The Son of Light of the Snake House

Lucius casually pointed to the chair next to him, indicating that Andre could sit there, then he took out the letter paper, scanned it as fast as possible, paused, and picked up another letter on the table. A letter, opened and read again.

He paused, his right index finger tapped his thigh slowly, his brain was spinning rapidly.

Andre sat there obediently watching him, almost falling asleep.Until he heard the man in front of him chuckle lightly, then he regained consciousness again.

"I think I can help." Lucius muttered in a low voice, then turned to Andre: "Can you help me deliver the letter?"

"Okay." Andre yawned, watching Lucius snap his fingers in front of him, the quill on the table jumped into the ink bottle by itself, and several sheets of letter paper overlapped from the side drawer Flying out, it landed on the table smoothly, and the quill couldn't wait to jump on it, dancing continuously, so line after line of black cursive English appeared on it.

Andre was dumbfounded: "You, you, you, you are a magician????"

Lucius nodded, watching the two pieces of letter paper in front of him jump into envelopes with different names.

Andre looked at this supernatural phenomenon, paused, and thought of another question: "You are a magician, where is your son?"

Lucius tilted his head: "Of course he did."

Andre frowned: "Wait, who is your son? There are two people who asked me to deliver the letter, one with black hair and the other with white gold...Both are your sons?"

"Although there is only one of them, but I have to say, your thoughts are really very clear, Mr. Motifora." Lucius handed him one of the letters: "Maybe you can believe in the role of genetics .”

"What is heredity?" Andre took the letter and asked again: "How old are your sons? I think they are all in their 20s..."

"You are very accurate, but now, you need to deliver the letter, sir-this is related to your future."

When Andre stood at the door in a daze, he was blown by the wind, and he suddenly realized: Since this gentleman's son is in his 20s, doesn't that mean he is already in his 40s? ? ?Can't see it at all! !

Andrea pupil earthquake.

Then Ron, who came back from his stroll, took a good look.

Ron asked him questions enthusiastically, and immediately happily wanted to accompany him to deliver the letter, and meet the person who came with him by the way.

Andre watched him pull the door open and said something politely. The moment he gently closed the door, he immediately became energetic.

This look reminded Andre of a big dog who was about to go out to play.

...............

Severus got the letter, it was Hermione who brought it.

He opened the envelope, sat on the sofa, squeezed the bridge of his nose, and pulled out a piece of letter paper.

"I have been here for a few days, and I am currently in the Church of Light. I have collected very little information, and I don't know how I got here."

"To be honest, I'm glad to know that you're here, Sev. You're always so reliable. I think it's very possible for your doubts, but it's a pity that I don't know much about him, but Draco is here too, I guess he can help you."

"As for the opportunity you may need, I think I can provide this opportunity-I heard from Mr. Pope that he holds a voluntary event every year, free of charge for school-age children aged 7-10 throughout the kingdom. Force tests to determine which of them are gifted, and Draco sent me a letter saying that they are currently advising the king, in case you don't know this, I will put his letter below."

"Although he has been able to take care of himself in the Ministry of Magic and treat his partners perfectly in the family's business, he is still not careful enough in some aspects. As Xiaolong's godfather, I believe you must also feel for his progress. Be proud."

"I also wrote Draco's address at the bottom. Although that kid knows his friend very well, he can be said to be under surveillance and has no freedom. I guess he probably doesn't know much about this place and what you said contact."

"There is no need for psychological pressure, even though you know him best."

"Your friend, Lucius Malfoy."

Severus refolded the letter and stored it carefully, leaning back in his chair.The light from the candle hit the ceiling and reflected back into his dark eyes, casting shadows one after another.

He sighed.

When he adjusted his state and walked out of the room again, he saw Hermione and Daniel sitting across from a table. Everyone had serious expressions on their faces, and there was a set of chess pieces on the table.

"I'm not very good at wizard chess, but Ron is very good at it, and he'll be happy to teach you when he comes over."

"..." Daniel pouted, and was about to reach out to grab the chess piece, but Hermione stopped him immediately.

"Wizard Chess can't be played, all wars belong to the chess pieces themselves, like, like..."

"It's like gods and mortals." Daniel said, his golden pupils looked deep in the dim light: "Gods are high above, observing the behavior of mortals, and taking pleasure in manipulating mortals, when mortals try to resist God When the destiny brought about by manipulation ends, the gods will be angry and kill mortals."

Hermione was stunned: "This is different..."

"What's the difference?" Daniel asked back, giving orders to the chess pieces jerky.

"Wizard Chess is more like a battlefield commander and soldier." Hermione said, commanding a few more steps.

The two went back and forth several times, until Daniel's car drove straight into Huanglong and nailed Hermione's king to the throne.

Daniel jumped out of the chair and walked aside uninterestedly: "Similarly, just as commanders don't care about the death toll of soldiers, gods don't care when mortals who are as numerous as ants will die."

He raised his head and looked at Severus who was looking at him: "Are you right, Professor?"

The author has something to say:

Severus: Second-year kid, I'll see how ashamed you are when you think of this passage later.