[HP] Squib Prince

"Dumbledore, you ruined my potion again!" The black-haired young man angrily shouted at the white-haired old man sitting behind the desk as soon as he entered the door, "If it's not an important matter, you'd better pray Your idiot phoenix can shed enough tears! Otherwise..." The threat in the unfinished words was self-evident.

The old man wore half-moon glasses, and his blue eyes looked very wise.He looked at the young man with black air all over his face with a smile, and was not angry at the young man's bad attitude.

"Severus," Dumbledore said with a good-natured smile, "you don't have to be so impatient, would you like a cup of honey grapefruit tea? Muggle drinks are sometimes a good choice."

The person in front of him was none other than Severus Snape, the professor of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and the youngest Head of Slytherin House.If Brian was here and still kept the memory of being in the alley, he would definitely recognize this person as the young man who killed someone in the alley and spoke in a sarcastic tone.Of course, since he has completely forgotten this memory at this time, this possibility does not exist.

Snape thought of Dumbledore's usual taste, and his already dark face became even uglier.But he finally endured it, and replied bluntly, "No! I still want my teeth."

"Oh, don't be so rigid, dear Severus." Dumbledore still persuaded, "Sweets help you feel better."

"If I was called here just to say this useless nonsense, then I don't think I need to stay." Severus said

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore looked at Snape, who had reached the limit of his patience, and sighed, "Young people are always so impatient. I heard that you are improving the baby nutrition potion recently, I am thinking of you Can you make some for little Harry? You know, the poor kid..."

"What makes you think I'm going to make potions for the Potter cubs?" Snape frowned and growled in a low voice.The low voice covered the tremor in his voice well.

Dumbledore looked at Snape's forbearance, and sighed: "You know it's not just James' child, and Lily's death is not the child's fault."

"Enough!" Snape secretly clenched his fists, but did not refute Dumbledore's words.

Seeing him like this, Dumbledore knew that he agreed.Then he changed the subject and asked, "Then I will entrust you with the potion for little Harry, Severus. Also, I heard that you plan to inherit the Prince Manor recently?"

Snape still didn't seem to calm down. After listening to Dumbledore's tentative question, he pursed his bloodless lips unhappily, and then reluctantly replied: "I need more information. I think This matter is not within your jurisdiction."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, covering the flash of light in his eyes, "I just hope to help you, my child."

Snape gave him a disgusted look, and said in a very unpleasant tone, "I don't need your help. Also, Slytherin will always fulfill his promise, put away your temptations, Dumbledore." After finishing speaking, Snape Nepe strode out of the office, leaving only Dumbledore smiling wryly at his billowing robe feet.

If possible, Dumbledore didn't want to test this poor young man, but his contact with Snape was not long enough for him to fully trust this Slytherin.For Lily, Snape was willing to vote for the Order of the Phoenix. Now that Lily is gone, how can there be any guarantee that Snape will not return to the Death Eaters?

Suppressing his anger, Snape returned to the cellar from Dumbledore's headmaster's room. On the way, he found a lot of trouble from the little Gryffindor trolls, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

Sitting at his desk, Snape was in no mood to fiddle with his potions at all, and even more impatient to correct the homework of those little trolls who came here without thinking.He was in a daze for a while, which was rare, then turned and entered the bedroom, closed the door, and carefully cast protective spells around him.After checking that nothing was missing, Snape slowly dragged out a black suitcase from the storage cabinet.This is an old box, the leather is fine, and it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained.The corners of the box are also covered with silver hollow lace, the pattern is very complicated, those lace are like vines, and finally converge on the silver keyhole.On the top of the keyhole is a seal similar to the family emblem, and it also looks like a variant letter "P", which seems to come from an ancient nobleman.

This box was acquired by Snape after the death of his mother, Irene Prince, and it can be said to be the only inheritance left to him by his mother.If it wasn't for the fact that his mother put a protective spell on the box, so that most people wouldn't be able to find it, Tobias would have taken out even this box and sold it.Thinking of this unhappy childhood experience, Snape's expression was a little complicated.He looked at the box and didn't move.After a while, he took out his wand and poured magic power into the keyhole. With a burst of light green light, the lock was opened.

Snape's face was still expressionless, but if one looked closely, one could see that his hand that was not holding the wand was shaking slightly, and there were small twitches in the muscles of his face.He opened it carefully, as if he were opening a Pandora's box.The box was finally opened.Surprisingly there wasn't anything valuable in the chest, mostly old potions notebooks and diaries.The cover of the notebook is invariably signed with a scrawled name—Eileen Prince.

In addition to those Potions Notes that Snape had read many times, there was also a family tree that seemed to have been touched many times.Snape hadn't looked through the family tree before, but the situation was different now, and he needed to confirm some things.He took a deep breath, and opened the family tree.This was the first, and perhaps the last time, that he took a serious look at the Prince family situation.

Snape slowly opened the genealogy, which carried the glorious history of the Prince family, and as the scroll unfolded little by little, the names of the people on it were revealed one by one.It's a pity, because the entire Prince family didn't leave a single pure blood, all the names on it are gray.Snape didn't care about the names of his ancestors many generations ago, he carefully checked all the relationships from his grandfather's generation.It's ridiculous to say that in a huge pure-blood family, due to the pitiful number of offspring, the relationship on the genealogy is actually clear at a glance.

Snape frowned, and unconsciously tapped the family tree in his hand with his index finger.He thought carefully about the pendant he saw on the young man, and it was indeed the crest of the Prince family.This alone was enough to alert Snape, who had survived as a double agent.It's just that these records on the genealogy are all he has known for a long time, except for the unexplained decline of the Prince family, there is really no suspicious point to follow.Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help staring at one of the names, his eyes sharpened.

Before he could think about it, the vigilant spell vibrated.He quickly put things back in place before hurried out of the bedroom.

"Severus," said a woman's voice from inside the fireplace, "I hope you don't mind my intrusion."

Snape pursed his lips and looked towards the fireplace, "What's the matter? Narcissa."

Narcissa seemed to have gotten used to Snape's cold attitude. Although she was anxious in her heart, Narcissa's tone was still orderly, but the speed of her speech was slightly faster than usual: "Luke is back, he is not in a good state..."

"I'll go over right away." Snape was still unhappy because his thinking was interrupted hastily, but after hearing Narcissa's reason, he reacted immediately.

Narcissa nodded, said nothing more, and cut off the call.

Snape didn't waste a moment, he opened the cabinet where the potions were stored, and picked out a few potions that he had just prepared a few days ago.Immediately through the fireplace to Malfoy Manor.

Malfoy Manor was still so magnificent, with gold and silver utensils polished by house elves, thick cashmere carpets, all of which showed the appearance of an ancient noble manor.The warm arrangement of the hostess Narcissa in the details adds some home atmosphere to the manor.It's just that the atmosphere in the manor today was not very good. Narcissa hugged Draco, who was just one and a half years old, as if she wanted to draw strength from her son. She sat in the living room with a sad face and waited for Snape's arrival.And Draco, who was still young, seemed to feel something at this time, sitting obediently in his mother's arms, and even the house elves who were always noisy were doing their own things quietly.All of this was because of the sleeping master in the bedroom—Lucius Malfoy.

Just as Snape came out of the fireplace, he saw such a depressing picture.He took off his cloak awkwardly, and strode towards Narcissa.

Narcissa hugged Draco and stood up. Draco, who was still obediently in Narcissa's arms, stared curiously at Snape in black.The round-cheeked kid had big light gray eyes, and even tried to touch Snape's hair with his chubby hands, and said "yes" indistinctly.Narcissa hugged Draco with half of her body stretched out, and looked at Snape who was already stiff and did not dare to move, she couldn't help frowning, and said with a smile: "Xiaolong likes you very much."

Snape looked at Draco's big innocent eyes, shifted his gaze uncomfortably, and asked dryly, "Where's Lucius?"

"He's still sleeping in the bedroom, I'm too anxious."

Snape had mixed feelings about the only senior who had taken care of him in Slytherin, introduced him to Voldemort, and supported each other with him under Voldemort, and was also the only true friend.Although Slytherin's interests are paramount, once he is identified as a friend, he will never betray him.It's just that his current position seems to be on the opposite side of his friends. Is this another kind of betrayal?He didn't know, but he didn't regret it.

"I'll go up and check him out." Snape's mind was full of thoughts, but he didn't show any of it on his face, but his tone became more dry.

Narcissa nodded, holding the restless son in her arms, watching Snape's back upstairs, and sighed softly.

The author has something to say: the third update of the new article, this is the second update~~