[HP] Lost and Returning

That night, Salazar was bored and sat on the bed in a daze, while Lucius obediently did his transfiguration homework at the desk.

Knock, knock... Someone knocked on the door: "Abraxas? Malfoy..." The deep voice was impatient and somewhat threatening.

Lucius stiffened when he heard the sound, it was Severus!

Salazar blinked, walked to the door, glanced at Lucius, a spell turned the blond man into a ferret again, and then opened the door: "Professor Snape, what's the matter?"

"Follow me." The dark-haired Slytherin moved his lips slightly, in a commanding tone.

Salazar raised his eyebrows, and walked behind his dean without much hesitation. The two of them didn't speak a word along the way, and finally arrived at the cellar.

【Hey, Parseltongue, good evening! 】The snake relief on the handrail of the cellar door looked up affectionately and greeted. Since Salazar had spoken to the snake relief in the common room, in less than an hour, all the snake-attribute items in Slytherin knew that Malfoy, who had just entered the school, was a Parseltongue.

Salazar nodded imperceptibly, and followed the professor into the cellar.

"Skipping two classes in one day, I hope you still remember that you are a Slytherin, not a brainless Gryffindor." Snape turned his head and began to lecture: "Or do you like to attract attention?" The irony in the rhetorical question is strong.

He remembered being a Slytherin, Salazar thought, and Snape was wrong, Gryffindors were smart, at least Godric was calculating.

Snape looked at the silent boy, thinking that the other party had realized his mistake. This child's surname was Malfoy, and his appearance was definitely characteristic of a friend's family. Could it be Lucius' illegitimate child?No matter how he thought about it, Snape didn't quite believe it. Although his friend's condition was top-notch, he was by no means a reckless person.Speaking of Lucius, there has been no news since his disappearance. The Dark Lord didn't mention it, and they didn't dare to mention it at the party. Or is it that Lucius was ordered by the Dark Lord to do other things?Narcissa asked him several times, but unfortunately he couldn't give an accurate answer.

"Memorize these by heart." Snape picked up a piece of parchment from the desk and threw it on the laboratory table, then went to correct the students' homework and ignored the others.

Salazar pulled the chair in front of the experiment table and sat down, staring blankly at the parchment, densely packed, all in the language of wizards, unable to understand.What's this?

The only information Snape learned from a certain first-year student was that Abraxas was not good at potions, so he listed out the preparation methods and precautions of cold potions for the boy to memorize, for the sake of the boy's injury In the end, he no longer scolded him but the same mistake cannot be made a second time.

An hour later, after Snape finished grading his homework, he got up and took out two bottles of potion from the locker, and then walked up to the boy: "Take it back and drink it, there will be no next time." Snape took it for granted An hour is enough to memorize the formula of a potion, so he drove them away.

Salazar held the potion in a daze, what is this, stood up, he nodded, turned and walked out, after closing the door, he handed the potion to the snake relief on the handle to see.

【what is this? 】

[Ah, wait a minute, I'll ask] It seems that no one has talked to it for a long time, so it twisted happily into the cellar, consulted the senior old snake sculpture in the cellar, and soon it came out: [It's blood replenishment Drugs and sedatives. 】Blood?Soothing?This professor is giving him wound medicine?They are clearly strangers.

Salazar has always positioned Snape as a stranger, so he doesn't know much about this kind of help without any intention. What a strange wizard, he is so serious in class and even behaves so much that he hates children. Why would you want to give him these?Unfortunately, he doesn't need them.Having said that, Salazar still put the potion in the space bag on his waist, tilted his head, he thought, maybe he can find another way to avoid potions class, this professor is indeed as Lucius said is not malicious.

After walking out of the cellar, Salazar was still awake, and the slight pain in his arm made him not want to go back to the dormitory to sleep immediately, so let's go around, it's interesting here.Salazar wandered around one classroom and then the next one, so as to familiarize himself with the location of the next classroom, he couldn't keep bothering the snake statue for directions. Soon, he wandered to the observatory, which is a very suitable place for stargazing, Sa Racha looked at the long spiral staircase, still going up step by step, he likes the starry sky.

Walking to the high platform, Salazar frowned slightly. Someone had already arrived first. Looking from behind, with messy hair, it seemed to be the Harry he met last time. Sure enough, when the other party turned his head, it was Harry!

"It's you?" Harry was surprised. Slytherin students basically didn't go out at night. Although it was not yet the gate control time, it was already very late.

Salazar took a few steps forward. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky: "I'll see them." Sometimes Salazar was very straightforward, such as now, to a boy who also went to the observatory to stare at the starry sky in a daze. .

Harry turned his head back again. This Abraxas was completely different from that Malfoy. There was a kind of tranquility about this new student, not annoying or obtrusive.I really don't know why I feel this way about a Slytherin student.

The two stood quietly for a long, long time. Harry had changed a lot since the death of his godfather. Although he was still playing and joking with Ron on the surface, he grew up quickly in his heart. He became more like quiet, and occasionally He likes to be alone, so he always finds time to come out alone, for example, at this time, to look at the sky, imagining that Sirius is looking at him at the end of the sky.

"Abraxas" was Harry who broke the silence first: "Is your arm okay?" It was just a courtesy concern.

"It's okay." Salazar replied without moving.

Harry was injured almost every year. He knew the pain. He looked at the sky again. No matter how painful a living person is, it is better than a dead person, because there is hope only when alive. ?"

Salazar blinked. It was a question, which meant the answer still needed to be answered: "No."

Harry turned his head and looked at the boy who gave a negative answer. There was no sneer or sarcasm on this boy's face, but a very serious expression: "Aren't you there?" Maybe he just needed someone to wake him up, stop being stupid Instead of being in a daze, he should spend his time on more important things, such as dealing with the Dark Lord, which was his destiny.

"The dead are not in the sky, but in the heart." Salazar retracted his gaze: "As long as you remember, they will always exist." Just like his mother, even though she had died long ago, she still lived in his heart.

Harry froze, he didn't expect an eleven-year-old to say to him: "Thank you." Even if it was a Malfoy, he thought he needed to thank him.

Not understanding what he had done to be thanked by the other party, Salazar raised his eyebrows, and casually took out a bottle of potion from the interspatial bag and handed it over: "Here, I don't need it." The wizard's things are still returned to the wizard, He does not accept favors from strange wizards unless absolutely necessary.Salazar calculated that, in his thinking, it would not be considered a favor not to use these things.

"That's it?" Harry wondered, not being good with potions.

"Sedative." With that word, Salazar turned and left, it was time to go back to sleep.

After a while, Harry was the only one left on the observatory. He looked at the boy's leaving back, and then looked at the night sky again: "Abraxas, what a strange Malfoy, what do you think, Sirius?"

Harry whispered in his heart, he would not come here to miss anyone anymore, the person he missed was enough in his heart.