[HP] Lost and Returning

Salazar didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so he didn't stay in the dormitory for long, and he took the ferret version of Lucius out of the dormitory, he wanted to look around.

While wandering around the castle, he saw the boy he met on the train, who seemed to be called Harry, with messy black hair and a pair of green eyes, which was easy to remember.

Harry came out to relax. There was too much noise in the dormitory. Ever since his godfather died, he had been unable to adapt. He was suffering and lost. After finally having a relative he could rely on, he lost it easily.Although no one blamed him, he knew very well that it was all his fault, that he was stupid enough to take the hallucinations into reality, and that he killed his godfather because of his arbitrariness and running to the Ministry of Magic!Standing by the window, Harry looked up at the sky, is Sirius there?

Salazar didn't understand the human mind well, but he was sensitive to simple emotional fluctuations. The boy had a sad breath on him, but it was none of his business. He raised his foot, and Salazar was ready to go.

"Ah, it's you!" Harry caught a glimpse of the boy next to him from the corner of his eye, and Harry narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

"...Hello." When someone stopped him, the first etiquette should be to say hello, reminding himself that he should communicate with a wizard like a wizard, Salazar said politely.

"...Good afternoon." Harry hadn't been greeted by a Malfoy before, he scratched his head, not used to it: "My name is Harry." When introducing himself, Harry never liked to use his last name.

For Salazar, names are used for calling, so he is not used to being called Mr. What among wizards. Harry's introduction undoubtedly pleases him: "I am Abraxas, sorry Excuse me." Nodding slightly, Salazar turned and left.

Harry stayed where he was, is this really Malfoy?It felt so strange to talk to him with that face and that attitude.

Salazar continued his sightseeing tour. At this time, he didn't know that the green-eyed boy he met just now belonged to the Potter family, and the dagger he was looking for was the treasure of the Potter family.

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In the afternoon, Potions class.

Lucius was alone in the dormitory, and he knew his friend's temper better than anyone else. He didn't know what would happen when the two collided. Now, Lucius also thought of something, the boy couldn't read words, so he Being able to send messages out, like communicating with Severus while doing his Potions homework?But it's dangerous too, it's fine if you don't get caught, he's almost done if he's caught, and what can he talk to Severus about?He can see the strength of this boy, who else can he count on to help him?

Dismissing this idea for now, Lucius began to think about Animagus.He had practiced Animagus before, failed many times, succeeded only once, and stopped when he found out that his Animagus was a harmless ferret.Now it seems that the boy is forcing him to transform into an Animagus. While the boy is not in the dormitory, he has to relearn this. It may be useful in the future if he can change his body shape freely.

At this time, Salazar was already sitting in the dark and damp cellar.

Snape stood on the podium to roll the roll, when it came to Abraxas?When he called Malfoy's name, he paused, and looked at the boy with the name of his friend's father, but the other party had a very calm face. After the roll call, Snape swept the low pressure over all the students, and started His routine admonition: "You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making. Since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I am not I don’t expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance coming out of the slow-simmering cauldron. You won’t really understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, which makes people’s hearts sway and their minds blurred... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I often meet."

Potions, Salazar sighed inwardly, the most useless subject in his eyes.The brat liked this, and he, wasn't interested at all.

"You just need to make a simple cold potion for this class," Snape waved his wand, and various blackboard writings appeared: "Be careful and follow the steps!"

Not even a basic explanation?Salazar was a little troubled. He couldn't understand the book on the blackboard. Fortunately, two people brewed the potion. Leaving aside the unknown first-year Slytherin next to him, he said, "This I'm not very good at it, so please tell me if there's anything you need me to do."

"Ah, it's okay, I'll cut it." The first grader started to work honestly, but to complete it within the specified time, one person is not enough: "You put the freshly cut wormwood and reed root into the crucible, and I will Cut the mint leaves."

Salazar couldn't tell what wormwood and reed root were, but he knew which was freshly cut, and reached out and picked up all the cut things and threw them into the already lit cauldron, he didn't know the amount, while the one next to him was focused on cutting mint Ye didn't pay attention here either.

Salazar, who was idle, saw that some students at other tables were stirring the liquid in the crucible with glass rods, um, they were going to be stirred with magic power, Salazar followed suit, he picked up the glass rod and stretched it in to stir it, it didn't matter Differentiate between direction and strength.Salazar had never made potions before, and if he had, he wouldn't be doing such a foolish thing.

The magic fluctuation in the crucible suddenly became violent, and Salazar's instinct told him: Danger!

Before the defensive barrier could be completely erected, there was a "bang--", the crucible exploded, and the sound was deafening. All the students watched blankly as a certain table in the first row was completely destroyed, covered in smoke.

Snape was patrolling and deducting points from Gryffindor, he turned his head when he heard the sound, stepped forward quickly, waved his wand to disperse the smoke, and kept saying "Idiots, you—" Halfway through, Snape It stopped.

The first grader who was cutting mint leaves was standing outside the table in shock. His hand holding the knife was still shaking, but he was not injured.As for the other one, it was different. The child was slightly bowed, and the whole right arm was dripping with blood, and the blood was dripping down the fingertips.

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding students turned pale, covered their mouths, and let out low moans, while some girls in Gryffindor screamed directly.

It was just brewing cold potion, no matter how bad it was, it would not cause such an explosion. Snape, who was always venomous, forgot to blame when he saw such a bloody scene. He reached out to help the boy who seemed to be a little unstable.

"Don't touch me—" Salazar snapped, turning his head, a red light flashing in his eyes, just for a moment.

But Snape had already seen it, and he couldn't help trembling in his heart. He couldn't mistake the red pupil just now. This pupil color was too terrifying for him, and the only one he saw was the Dark Lord.The Potions Master's hand stopped in mid-air.

Quickly recovering from the pain, Salazar smiled wryly in his heart. The incomplete defensive barrier erected made it easier for the boy next to him. Excuse me, is this the cause of the explosion?It seems that he can't touch this kind of thing.

"If you still have brains, you should know that you have to go to the medical room now." Snape withdrew his hand, without accusing the other party of his misoperation.

Medical room?A place to heal wounds?Salazar quickly digested the information, but most of the methods used by wizards to treat wounds are potions: "I'll go now." Clutching his injured arm, after leaving the cellar, Salazar went straight back to the dormitory. He didn't believe in wizards. .

After Salazar entered, he quickly closed the door, and then leaned against the door panel weakly. The injury was not serious, but the blood continued to flow. Excessive blood loss was very dangerous for him.

Lucius looked at the injured boy stupidly. He never thought that the boy would come back like this, with his entire right arm completely crippled?What the hell happened?