The Son of Light of the Snake House

It rained heavily.

It was as if the sky had turned on the faucet, and big and big raindrops were pouring down, patting on all exposed objects.

Severus folded his cloak and stayed under a sloping roof.

When he looked up, he could see the deep black sky and clouds, the moon disappeared without a trace, and the rain fell with a crackling patter, stopped abruptly half a meter away from his cloak, and then slid out.

The air smells of humidity.

This is the slum area of ​​the Kingdom of Motiphera.

It is said to be a slum, but in fact it is just a few people who can't survive and build it not far outside the city.This includes down-and-out aristocrats, commoners whose lands have been taken away, and some wretched folks who are down on their luck.

They still want to live, that's all.

Severus had been here a few days ago.At that time, he was walking out the door of the Potions professor's office in the Hogwarts cellar, planning to give lessons to those little things whose brains were not as big as sparrows.

But just as he stepped out of the door, a burst of dizziness suddenly hit him. He used his muscle memory to step forward with a leg. Immediately afterwards, a dilapidated house appeared in front of him, and a frightened mouse hurriedly escaped from his feet. The stench and filth Instantly enveloped him.

He crossed.

As long as Severus has read a bit of orthodox travel time, the next steps should be: Familiarize yourself with the situation—Gain respect and connections with your own knowledge of the other world—Gather a group of subordinates—Overthrow Motiphera** ——Establish yourself as a king.

But unfortunately, Severus didn't read it, and he didn't feel much about overthrowing the Communist Party and saving people around him-he wanted to go back to Hogwarts more.

He tried everything he knew, without success.

So he had to accept the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to go back.

Until this time, he finally had the opportunity to observe this slum.

As the name implies, the slums are full of all kinds of filth and chaos, and Severus, as an outsider, seems to be able to see it more clearly when he walks in it.

Men, women, children... All those who belong to the slums will rot and stink here, because they can't see the dawn, and they can't get the capital to return to the city.

Severus found a house of his own in the slums.

He cast spells around the place so the Muggles would ignore his house, and the changes he'd made to it, which he'd turned into a second Spider's End.

It reminded him of that place, and that man.

He would go out to buy supplies every two days. Even though he was going to the city, he would inevitably meet some "bully" characters when he came back.

There will always be such robbers in the slums, which is normal.

But after several well-known bullies in the slums robbed a man in black, he died in various accidents one after another, which is not normal.

Some thought he was a master poisoner, others thought he was an assassin, anyway, no one dared to lay hands on Severus anymore.

Severus looked down at the flooded ground and decided to go home.

He felt helpless for his untimely thinking, but after all, this is the thinking that human beings must go through.

He went out and found a child at the door of his house.

This is very strange, logically speaking, the Ignore Charm would work on all Muggles and people with low magic power, and those natives of this world who are stronger than Severus...how could they come here?They are all addicted to the life provided by the royal family and cannot extricate themselves.

Severus stood there, just staring at the child in silence.

The kid turned his head, his cheeks dirty, but those eyes... Severus pursed his lips in the shadows.

Like the sun at noon, it shines brightly, with a coldness that almost scalds people.

"Hey, you." The child's voice was low, not caring about the big raindrops pouring down from his head.

"Are you taking orders for murder?" the child asked.

Severus laughed.

He walked past the child and opened the door of the house in front of him: "Come in." He said.

"No need." The child refused: "Just say it here-I'm not interested in your private life."

Severus snorted inexplicably: "Then what's your opinion?"

"... I heard that you are an assassin who kills without blinking an eye. At the same time, you also have the unknown means of "normal death". That's why I came here. "

Severus said nothing, waiting for his next statement.

"I need you to help me kill a man—without detection, without suspicion, without failure."

"You're asking a lot."

"..." The child puffed up his face: "If a killer can't even do this, why don't you just farm the land."

Severus felt amused: "I can do it, but you may not be able to pay the price."

"You can take whatever you want from me," he said, looking him squarely in the eye.

"any?"

"any."

"Unfortunately, you don't have what I want. In this case, is it necessary to continue the transaction between you and me?"

"...I bet you'd agree."

"Oh why?"

"Because you're curious about me." The child exhaled softly: "If I'm not wrong—you know me, right?"

Severus narrowed his eyes: "How did you find out?"

"It's better to say, you haven't hidden it all the time." The child answered him like this: "When you look into my eyes, you think of people you know, and I see nostalgia and fun-I bet you want to know me I bet you will agree with me for this familiarity."

"Since you know, why did you say it?"

The rain was heavier, but one person was clean and tidy, while the other was even more embarrassed.

"Because I have no other leverage. Or, if you are a pervert, maybe you will like me?" the child said uncertainly.

"Tell me the name of the target." Severus walked up to him: "Daniel Alva Jerome."

"... Target: Leo Jerome."

Severus nodded, turned and left.

Before the door was fully closed, he heard Daniel yelling, "Got you—I don't even have a middle name!"

Severus stopped, nodded, the voice was not loud, but ensured that the child could hear: "So from now on, you have it, remember to report every day."

The door slammed shut.

Daniel stomped his feet fiercely: "Damn it!"

The author has something to say:

I feel that it is unrealistic for everyone to go through together, so I will come in batches—from point to surface like this.

Everyone come to play with Daniel!