HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

The friendship between Teal and Snape tacitly only lasted on the train. When they left the carriage one after the other, they didn't say a word or look at each other, as if the harmony of the few hours they spent together did not exist.

Teal had discovered early on that Snape also had a good talent for disguise.

During the long summer vacation, the Emery family would leave the UK and travel to France and Germany, and handle business in those two countries. The Emery couple deliberately limited their business to more than just the UK, as if leaving Till with countless escape routes.

But in Thiel's view, these are not retreats, but the complex capital of her future.

"Have those pure-blood families extended their influence abroad as well?" Teal, who was about to enter his fourth year, was curious. He was especially curious about which countries the assets of the Malfoy family and the Black family were spread across.

These are all things Thiel will have to face in the future, whether it is a partner or a competitor, Thiel hopes to know more.

It's better than just sitting there and waiting for death.

"Of course, no one would let others share the big cake outside. Even if they just dip the cream on it, it's good." Mrs. Emery wrinkled her nose. "But we prefer to eat the cake base inside. Too much cream will make us sick."

Teal understood his mother's hidden meaning and his brows relaxed: "I will remember to decorate it with some fruit."

All you can eat is the cream and the cake base. This is not the kind of cake that Till would like.

"Good boy." Mr. Emery was satisfied with Till's business acumen and ambition, and he took Till with him on the subsequent business negotiations. No one would disrespect little Emery, and the Emerys also expressed their intention to train him. Everyone was happy to build a good relationship with the future head of the Emery family first.

Perhaps within a few years, it would not be the Emerys who would negotiate with them, but this young Miss Emery.

Although the Emery family was abroad, they were always paying attention to some things in the UK, such as the direction of business, Voldemort's actions, and of course, they also paid a lot of attention to Hogwarts.

"Bad news, the Slytherins we were keeping a close eye on have all joined the Death Eaters." Mr. Emery took a sip of milk, picked up the exquisite and delicious sandwich and took a bite, but his tone was not as heavy as his words implied.

The family had anticipated this a long time ago, and now it was just a matter of time before it came true.

Mrs. Emery spread the peanut butter evenly on the toast with a spatula and raised her lips slowly: "This is also good news. It proves that our eyesight is still good."

No one who might have joined the Death Eaters was missed.

"Not in the other three colleges?" Tiel asked, obviously not believing it.

The slogan Voldemort advocated was the supremacy of pure-bloods and the glory of pure-bloods, but children from pure-blood families did not only enter Slytherin. There were also a small number of pure-blood wizards scattered in the other three colleges.

For example, James and Sirius of Gryffindor are the most typical examples. The fact that Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor caused quite a stir in the pure-blood circle.

If Voldemort wanted to maintain a world where only pure-bloods existed, he would not have chosen to win over only Slytherin people. He should have also had contacts with people from the other three houses.

The Emerys smiled meaningfully.

Of course there are, but their number is very small. Voldemort has his own requirements in this regard, and not all pure-bloods are his targets.

The purebloods of Gryffindor are obviously not like that. The conflict between them and Slytherin would affect Voldemort's plan. Even if Voldemort is short of manpower, he would not be so hasty as to take everyone.

At the end of August, the Emery family returned to England, and Mr. Emery's men had already bought enough of what Teal needed for the new semester, so she had no idea that several people in Diagon Alley had been looking forward to her appearance in the first few days of August.

For example, Lily, her sister Petunia was still unwilling to go to Diagon Alley with her this year, and she also didn't want her parents to follow her to be looked down upon by the pure-bloods, so the red-haired girl walked through the crowd alone to buy textbooks for the new semester.

She had not made an appointment with Snape in advance, so it was hard to tell whether she was still complaining or trying to be strong.

When passing by the pharmacy, Lily saw Snape, but she paused for a few seconds. Seeing that the back did not turn around to look at her, she gritted her teeth and left with the tall book in her hands.

There was no need to go in and talk to Snape about some awkward topics. She didn't know anything about the Dark Arts, so there was nothing to talk about in common. Lily sniffed and thought.

The red-haired girl left in a huff. Snape turned around just as she was leaving. He caught a glimpse of the familiar red-haired girl from the corner of his eye. He walked out quickly, but Lily was no longer there.

"Hallucination?" Snape shook his head, holding a bag of fresh liquid grass in his hand. He thought that he must have not had a good chat with Lily for too long, so he had hallucinations.

If Lily came to Diagon Alley, she must have been accompanied by her parents. Why would she appear here alone? Snape thought to himself and walked to the right, which happened to be the opposite direction of Lily.

Lopsided.

Spinner's End in Cokeworth was very dirty and messy. Snape took a detour from the back entrance of Spinner's End to House No. 19 at the end of Spinner's End. The dilapidated brick house was no different from every other house around it, except that the always drunken Mr. Snape and the always patient cowardly Prince were no longer inside.

Snape opened the door, placed the potion ingredients on the table, and sat down on the chair tiredly.

Lily didn't know that in July, the Snapes had died "accidentally" - this was the perception of the residents around them. Only Snape knew the truth.

The drunken father took the last of his savings to gamble, and the cowardly mother tried to stop him but was kicked away. But that night, the father was even more drunk, and the force of his kick was even stronger. It didn't matter whether the mother was kicked to death or died after hitting the wall.

Snape walked out of the room and looked at his mother lying there motionless with indifference. His father's screams as he fell down the stairs did not even move his eyebrows.

He had long expected such a day to come. It was their alcoholism and indulgence that brought death to them.

Snape, who was watching, would not stop it, and such an ending would be a relief for all three of them.

He buried his parents in a very remote and quiet place where no one would disturb them, not even Snape.

After that, Snape was the only one living in No. 19 Spinner's End. He could brew potions more openly without worrying about his mother suddenly going crazy and overturning the crucible, or wondering if his father had poured wine into his crucible - yes, he shouldn't have doubted, because how could his alcoholic father bear to pour wine into the crucible for "brewing poison".

The sun had completely set. In Snape's memory, Spinner's End was hardly illuminated by moonlight. The house was completely dark without any lights or candles. However, Snape had already gotten used to this darkness. He raised his hand to grab the potion ingredients he had just bought today and sniffed them carefully.

He was no longer short of money. Professor Slughorn had shown him ways to make money, and he could also buy potions from the pharmacy. But Snape was still used to spending frugally. He knew that he would have to spend a lot of money on books on potions and the dark arts.