Schutz III

The addition of a woman in the family has not changed much for anyone in Slytherin Manor. The servants still do what they should do; Salazar is still resident in the school; He studied hard with Byrne in his own house.

Of course, in order to show her generosity and express her concern for Schultz, Ms. Rose will always visit Schultz, the illegitimate son who is said to be extremely unpopular with Salazar, at the right time.At this time, Schultz would always gladly accept the other party's warmth and kindness.Although he was dissatisfied with Salazar's marriage, he would not childishly vent his anger on this woman.After all, he had also heard Salazar's words that night: We will take back what is ours.

Schultz looked sideways at the woman who was cutting the cake for him intently, and Mrs. Rose looked back with a smile, "What's the matter, Schultz?"

Schultz shook his head, "It's okay, ma'am, it's just that your cake looks delicious."

"That's good." Rose smiled, "As long as you like it."

In the study room, Byrne looked at Schultz who was sitting behind the desk concentrating on reading, his eyes moved slightly.Time flies so fast, he has been with this child for more than a year, he gave this child knowledge and ability, this child provides him with fun so that he can not be bored; but...

"Byrne, what's the matter with this spell?"

Byrne withdrew his thoughts, "Which one?"

That night, Byrne unexpectedly stayed late in Shutz's bedroom.He watched Schultz climb into bed and cover the quilt, and smiled slightly, "Do you read poetry every night?"

Shutz nodded, and opened the poetry collection next to his pillow, but Byrne snatched it away.Shutz looked at Byrne suspiciously, what is this guy going to do?

"Let me read poetry to you tonight," Byrne smiled as he straightened Shutz's quilt. "Well... let's take it as a reward for your recent hard work."

Schultz nodded, and he had nothing wrong with agreeing to someone who was willing to read poems to him.

"Orchestral and divine, resonating in the grove; like a language full of war and psalm; the wind that carries away the dead leaves with swift strikes, and deflects the flock of throbbing arrows..."

Accompanied by Byrne's gentle and deep voice, Schultz looked out the window and slowly closed his eyes.

Byrne looked at the slightly raised corners of Schulz's lips in his sleep, and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, even if he had two more lives than others, he was still a child in essence... He gently put the collection of poems back in place, " Good night, boy."

He spun around and walked towards the door. Before leaving the door, he suddenly looked back at the dark window with a smile in his eyes.Salazar, your heart is about to be caught...

Salazar sat next to Schultz's bed, moving lightly without even pressing a single crease on the bed sheet; the whole person seemed to melt into the night, silent and forbearing.He looked at Shuzi, who was sleeping soundly, with complicated eyes.The kid really worked so hard, he didn't even complain about the heavy schoolwork.Of course, it is not often that there are bright and bright smiles like other children.This made him think about whether his actions were appropriate from time to time; not to mention that there was a Byrne with ulterior motives by his side.

Humph, what the devil desires most is the delicious soul of human beings; Salazar's fingers touched Schulz's cheek, his eyes darkened, this child does have an attractive soul, but this is his child, his The eldest son, the future heir of Slytherin; how could he give the child to a demon to teach him.Well, maybe he could teach the kid himself, and then, Sarah looked at Shutz with burning eyes, make the kid a worthy heir.

For the next few days, Byrne would read a bedtime poem to Schultz every night; but Schultz always felt that something was wrong.

"Drunk in pine forests and deep thousand kisses, like summer, I lead the sail of roses, towards the death of the thin day, in the frenzy of my pure ocean. Pale, in my ravenous waters Drop anchor. I cruise on the sour smell of empty weather, camouflage myself in gray and bitter voices, and forsaken and mournful waves..."

"Byrne?" Shutz called out suddenly.

"Huh?" Byrne stopped, "What's wrong?"

"Are we friends now?"

"Of course." Byrne laughed, "Do you think we are?"

"You can teach me to learn." Schulz said seriously, "And, I can fish with you."

"Huh?" Byrne looked at Shutz with interest.

"Hmm... with the Scotsman's fly fishing method."

"Catch those brown trout that exist in the swamp?"

"Yes," Schulz nodded, "and those delicious mountain trout."

"Oh, of course." Byrne closed the poetry collection in his hand with a smile, "I think we can go there early tomorrow morning."

"Your butler, Mr. Welland, wouldn't mind a few extra trout for lunch."

"Then it's settled." Shutz turned over and was about to sleep.

"Okay, it's settled." Byrne responded softly.

Early the next morning, Schultz and Byrne showed up by the lake on time; they looked at each other, found a seat of their choice, sat down and began to arrange fishing gear.While hanging the fake fly bait on the fishing line, Schulz thought that when he first learned to fish with fly bait in his previous life, the gentle and amiable mother in his unit would always stand quietly behind with a metronome and give him Some tips on fishing rhythm.In the eyes of his mother, or in the eyes of many Scottish nobles, fishing is an art, an art that allows people to truly feel nature.He doesn't understand where art is, but when he fishes according to the rhythm his mother taught him, he can always feel a kind of inner peace.

He looked sideways at Byrne, who was ready; he was standing on the edge of a small rock, casting his line into the water.The water mist by the lake gradually dissipated a little, and the small water droplets splashed when the fishing line passed through the air shone with a slightly golden light in the air.Schultz pursed his lips, and also stood up and threw the fishing line into the water.

Byrne quickly hooked the first fish, and he retracted his fishing line and looked at Schulz with raised eyebrows.

Shutz remained silent, and Byrne threw the fishing line into the water again. This time, the fishing line splashed a lot, causing some water droplets on Byrne's body, and a few rays of morning sunlight shone down on him. A unique aura made him and Schultz standing in the shadows instantly distinguishable.Shutz also caught a fish at this time, he put the fish into the fishing basket, and turned to look at Byrne.

"Byrne, are you leaving?"

Byrne looked at Shutz inexplicably, not understanding why he suddenly asked this question.

Shutz smiled, "I always feel that something is wrong with you these days."

"Really." Byrne also smiled, "Looks like I'm going to give you some more homework."

Schulz raised his eyebrows, "So you still have something to do later."

Byrne smiled and didn't answer.

When Shutz was about to pass his seventh birthday, Mrs. Rose suddenly called him into her and Salazar's bedroom.When Schultz arrived, Mrs. Rose was standing in front of the French windows.

"lady."

"Oh, Shutz, you're here." Mrs. Rose took Shutz's hand and came to the sofa, "Sit down."

"Madam, what can I do for you?"

Mrs. Rose looked at Shutz's face first, and then said with a smile, "Schutz, have you seen your father recently?"

"No."

"Really." Mrs. Rose's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she cheered up again, "Schutz, you're going to have a younger brother." She said while looking at Shutz's expression, "You...will like him ?"

Shuzi was slightly stunned, "Did father know?"

Mrs. Rose sighed, "I have already written to him." After she finished speaking, she asked Schultz repeatedly, "Schutz, will you like this brother?"

Schulz smiled, "Yes, don't worry Ma'am."

After Schultz returned, he saw Villanova waiting for him in the living room.

"Waylan, what's the matter with you?"

"Master, you already know?"

"If you mean Mrs. Rose's pregnancy, then I do know."

"Master..."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Seeing Villanova's hesitant expression, Schulz motioned him to speak directly.

"Master, don't think too much; you are the only heir recognized by your husband."

"Really." Shutz smiled indifferently, "I didn't think much about it. Weilan, you really worry too much."

Villanova breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir will be back from Hogwarts tomorrow, young master, you are going to have dinner with Mrs. Rose in front of you."

"Okay, I see, Wayland." Shutz turned around, "I will."

Byrne stood in front of the window, looking indifferently at the collection of poems in his hands with red eyes, and a deep and pleasant voice slowly sounded in the quiet room.

"...always, towards the direction in which the twilight erases the statue; he always takes advantage of the twilight to disappear..."

He closed the collection of poems, silently looked at the sleeping child on the bed, and then walked out lightly and stridingly.

Shutz looked at the shadows cast by the moonlight.Bye bye.

The next day, a maid told Schultz that the guest who lived in the guest room had quietly left while helping Schultz to tidy his clothes.Shutz nodded, "I see."

He suddenly remembered the different postures of the two when they were fishing together.He strictly followed the direction and rhythm according to the teachings of his mother in the previous life, and always counted four beats at the position after 12 o'clock to gently throw the fishing line into the water; while Byrne, he always threw the fishing line very casually. The line cast into the water without fear of disturbing the fish with too much movement; of course he always caught a few.So, is that the way you play, Byrne?

Salazar didn't seem to respond to Mrs. Rose's pregnancy. When he came back, he was still wearing a black robe and had a very cold expression on his face.Seeing Mrs. Rose and Shutz waiting in the living room, he nodded slightly, "Is dinner ready?"

"It's all ready." Rose smiled and walked forward to help Salazar untie the cloak outside, "Just waiting for you to come back."

Salazar glanced at Mrs. Rose's slightly swollen abdomen, looked at Shutz's expression from the corner of her eye, and then blocked Mrs. Rose's hand without any trace, "I'll do it myself."

He came to the main seat and sat down. Schulz stood in front of him respectfully and bowed to salute, "Welcome back, father."

Sarah looked at Schultz for a while, and then suddenly laughed, "Schultz, tomorrow...no, tonight, you just move back here."

Schulz looked up at Salazar, wondering why he had moved back so suddenly.

Salazar met Schulz's eyes, suffocated for breath, and suddenly remembered those moist and attractive silver pupils; he looked away unnaturally, "From tomorrow onwards, I will teach you myself." Then he said asked, "Your friend, that Mr. Byrne has left."

Although he didn't understand why he turned the topic to Byrne, Schulz still replied respectfully, "Yes, father. Byrne has already left."

When the two were talking, Mrs. Rose stood on the side and looked at them. When Salazar wanted to say something about Byrne's departure, the lady who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Salazar , Schulz should be hungry."

Salazar glanced at Schulz, nodded and said, "Let's eat first." After speaking, he looked at Schulz again, "Then you come with me."

"Yes, father."

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