking."

Signus: "What else?"

"No more." Sirius said dryly, Signus nodded, opened the door and entered the office, and then locked Sirius outside.He squeezed the space between his brows, sat down on the sofa, and relieved the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

Sirius is just a little brainless monster. It's not the first day he knew it, so why be serious with a child.It's been a bit strange recently, he wasn't so easily upset before.

There was another knock on the door, and Signus frowned, and went to open the door impatiently, but it wasn't Sirius standing outside.

Snape gave him a surprised look, pushed him away and walked in: "You look in a bad mood."

Signus breathed a sigh of relief, and his attitude eased: "I don't know what's going on, I always feel very annoying recently."

"I'll bring a few bottles of soothing potions tonight."

"No need." Signus frowned again: "I just, um, maybe just because it's annoying to teach these brats."

"Maybe." Snape said, "But it may also be because of the magic power. The reason why you lose your magic power is not the same as that of ordinary squibs. No one knows if it will have any special impact."

"You're being too careful," Signus said, frowning.

Snape stopped persuading, and Signus knew it was because he had made up his mind.For some reason, Signus was not very willing to cooperate with Snape this time. He wanted to find a reason to refuse, but he swallowed the words back.

Just drink some potions and just follow him.If it would reassure Snape, why refuse?

I don't know if it was the soothing potion that helped, but Signus did feel better when he sat in the Quidditch stands the next day.The irritability was temporarily suppressed, until the students filled the stands one after another, and the chaotic noise occupied his ears.He moved his fingers and used the Silencing Charm reflexively, and the noise still surrounded him.Signus sighed, only patient.

Fortunately, Snape didn't let him endure it for too long, and quickly moved across the crowd to his side, then waved his wand, giving him a quiet space.

Signus breathed a sigh of relief: "This is my first time sitting in the stands, I didn't expect it to be so noisy."

The cheers and shouts I hear every time I fly in the sky are completely different from those in the stands. It's not at all uncomfortable when those crazy shouts explode in my ears.

Snape smiled: "Now you know why I don't like watching games."

The game was about to start, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor players took to the sky, waiting for the referee's whistle.The atmosphere in the stands became more heated, and Signus also tensed up, staring at the Quaffle in the referee's hand.

"Do you think this match can be won?" Snape asked.He thought that Signus would give an affirmative answer, but in fact the other party hesitated and said reluctantly: "It's difficult."

"In terms of the overall lineup, today's Slytherin and Gryffindor are slightly inferior, so the position of the seeker is very important, and Potter is very good. Slytherin's current seeker is far away. Not as good as him."

Snape was surprised: "I thought you would tell me that Slytherin would win without any doubts."

Signus twitched the corner of his mouth: "If I can play, of course I can say that, because I will guarantee to win the game. But unfortunately, now I am just a spectator and can only watch..." Accompanied by Gryffin Cheers after multiple goals, Signus took a deep breath and spat out the last words: "This disaster."

I really want to go up and help them!Signus clenched his fists, suppressing the emotions that were about to explode, and kept reminding himself that the competition was for school students, and a squib couldn't ride a broom.

Snape looked at the score, then at Signus, who was silent beside him: "I don't think it's a good idea to watch the game."

"I think so too," Signus said. "I might need a soothing potion when I get back."

The game ended with Potter catching the Snitch, and Slytherin lost by 180 points.Signus was not very disappointed, this result was expected, he had already accepted the result with the foresight of the entire game, and now he could face it calmly.

He and Snape stayed in the stands for a while longer, and then left when there were fewer people.The Slytherin house team were below.

"It's okay." No matter how angry he was just now, Signus had a good attitude in front of several new players: "Practice well, and we will win back later."

The Gryffindor students also came out of the field and laughed provocatively when they saw them.Potter waved the Snitch, showing off their victory.

Signus didn't feel that this matter had anything to do with him. It was just a dispute between Slytherin and Gryffindor students. He was a professor, so there was no need to participate in it. He could be a bystander or control it on both sides. When you can't stop fighting, think about how many points you will deduct from these brats.

But someone just wanted to help him find his presence.When Sirius saw him here, the smile that had just won on his face suddenly subsided, and he walked towards him.No one knew what he wanted to do, and several Slytherins watched him warily.

"I suggest you get out of here with those stupid lions," Snape said.

Sirius hated him the most, so naturally he wouldn't listen to him, and just ignored his existence, and his eyes fell on Signus. The complex emotions in it surprised Signus that his small brain with a simple structure could I can learn to think.But this surprise only lasted a few seconds, and when Sirius spoke, Signus knew that he really shouldn't have any fantasies about him.

"Sorry." Signus looked at the boy in front of him scratching his hair, and said uncomfortably, "Today's game, uh..."

He didn't seem to know what to say, Signus observed his expression, and could see that he didn't have any malice, and he was indeed apologizing for today's victory.This was embarrassing, no matter how sincere Sirius' intentions were, Signus had no interest in his apology, and even wanted to punch someone.

This kid thinks that I am a squib now, not only can't play the game, but even has to avoid sitting in the stands, and now that the game is over, he feels that my "fragile heart" needs comfort.I probably didn't become a squib in his eyes, but a weak waste.

"When will you be more mature!" Snape yelled unbearably, then gave the still stupid Sirius a hard look, pulled Signus and left.The rest of the Slytherin house stood there like a wall, preventing Sirius from following.

On the other side, Signus was dragged back to the castle calmly, and the irritability in his heart began to boil again.He tried his best to suppress this feeling, not wanting to show it in front of other people.

"I want to be alone," he said to Snape when he returned to his office.The other party looked at him worriedly, not sure if he should put him here.

Signus knew what he was worried about, so he smiled: "It's okay, Sirius is like that, I'm used to it."

"Okay." Snape reluctantly kissed him on the lips before leaving.

Signus waited at the door for a while, then also left the office.

The restlessness was getting stronger and stronger. He knew what he needed now, so he hurried towards the Room of Requirement. The moment he opened the door and entered, Signus felt that he had finally calmed down.He breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down next to the half-finished model.

Surrounded by various parts, he raised his hand like in the past, and the things in his mind immediately floated over and landed in his palm.This is the power of the Room of Requirement, not because he has recovered his magic power, but the illusion created can still soothe him, making him know that he should not be addicted to it, and he still runs here all day uncontrollably.

Maybe I should tell Sif, Signus has thought this way for the umpteenth time, Sif must have a way to stop him from indulging in the illusion, maybe in a few years Sif can help him really recover his magic power.But as soon as this thought arises, it is immediately suppressed.He seemed to hear a voice saying to him: The Room of Requirement is not something evil, he is just making models here, how can it be called indulging?Who knows how long it will take Snape to make the potion to restore magic power, maybe years, maybe decades, will he really have to wait without hope?

No, how can it be called hopeless!Signus suppressed the noise and continued working on his models.But that voice didn't let him go, and soon appeared in his ears again.

Are you really going to wait for Snape to save you?Why not figure it out yourself?You used to not be like a weak person, unable to hold on to your fate, expecting others to save you.Oh yes, you're a Squib now.

"Shut up!" Signus threw away the tools and stood up abruptly.The voice finally didn't bother him anymore, but he didn't relax because of it, turned around and rushed out of the room.

"Professor Black?" In the corridor, the professor in charge of the night watch tonight looked at him in surprise, startled by his sudden appearance.

Signus forced himself to calm down, and smiled politely at the other party: "I'm making a model here, and I forgot the time. Is there a curfew already?"

"Yes." The professor was still at a loss: "Excuse me, this is...the Room of Response? Your magic power..."

"I don't know why." Signus said helplessly: "Sev said that the way I became a Squib is different from others. I don't know if it has something to do with it. Anyway, the Room of Requirement is willing to let me in."

"Maybe..." The professor didn't quite understand this explanation, and didn't ask any more. Seeing that Signus was about to go back to the office, he asked again, "Do you need me to take you?"

Signus paused, then smiled: "No, thank you."

Maybe it was the cold air brought by the wind at night. The professor always felt that the surroundings were several degrees colder, which made him shiver.

Signus strode all the way back to the office, and didn't finally show fatigue until the door was closed and he was alone in the room.He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, poured another glass of vodka and downed it in one gulp.I don't know if it was because he was too anxious to walk just now, but he has been panting rapidly, and his brain also feels a lack of oxygen.

What's wrong with me?Signus sat down with his wine glass in his hand, recalling the voice in the Response Room, unable to distinguish whether it was from his own heart or some kind of deceptive magic.

"Siegel?" A familiar voice called his name gently, but Signus seemed to be stabbed by something, and bounced violently, the wine glass rolled down on the carpet.

Snape stood at the bedroom door, his sleepiness dissipated: "What's wrong with you?"

Signus didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only look at him. Snape saw the helplessness in his eyes, and didn't bother to ask him where he came from so late, and stepped forward to hug him , stroking his back comfortingly.

"Okay, you need to rest. Let's talk about tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Signus nodded, watching Snape change into his pajamas and pull him into bed.He felt that the boy also climbed up and held him in his arms. The warm body temperature made him feel better.Exhaustion followed, and the tide flooded his nerves.