[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

A gorgeous lounge, the fire in the fireplace is burning and crackling, reflecting the warmth in the room. Snape saw portraits smiling at him, some in black wizard robes, some in medieval frock coats, the most recent being a middle-aged man with messy hair and a suit.Seeing Snape's appearance, his eyes seemed complicated, and then a transparent thing flew out of the portrait, floating in front of Snape.

"You are Eileen's child."

This is not a question, but an affirmation. Those who can pass the approval of the magic dragon and enter the core of the altar, except for the heirs of the Prince family, do not think about it.

"...grandfather..." Snape wasn't sure if he could call him that, the ghost in front of him should be his grandfather, CircePrince...

"Your mother, is she okay?" Circe's expression became complicated when he said this.

"My mother has passed away, so I came back to take back everything that should belong to my mother and me."

"Is Eileen dead?" Circe was in a daze.

"Her spirit did not come back, and never has been."

"As expected." Snape was not surprised by this answer, maybe he was beginning to understand his mother now, it sounds beautiful to be with the one he loves forever.

"Your eyes really look like Eileen." Circe's soul returned to the portrait.

"Only the eyes, I look, should be more like my father," Snape said.

"She should come back... She should come back..." Circe was still muttering regretfully.

"My mother told me some things about the Prince family and the books of immortality, but she was still alive at that time, so she couldn't say more because of contract magic. I think my grandfather should know better."

"Who sent you here?" Circe asked sensitively.

"If you've heard Lord Voldemort, he brought me back. Also, Clare's descendants, but alas, the Lord and I both think the Clares are idiots despite being purebloods." Snape left no stone unturned. Criticized affectionately.

"You're doing things for the Dark Lord! Isn't he an easy-going leader?" Circe found it hard to believe, whether it was because of Eileen's protection of Muggles, or because Snape himself was a half-blood, the Dark Lord was all about it. I don't like it.

"Don't say that, Grandpa. Sometimes the Lord looks lovely." Especially when he was ill, looking at him so embarrassed, holding out his hand, and saying to him: My medicine... Snape laughed Very cruel.

Snape knew that his heart was sick and distorted. This was a terminal illness, but the person who could cure his terminal illness had already left.

"Your temperament is really like Eileen, more like a member of the Prince family." Circe sighed in frustration, being cruel to others, and even more cruel to himself, the tradition of the Prince family.

"What's your name?" Circe asked. It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to have the opportunity to see this grandson again in the future. He must not even know his name.

"Severus, my last name is Snape, and I would be honored if you would call me Severus Prince."

"Well, Severus, you have to remember. The Tome of Immortality is not a book, it is invisible, in your head. The heir is like a key, and no one but you can open the Tome of Immortality, even if So is your Lord. This book is open to you whenever you want to read it, but it will only let you go if you find the answer," Circe warned.

"You can use it to do bad things, but remember, everything will be punished tenfold on you. Making potions of immortality requires a special talent. I don't have it, and neither does your mother, but I think... You have." Circe saw the power surging in the child, the hope of the Prince family.Those hollow black pupils seemed cold and heartless, but Circe, who was as scheming as he was, understood the emotions hidden in them.Finally, Circe gave a rare smile.

"Finally, what I want to say is, boy, I don't think you have the talent to be a bad person."

Snape snorted noncommittally, ending the conversation with his grandfather.

Soon, Snape understood the meaning of what his grandfather said, that the Book of Immortality was indeed not an ordinary book... the dark sky shimmered with countless blue shimmering particles, like stars dotted in the night sky, and he walked In a starry sky. The ancestors of the Prince family were really smart. In order to prevent those who are not qualified from getting the glory that belongs to the Prince family, they invented this special magic and way to pass the wealth down from generation to generation.

Snape didn't know whether he had reached the end of the universe or his soul was out of his body. Everything in front of him was unreal, the place under his feet was like cotton, and every step was in the void, and those blue The stars are getting bigger and bigger, bigger and more like letters, constantly changing, each change is a different combination, if it weren't for Snape's photographic memory, he probably wouldn't have noticed that those letters were organic to combine.

It was a book, and he was, unbelievably, in the book now.He didn't know how he got into the book, the center of the Prince altar was a big house with a magic circle painted on it, the roof was made of crystal, and the moonlight shone on the center of the magic circle.He went in, and when the moonlight fell on him, he found himself in this place.

I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I got out.

Snape tried to make sense of the letter combinations, maybe he could give himself some hints.Time is constantly passing by, those letters are constantly arranged, scattered, re-arranged, and scattered again, very fast, even with astonishing observation and memory skills like Snape, if he wants to grasp the meaning of those jumping letters, he still feels very strenuous.

Closing his eyes, Snape decided to give himself a breather, if this continued, he would go blind.Those letter combinations kept replaying in my mind, one after another. For ordinary wizards, those letter combinations were chaotic.But Snape could find some kind of inner law, these letters were always combined according to this law. People in the Prince family always have better logical reasoning ability than ordinary wizards.If there is no logical thinking in making potions, then it is better to make poisons.

After thinking about it for a while, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, and Snape opened his eyes suddenly.

"I see." Snape thought he understood.

Looking at those flashing letters, still jumping constantly, Snape smiled slightly, if you look at it this way, the meaning is easy to understand. After Snape rearranged those letter combinations according to a certain pattern, he finally got what he wanted.

Snape, who loves research extremely, and has a hunger for knowledge, has been stagnant under this starry sky for a long time, so long that he feels that it is almost his whole life...

The scene changed again, and when Snape's feet were back on the ground again, he fainted a bit unaccustomed to it.When he came back to his senses, the magic circle was gone, the crystal roof was gone, and even the big house was gone.He went back to the living room full of portraits, the hands of the wall clock were still at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the firewood in the fireplace hadn't finished burning, as if everything just now was a dream of Snape...

Circe's portrait was awakened by Snape, who yawned.

"Four and a half hours, child, the time you spent is really short. I stayed in that place for three full days before I figured it out."

"That's the difference between a genius and an idiot." Snape collected himself and sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace to rest.

"You kid is really rude." Circe was shocked.

Snape recalled what he had just seen, no wonder many people said that the Prince family was full of mysterious freaks, who could think of ways to torture people.Personally, though, Snape liked it that way.

"I should go back." Snape closed his eyes for half an hour, and when it was three o'clock in the morning, he stood up, intending to go home and take a good rest.What happened tonight had consumed his energy for almost a month, and he felt that he could probably sleep for three days.

"Son, you'll be back." Circe waved Snape goodbye.

"Maybe."

Borg thought his leg must be broken, paralyzed...why hasn't that bloody Snape come back?Why is this magic dragon so obedient!How long it has been, Borg doesn't know, but it is certain that he has maintained this twisted posture and stared at the dragon without moving.

Finally, just when Borg thought he was about to die, he heard the familiar and steady footsteps getting closer.

The dragon looked very excited to see his new master back, and finally looked away, Borg slumped on the ground.

"GoodBoy." Snape touched the dragon's horn again.

"I heard that your name is Seraphim, I like it very much." Snape knew it from the mysterious tome of immortality.

The magic dragon let out a low growl, and some sparks spewed out of its nostrils, which meant it was very happy.

"Mr. Borg Prince, if your legs can still move, I think we should go. It's been a long night." Snape walked gracefully and calmly to the side of the infinitely embarrassed Borg.

"That's the happiest sentence I've heard tonight, we should go." Borg had been looking forward to this sentence for a long time.

"Where's the Book of Immortality?" Borg followed Snape's pace, looking at Snape who was alone in a puzzled way. He should have got that thing, right?

Snape didn't answer or pause, just raised his hand expressionlessly and pointed to his head.Right here, dumbass.

When Snape returned to Spinner's End, James was dozing off in the elf world with the spyglass in his arms.The sound from the mirror woke him up, and James sat up excitedly.

Finally coming back, Snape really wanted to ask what happened tonight.It's a pity that the peeping mirror can only see the other party, but cannot talk to it.

Snape looked tired, which made James' heart ache again.

The next day, Snape and Borg went to return to Voldemort. In fact, Borg didn't have much to say. According to the rules of the Prince's family contract, as a member of the Prince's family, he couldn't tell Voldemort about the guardian beast and the magic space. So he could only stand beside Snape, and luckily Voldemort was not interested in those at all, he only wanted to know about the books of immortality.

"Lord, that's not really a book," Snape explained.

"It doesn't matter." It wasn't the book itself that Voldemort cared about.

"Are you capable of completing it successfully?" Voldemort asked directly on the most important point.

"If I'm not sure, I won't come back to see the Lord today, and I'll just choose to run for my life." Snape was still so confident, making Borg look even more pale by comparison.

Voldemort closed his eyes with a complicated expression. Although he no longer trusted Snape so much, the only person he could rely on when it came to the potion of immortality was Snape.A talent like Snape really makes those who own him love and hate, want to kill but can't.

"Whatever you need, just ask, I can satisfy all the conditions." Voldemort said, in his heart, all current matters must be compromised for his path to eternal life.

"Lord, I don't have any personal needs. If it's from potions, I need the Sorcerer's Stone." The Sorcerer's Stone is not easy to find, and the only owner he knows of the Sorcerer's Stone is Nicolas Flamel, an old friend of Albus. , and that old guy was even more thief than Albus.

Sure enough, Voldemort murmured.

"The Philosopher's Stone, I know too..." Voldemort had been looking for the Philosopher's Stone for almost as long as he had been looking for the Tome of Immortality.Everyone knows that to make a potion of immortality, the first thing you need is the Philosopher's Stone.But knowing it is one thing, finding it is another. That old guy Nicolas Flamel is so tough, he hasn't even touched the shadow of the other party yet.

"Sorcerer's Stone, I will find a way. You are indispensable for finding the book of immortality this time. If you want any reward, you can just ask for it." Now Voldemort's feelings for Snape are getting more and more complicated. Every time he sees Snape Snape, his first thought was to kill him, but the next moment he knew clearly that he couldn't do without him...

"Lord, I don't have anything I want." You can't give me what I really want...

"Are you going to take a vacation?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

"You are indeed too tired for more than a month. First, you helped me get rid of James Potter, regained the territory of the Potter family, and then helped me find the tome of immortality and make potions. Are you too tired?"

Snape didn't know what Voldemort meant when he said this, so he could only reply politely.

"Lord, my subordinates are used to it. For me, work is the whole of life."

"Maybe you should try to take it easy, for example... For example, you can ask Borg to help you. Recently, Borg has been very interested in the potion you developed. Maybe you can teach him." Voldemort really hated it That feeling of being at the mercy of Snape and having to live with it.

Sure enough, did it still arouse his suspicion? Snape sneered, trying to get rid of the potion he made?Go dreaming!

"Lord, it's not that my subordinates are selfish or conceited. The potion I invented can only be made by myself. There is a saying in the ancient books of immortality, which is deeply understood by the Prince family. The distinction is called the magic level. Subordinates are at the top of the magic level, and ordinary wizards are at the beginning level, and can only make some common potions such as blessing potions and compound decoctions. Special potions, such as those that the Lord has taken before, must be made by a professional potionist. As for Borg, he has the blood of the Prince family, so he is at a high level. But for the potions of his subordinates In other words, his ability is still too weak, and his magic power is not enough to support him to complete the whole preparation process." Having said that, Snape looked at the angrily Borg.

"However, if Mr. BorgPrince is open-minded and asks for advice, the subordinate can try to teach him, maybe let him try it himself, and he will be able to understand the meaning of the subordinate's words." Actually, these words were for Voldemort, he It doesn't matter whether Borg understands the meaning of the words, what matters is whether Voldemort understands it or not.

Voldemort knew that what Snape said made sense intellectually, but emotionally he still wanted to give it a try, Borg would definitely not work, he knew that!But... Voldemort thought, maybe, he could do it himself!Yes, Voldemort was also a genius at Potions.As long as he knew the ingredients and methods of Snape's potion preparation, then he could experiment by himself.

"Borg, you should thank Severus. Although he is the same age as you, he is indeed a good mentor. Under his guidance, Regulus has become able to be independent. It is a rare opportunity for you to learn from him. Chance."

Hearing what Voldemort said, Borg had nothing to refuse, so he could only worship his teacher with seven grievances and eight grievances, and followed Snape back to make potions.

After Snape and Borg left, Voldemort fell into deep thought again.He had looked at Severus like a bug long ago, when Severus had just come to him.He looked down on half-breeds, and to Voldemort at the time, Severus was his dog, who could insult, beat and scold at will.So at that time he could cast the Cruciatus Curse on Severus without hesitation, and he could do whatever he wanted to him without worrying about anything.

But gradually, he began to appreciate that forbearing boy, his talent, his potion, his mind, and his personality.So he began to gradually entrust Severus with important responsibilities, and developed a little respect for him, no longer insulting him, no longer casually casting curses on him, just like he did to Lucius.At that time, he was very relieved of Severus, seeing Severus as a nagging doctor, giving orders by his side every day, and he would do what he said.It was the best time ever...

When did it start?Suddenly one morning, when he saw Severus walking in, he felt an unprecedented threat and uneasiness in his heart.The boy's thin body became tall and strong, and he looked at him deeply, like a sleeping dragon about to wake up.The potion that he used to be so relieved has become as hard to swallow as poison. Severus began to show his outstanding ability, as long as anything was entrusted to him, he could do it perfectly.The ordinary Death Eaters feared him as much as they feared themselves.Those cold eyes were like a real snake, a Slytherin snake.

And these were absolutely intolerable to Voldemort!When he started thinking about suppressing and snubbing Severus, he found that he couldn't do without him.As long as he didn't drink that potion for a day, he would feel something wrong all over his body, and the pain of trying to quit the medicine last time seemed to be still in his body.And splitting the Horcrux was simply drinking poison to quench thirst, and the only potion of immortality that could solve the problem could only rely on Severus... Severus, like a cancer growing in his heart, could not be plucked out or cut off.

Voldemort is only now beginning to regret, and this is the first time in his life, why he left Severus in the first place...