[HP] Illusion

Normally, Harry would be able to counterattack the moment he approached, but this day there was an exception, this person's movements were extremely abrupt, if he hadn't been able to determine the identity of the opponent, otherwise it would have been impossible to make such a stupid move ——Especially a noble and proud pure-blood family like the Black family. Although they are all lunatics, who said that lunatics are not careful and cautious?

But even if it was a faint move, it had enough effect. Harry didn't move at all, and Regulus automatically backed away two or three steps, keeping a relatively safe distance.

The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly raised, looking a little smug. At this moment, Harry always had the illusion that he saw his godfather, but this feeling only lasted for a second, and then the expression was decisively withdrawn. There was no trace of it, only a trace of sarcasm and suspicion.

Harry blinked his eyes, and greeted directly with a smile: "Hey, Blake, didn't I tell you last time not to come to Knockturn Alley, I really don't need you to prepare even a little teaching material for me."

Regulus was directly kneeled by this person's brazenness: "..."

"After all, this is not a place where students should come." The smile on the corner of Harry's mouth slowly narrowed, "Don't think that it's a holiday and I have no right to deal with you."

"Then can the Hogwarts professor approach it so unscrupulously?" Regulus finally recovered his voice, "Maybe you still have prohibited items on you, I just need to go to the Ministry of Magic not far away Report to the office..."

"Whatever you want, I don't care," Harry really didn't care, "let's go together, so you can still monitor whether I bribed the officials to get amnesty."

Regulus: "..." He really didn't say that! ! !

Facing this professor who looks gentle on the outside but is cunning on the inside, since the last time, he has felt powerless.

Maybe it was because the other party was really shameless... Regulus sighed silently in his heart.

"I know where you've been," Regulus said without talking nonsense to Harry, "Birkin Burke's shop, right?"

"so what?"

Regulus' pupils constricted again, the script shouldn't be like this! ! !

Is this how he admitted it?Admit it?admit? !Is this person really not afraid at all? !

"That's... the base camp."

The corners of Harry's mouth trembled, "I know all about your little tricks, you think you can catch my little braid..." The young man made a mocking sound like "hehe", "Don't say I didn't do it! What, even if I do... what do you think you can do?"

Regulus was still too tender, and he was indeed a bit shy in front of Harry, who was obviously able to deal with him in a matter of minutes, but he still maintained the pride and reserve of Black's noble and ancient pure-blood family, "It seems You admit it."

"Think about it, what have I admitted?" Harry asked with a smile.

Regulus subconsciously followed suit, only to realize that it should not have happened when he came to his senses.

This person is indeed more cunning than he imagined. He doesn't play cards according to the rules, and even keeps leading him by the nose. Even if he really catches something, this person will still have a way to escape, right?

"Perhaps in the end you will find that you are the one who admitted it?" Harry looked at his pocket with obvious hints, where a small piece protruded slightly.

Regulus subconsciously stretched his hand in, but found that it was just a small finger bone. It was hard to tell whether it was an animal or a human, but as long as he held it in his hand, he could feel that it contained strong black magic elements.

"Merlin," with Harry's exclamation, the phalanx suddenly flew into the air from his palm, and Regulus watched blankly as the phalanx slid out an arc in the air, under the bright sunlight, suddenly It flashed, and then completely disappeared into midair, "It's dangerous, you know? How can you carry it with you? I didn't intend to use this as a textbook for my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Regulus couldn't recover for a while, "You..."

Harry said seriously: "If this is Hogwarts, I think I have the right to punish you or put you in confinement, but today I just pretend I didn't see it, and school will start tomorrow, please do it yourself."

As he spoke, Harry waved his hand at Regulus, took a few steps forward, and instantly disapparated, leaving Regulus standing alone.

He stared blankly at the direction where Harry disappeared, recalling the conversation between the two of them in his mind...

The ground is covered with snow, pure and white, forming a strong contrast with the dirt and moss on the gray wall.But between light and darkness, there is a gray shadow.Which side is this person on?

After a while, Regulus, who gave up thinking, strode towards Borgin-Bock's storefront without hesitation.

The boy was wearing a hood, and many people wanted to pull him aside, but he got rid of them neatly, until he walked to Bojinbok's store, but found that the store door was closed, and outside the door was placed He was holding a board that was resting, and there was not a single sound coming from it.

Regulus was a little puzzled, knocked lightly on the door, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Bokin?"

After a while, the door was opened a crack, and a voice suddenly came from inside.

Such a voice is deep and magnetic, and the charming voice exudes nobility and elegance, but Regulus couldn't restrain the trembling all over his body, and he didn't know whether this feeling was trembling with excitement or nervousness all over his body. .

Merlin, it's that man!

This person had also visited his family's old house before, and Regulus had the honor of being in close contact with him for a while, but in such a short moment, this person has been unforgettable forever, and Regulus even dreamed of To meet this man again.

He can even understand why so many people are willing to crawl at his feet, kiss his robe willingly, and accept the brand he gave.

But he is still too young.Regulus was very annoyed.

Regulus never thought that he would meet this person again here, Merlin really thinks highly of him! ! !

"Black...Dark Lord..." The moment Regulus saw that man's handsome face, Regulus' mind went blank, until the man showed a slight displeasure, Regulus was extremely ashamed, and he immediately lowered his eyes, displeased. Dare to look at that person again, as if taking another look would desecrate this person.

At this time, he remembered to salute, and finally ended the bow tremblingly, but he still bent down subconsciously, just staring at the ground, but even the man's boots seemed to be better than other people's. It should look better, the workmanship is so exquisite, it doesn't look like the slightest blemish, not even a little snow... Wait, what is he doing?

"Blake's youngest son?" The man's voice was very different from the moment of displeasure he had shown just now. It sounded very brisk, and it didn't feel at all that the man was still angry just now, and it made people feel like a spring breeze Feeling, "Bo Jin told me, are you a regular visitor here?"

Regulus made another ninety-degree bow—it was a bit like the etiquette of a certain ethnic group in the East, he did it a little too much, and looked clumsy, a chuckle passed over his head, Regulus Feeling that his face was heating up, maybe even the roots of his ears and neck were already red. "Don't be nervous, I won't eat you again."

Merlin, is the Dark Lord joking with him?Regulus felt flattered for a while, his bent waist slightly lifted up a little, but he quickly suppressed it, automatically and spontaneously.

"I just want to ask you, did you meet anyone when you were outside? Someone special..."

"Yes." Regulus said subconsciously.

The man's voice sounded full of interest, and Regulus even heard the sound of the man tapping his fingers on the table, "Really?"

Regulus is so smart, he immediately thought of the scene of confrontation with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor just now, and then thought of Prince admitting that he had found Borgin, and he quickly connected all these together, maybe the Dark Lord wanted to The man found was Prince.

Although he didn't quite know why the Dark Lord wanted him, but if he said it, it would obviously show his face in front of the Dark Lord, which was a great honor, and the whole Black family would be proud of him.Regulus was trembling with excitement, almost unable to hide his complacency.

— Well, except for a few rebels, especially his unworthy Gryffindor brother.

Regulus took a peek at Bojin who was standing not far from the man. The man stood expressionless, only his eyes hinting at him.In fact, he probably didn't quite understand such a hint, but this time he really understood it.

"I saw this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Regulus said honestly. "The last time I came to Knockturn Alley, I also met him here at Bokin."

"Edward? Prince?" Voldemort's voice was extremely slow, and he murmured almost word for word for all the syllables of the name, which sounded indescribably weird.

"Bokin?"

"Dark Lord," Borgin, who hadn't checked his existence for a long time, bowed slightly to Voldemort. In the dim shop, the atmosphere became inexplicably more and more oppressive, "I'm afraid that person is really the Prince that Young Master Blake mentioned. professor."

Regulus hadn't had time to think about why the Dark Lord knew their professor's name, but he knew that the Dark Lord was indeed looking for someone, "That person?" He thought for a while and continued to provide his own information, "Except for Professor Prince , I haven't seen anyone else, so..." He didn't know if he was presumptuous, so his voice became smaller and smaller.

As if aware of this, Voldemort said in a tolerant tone: "Don't be nervous, just keep talking. It sounds like you've already done me a favor."

"It's my honor." Regulus' voice also began to tremble slightly, he kept cheering himself up in his heart, and kept thinking about what he didn't do well enough. The meeting this time was too hasty, and he Will it leave a bad impression on this person? !

"You're smart, Regulus."

Be praised! !Regulus seemed a little bit too happy to find the north.

"If the person you're looking for has just walked out of this store, it's likely to be Prince."

"Boggin, can you confirm this?" Voldemort said softly.

"The Dark Lord..."

"Then wait for next time," Voldemort's voice was more feminine, "when he comes, please confirm with me."

"Perhaps..." The Dark Lord turned his gaze to the young man who had kept his head down, "Reculus, would you like to do your Dark Lord a big favor?"

Regulus: "..."

At this time, because the young man had absolute admiration for the Dark Lord, as long as this person gave him a little bit of sweetness, he would like to kneel and lick and kneel and lick again. Help, this is the rhythm that he is willing to die.

"I'm at your disposal, no," Regulus knew he had made a mistake the moment he spoke, "I am willing to obey your arrangement, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"The Black family has always been my most loyal friends, and I hope you can do this well." The voice of the Dark Lord brought a smile again.

Ears are getting pregnant, okay? !Regulus blushed and his heart was beating like thunder.

"After school starts, you find a chance to get close to Prince," Voldemort said softly, "and then I will have someone tell you what I need."

"Yes, Dark Lord." Regulus bowed cautiously, looking obedient and docile.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction. Although he was still too young, he was already smarter than many people.

"I think, you may be interested in joining my subordinates in the future and become my most loyal subordinate?" Although the question was clearly used, Voldemort's tone was affirmative.

"Mine, this is my honor, Dark Lord." Regulus couldn't restrain the trembling in his blood, he could even feel the throbbing of his blood vessels, the feeling of boiling blood was circling and spreading in his brain The fire could not be extinguished at all.

"Very good," Voldemort stood up and patted him on the shoulder, which made the boy even more excited, "I'll wait for your good news, don't let me down."

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After Harry returned to Cokeworth, he put the three thousand gold Galleons on the table, divided them into two with him, and then allocated half to Snape, "We agreed before, The reason is [-], and half of each person is [-], you have to collect the money yourself."

"What is this?" Little Snape stared blankly at the mountains of Galleons piled up on the table.

"Golden Gallon."

nonsense.The question is: "So much?"

Harry said triumphantly: "This is still taking into account the money he gave me back to buy the materials. Remember what I told you about the benefits of being a potion master?"

He's not advocating money worship, but it's really uncomfortable not to have money.Besides, being able to exchange one's own labor for money is nothing more than a matter of course.

——He would rather that this person only worships money, and not be confused by any power and desire, so that the boy will not join that person's command.

"But... so much?"

"Think about how much energy we have wasted?"

"But you only sold five vials." Little Snape pointed to the two full vials that had just been put on the shelves not long ago. There were dozens of vials there... These are tens of thousands of Galleons! !

"About all these years, we are one of the very few successful ones?" Harry felt that it was all thanks to Snape. Without his strict control, there would never be the current three thousand gold Galleons. .

"It's still the first experiment to be successful!" Little Snape was inexplicably excited, but he quickly covered up his part of the feeling, "I mean, we should develop in this direction."

Actually only you.

"That's right, the best potion is priceless, with this, you can support yourself without relying on anyone."

"No," Snape said solemnly, "I'm still young, if I don't rely on you, no one will buy my potions at all."

Harry: "..."

"However, with these, I can not only support myself, but also support you."

Harry: "..."

Little Snape didn't seem to realize what he said, but Harry's face became hot when he heard this. He still has a lot of money, so he doesn't need the boy's support at all, okay?

Little Snape, who had tasted the sweetness, couldn't stop at all, because he helped Harry finish this potion, so he asked Harry to finish the potion he chose with him, and Harry couldn't refuse , had no choice but to agree.

But after several days of school, Harry found that something was wrong, because little Snape often just started a head, when the key steps appeared, little Snape would appear, and at other times little Snape There was no one at all, which gave Harry a feeling that the division of labor and cooperation had turned into little Snape directing him to do it. Then little Snape...what the hell was he busy with?

Finally, when the day of school started, the two had a problem because of a problem——

The little unicorn they brought back from Etna for a short time was still running happily in their home, but this little thing was very smart, and even though it was rampant, it still left them a complete home.Of course they want to bring the little unicorn with them. Although Cokeworth is good, it is not free, and it is still a closed space. This is absolutely not good for the physical and mental development of the little unicorn. Maybe it won't be long. The little unicorn will be completely wilted.

If you want to take it to school, where to raise it is a big problem.

Harry advocated putting it back in the Forbidden Forest, "There are its companions in the Forbidden Forest, and it has been lonely all the time..."

"I'll accompany it!" Little Snape snapped back, he was a little nervous, "Maybe he doesn't want to leave us to go to the Forbidden Forest either."

"You can ask it." Harry looked very democratic, "but you have to think about it, I can't put it in my office, I can only put it in my bedroom, just a little place, the two of us It's very crowded together, and although the little unicorn is still small, it still has to grow up."

It's also the same reasoning, "If you put it in the Forbidden Forest, it will be a juvenile unicorn if it encounters danger."

"Leave it to me, and I will find the herd of unicorns." Harry said seriously.

"You won't be attacked, will you?" Little Snape said worriedly.

"I hold it," said Harry, pulling the little unicorn into his arms. "As long as I have this, they will definitely not try to attack me."

"Then I won't be able to see him again?" Little Snape was still worried about you.

The little unicorn jumped out of Harry's arms suddenly with a kick, and it got close to little Snape's feet, and used its little hoof to pull up the hem of little Snape's trousers. Unsteady standing, almost turned back several times, or took several steps back,

The little unicorn looked anxious too, as did young Snape, apparently.

"No," but Harry didn't have much confidence in his words, "You can discuss a secret sign with him, if you want to see him, we can go to the Forbidden Forest together... Don't go alone, it's very dark there. Danger."

Little Snape smoothed the little unicorn's fur, his face was paralyzed, and his voice became flat: "Would you like to go and stay in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Sev, that's reality," laughed Harry, trying not to irritate the boy, "he'll recognize us, we brought him here from Sicily, after all."

In the end, little Snape still didn't say anything, but he walked away holding the little unicorn with a cold face.

Harry realized that young Snape was losing his temper again.

Didn't we agree before?You can't monopolize the little unicorn just because it's cute, it's definitely not good for the little unicorn's physical and mental health.

Forget it, the boy will definitely want to open it.

Before going to bed at night, little Snape really thought about it.

He seemed to be in an unusually good mood, but the little unicorn was a little listless.

"Are you going to take it to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow?" Little Snape asked softly while sleeping on the bed.

"Well," Harry yawned, he was a little sleepy, "you remember to wake me up tomorrow, we can't be late."

"You say that every time."

"With you here, I won't be late." Harry said reassuringly.

Little Snape was a little silent.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes open, "Have you already made an appointment with the little unicorn?"

"I gave it a name." Little Snape said, "After I go to the Forbidden Forest, I call its name and it will appear."

Harry: "..." Can this really be said?He was just talking casually.

Even though he thought so, he still couldn't bear to hit little Snape, who knew that little Snape seemed to see through what he was thinking: "It's very smart, it will know what I'm calling it."

Harry managed to pull himself together: "Then you have to get used to it a few more times. Ah... By the way, what name did you give it?"

The author has something to say: Recently... well, I am a low-key person, this article will be written until I can't write it (┳_┳)... This is a pure (clean) love (love) article

[Don't worry everyone, it should be just that the wind is tight, it will be fine after it passes]

Thanks to the little cute thing waiwai for mine -3-