[HP] Shh, it's a secret

long silence.

Amycus's cheeks twitched, and he felt the urge to step back into the fireplace and step out again, but the eerily warm atmosphere in front of him—uh—made him forcefully put aside any Appropriate movements are endured.

Mr. Malfoy, who was wearing an amycus skin, moved his eyes back and forth between Snape and Mr. Malfoy, and unconsciously wanted to touch the snake head on the scepter, but he only touched the rough part wand handle...

Draco's response to such an impolite and even offensive look was to lift his chin and look back with Malfoy-style contempt.If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would even have drawn his wand.

As for Snape, he was probably the one with the most complicated mood among the three.You see, one moment he was still flirting with the young man (huh?), and the next moment the young man's father climbed out of the fireplace... The potions master wanted to cover his face, but he was glad in his heart that his old friend came out It was Amycus's face, and luckily the fireplace was outside.Well, he had some good news too, and Snape cast a nonchalant glance at the man standing next to him.

"Curfew time, Mr. Malfoy..." Amycus began slowly, running his fingers over the handle of the wand.

Draco's eyes became even more unfriendly: "What, Professor Carlo means that I'm going to be locked up?" Snape's hand patted his shoulder in time, hoping to prevent him from going too far Draco closed his mouth expectantly.

"I asked Mr. Malfoy for a little favor, it's not a violation." Snape said as he raised his hand and threw two cooling spells into the boiled cauldron, then turned to Draco, "Potion bottle, Draco Raco."

"Of course." Amycus nodded, noncommittal.Obviously, he didn't intend to dwell on this issue any longer.It's just that with the passage of time, his mood began to become anxious. Apart from the tacit understanding shown by the two people in front of him at the moment, which made him feel inexplicably annoying, the effect of the compound decoction was coming soon.Reluctantly, he winked at Snape, who took it well.

Two minutes later, Draco left, and Mr. Big Malfoy finally reverted to his own self with a sigh of relief.

"Did you see Severus, the way Draco looked at me just now, he was warning me, is he still afraid of what I will do to you..." Lucius waved his wand from Snape's locker He brought out the red wine and wine glasses, and sat on the soft armchair, "Merlin knows that he is my son, and I am his father, father."

Snape put on the dragonhide gloves that Draco had thrown aside, and began to deal with the remaining nettle roots: "If you have faced this face from the beginning, I think, Lucius, He raised his head and glanced at Lucius, "Your words will be more convincing."

Mr. Big Malfoy obviously choked, then lowered his head and took a sip of red wine.

"You know Severus, now is not the time."

"So when is the time?" Snape said without thinking, and he froze as soon as the words came out.He seemed to hear the voice of youth again, sad and desperate—when is the time?Wait for me to die or wait for him to die? —Snape raised his hand to his temple.

Lucius also seemed a little puzzled, he shrugged.

"Wait until all the dust settles, Christmas Eve is close at hand."

"So everything has been arranged?" Snape stopped.

"Well," Lucius put his empty hand on the armrest of the chair, tapping his fingers unconsciously, "I think we should be able to win, at least [-]%...if——just in case...Severus," Lu Hughes looked up at Snape, "Help us take Draco away."

Snape felt harsh: "'Us'?"

"Me and Narcissa," Lucius said, "we only have one son, Draco, and Malfoy has only one heir. Don't rush to refuse, you swore to protect him, the old man said it all. Of course, I don't expect you to risk your life, I just hope you take Draco with you when you take Potter away."

Snape's face suddenly became ugly.His hands were trembling uncontrollably, Lucius' words made him think of the worst possible possibility, if in the end he could only save one of Potter and Draco, he thought he would save Potter, and then never Hesitant to die with Draco.But how could he watch, how could he allow Draco to die, he had sworn more than once to let him live.

"How about it, can you?" Lucius' voice.

"I thought," said Snape, his eyes returning to indifference, "that Draco needed you and Narcissa more than a dispensable godfather. You are his parents. I want to tell you something about you." Just emphasized to me."

"Severus, what do you mean by that," Lucius' eyebrows twitched, "...refusal?"

"No," said Snape, looking at Lucius, "I have an idea." His hand reached from the pocket of his robes and brought out a black wand.

At the same time, on the other side of the cellar, Draco returned to his bedroom.

The savior, Mr. Potter, said to him as usual, "You're back." Draco twitched the corners of his mouth and at the same time he closed the door, he threw the freshly made potion and the potion bottle towards the savior's face.

"It's still warm, freshly made?" Harry blinked, and impatiently opened his eyes and dripped a drop into each of his eyes.The soreness disappeared immediately, followed by an indescribable coolness, "It's really easy to use, thank you Draco."

Draco snorted, kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed: "I'm not the one you should thank."

"Well—" Harry put the cork back in the bottle, "Snape... well Professor Snape, but I don't think he'd want my thanks in person, so Draco," the Savior blinked. His emerald eyes turned to Draco, "Say thank you for me next time you visit him."

Draco jumped up from the bed in a jerk: "What?!"

Harry scratched his hair: "I said next time you go to see Professor Snape, say 'thank you' to him for me."

Draco glared at Harry condescendingly: "You know... Dumbledore told you? How could he?!"

"I guessed it, it seems that I guessed it right." The savior who was so smart for a while grinned, "Even Draco who killed Dumbledore. Malfoy is a good man, so Professor Snape is a good man." It's not impossible either."

Draco continued to stare at Harry.

"Dumbledore emphasized more than once that he believed in Snape just as much as he believed in me, and I was not really stupid," Harry continued, "Knowing that Dumbledore's portrait is hanging in the headmaster's office, he And let you be locked up there alone; well, and this." The savior grinned and took out the potion bottle and shook it under the light.

The brilliance refracted by the bright blue liquid under the light almost dazzled Draco's eyes, and Draco's teeth were itching in anger. He actually let Potter and a Gryffindor make out words easily, even more so. He was annoyed that Potter's mouth was still opening and closing.

"Professor Snape made it, didn't he?" Harry said, "Although I think the Half-Blood Prince's potions are better, but in all fairness Professor Snape's is pretty good too."

"Half-Blood Prince!" Draco blinked and jumped off the bed, and rushed in front of Harry, "You know the Half-Blood Prince?"

Harry was stunned: "You know that too?"

"Also?" Draco repeated, thoughtfully.

"Yes, the Potions textbook for the Half-Blood Prince," said Harry, "don't you know?"

"No, I don't know."

Draco took a step back, looking away.For some unknown reason, he didn't want to share the Half-Blood Prince's secret with anyone, anyone. He'smine - Draco's stubborn and firm opinion.

"Just now—I thought you knew." Harry sighed regretfully. "He helped me a lot last year, especially in Potions. I've always wondered who the Half-Blood Prince was, and Hermione said he It may be a woman, because Prince may have a surname... In short... well-I should say sorry to you, I hurt you, I didn't know that the magic spell that the prince memorized is so powerful."

Draco replied vaguely, and lay back on the bed again.He figured he might be grateful for Potter's spell, which had allowed him to go back to his sixth year, even though he had nearly killed him.Instead of thanking Potter, it would be better to thank the prince—his prince—Draco added heavily in his heart, because it was a spell invented by the Half-Blood Prince.For a moment, Draco felt extremely confused. He took the Killing Curse in front of Snape's tombstone, and opened his eyes because he was hit by the Black Curse that Snape invented when he was young...Fated?Draco's eyes widened.

"I never got it back after that," Harry said wistfully.

"what?"

"I said I hid the Half-Blood Prince's Potions textbook in the Room of Requirement," said Harry, lying on his back on the couch. "I looked for it later, but I couldn't find it. You should check it out, he's a genius Draco , the Half-Blood Prince is a true genius."

"Yeah." Draco responded softly, but the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.He felt both proud and grateful that Potter knew the Half-Blood Prince but didn't know that Severus was the Prince, which was great.

So - Severus Snape, Half-blood Prince isagenius - no one in the world knows better than him that it's his, his half-blood prince, his love, his.

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