Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

"Is this what you came up with?"

A man in jet black robes was in Dumbledore's principal's office. With a dark face, his eyes that contained anger swept over several people who were looking at the tip of his nose or toes, never saying anything.

Like a poisonous snake with its fangs slightly exposed, ready to strike.

Sirius moved on his toes a little uneasily, his head lowered so that no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

"Heh," no one spoke in the office, which made Severus sneer, "Why, isn't one bait enough to reassure you?"

"I think if your brains have not been completely taken over by arrogance, you should still remember that Harry Potter's troll brain is still underage!"

Sirius lowered his head and bit his lip, the situation was serious now.

It was their mistake that made the decision to make Harry a Triwizard Champion again just like he remembered before, so they did not inform Severus in time.

Severus was angry now.

"Don't get excited, Severus, my boy." Dumbledore, who was sitting at his desk, gently pushed the cup of hot cocoa on his desk towards where Severus was standing, "I think Maybe you need a cup of hot cocoa right now?”

Severus glanced coldly at the cup of steaming cocoa on the table, "You keep it for your other two good boys, Dumbledore."

Lucius Malfoy frowned, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. What a good boy Dumbledore was, it really made people's skin crawl.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Severus's black eyes calmed down again, and his exposed emotions retracted.

Very good, very good.

He should have known, the preparations had already begun since the Dark Lord's resurrection.

Even if it has always existed, he should have always known it.

It was ridiculous that he would actually be shaken by what Sirius Black said.

"No, Severus!" If Severus was allowed to leave the Headmaster's office now, Sirius could foresee that he would lose Severus forever.

in various senses.

"Sev, we didn't deliberately hide our decision to let Harry become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament." Sirius quickly walked to Severus' side, stretched out his hand and carefully held Severus tightly. Si's black robe, "The first is that this decision was made in a hurry, and the second is..."

The second is that they knew that Severus would not agree with the decision to make Harry the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

Voldemort wanted Harry's blood to complete his resurrection.

Harry is... the best bait to trap Voldemort.

I don’t say it was intentional, but there was still some intentional element in it.

If Severus was inevitably summoned by Voldemort, then the less Severus knew, the safer it was for him.

Severus felt a tug on his robes and moved secretly, trying to pull his clothes out of Sirius Black's hands.

I pulled it a few times, but it didn't move.

Severus frowned slightly and lowered his eyes at Sirius Black's hand holding his clothes. A hint of impatience flashed in his black eyes. From Sirius Black's eyes looking at him, he saw I understood the unfinished meaning of 'second'.

"Let go, Black," Severus pursed his thin lips slightly, "If thinking this way makes you feel that you are very selfless and great..."

"It's really not necessary, let me know these things," Severus used his hands to pull out the robe that Sirius had grabbed from Sirius's hand.

"Also, we haven't gotten to know each other well enough to call each other by our Christian names."

The bright and upright heroes, and the betrayers walking in the dark aisles that breed breeding.

There really is no need for too much interaction of words and thoughts.

"I didn't mean that, Severus..."

How should he explain to Severus...

He couldn't explain it, no matter how he explained it, he just felt sorry for Severus.

Sirius curled his empty right hand and stretched his hand forward, as if to grasp the fabric of Severus' robe again.

But Severus dodged his outstretched hand in a slight movement.

Severus was noncommittal about Sirius's words. He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, who was still sitting in the principal's office chair and was so calm that he didn't seem to notice his sudden loss of emotion. "Your savior had better be able to do what you want." Defeat him instead of dying in this meaningless Triwizard Tournament before he can fully come back, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore sighed softly, "That's natural, Severus, you are too nervous."

Lucius lowered his head, as if he was carefully observing the structure of the exquisite snake-headed wand in his hand. Regarding the argument that took place in Principal Dumbledore's office, which did not look like an argument, he only regarded himself as a transparent person. .

Anyway, he was not involved in this decision that was suddenly made at dawn, and he only found out about it later.

The initial plan they discussed before was not adopted at all.

Sirius watched the back of Severus leaving the principal's office. The hands hanging by his sides tightened and loosened, then loosened and tightened again. In the end, he restrained his urge to chase after Severus.

"If there's nothing else," Lucius stretched out his hand to straighten his sleeves, glanced at the back of Sirius who seemed to be mourning, and then looked sideways at Dumbledore, "Then I'll leave first."

"Aren't you going to sit down any longer, Lucius?" Dumbledore said with a slight smile.

Lucius shook his head, the snake-headed wand turning gently in his hand, "I think our Minister of Magic Fudge misses his Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation very much."