Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Hogsmeade.

Lady Patty's Tea House.

This time Andromeda managed to get a chance to go out, but she looked worse than last time.

"You don't have to care about the wedding they set, and they can't force you to do it if you don't want to. If you want me to say, you don't have to care about them at all." This is Sirius's comfort.

Andromeda looked dull: "I'm not you, Sirius."

"Why don't you run away! We can help you, right, Rael?" Sirius said expectantly and looked at Regulus.

"This is not good...Mom....They will remove Andromeda." Regulus carefully avoided Sirius's eyes and glanced at Andromeda quietly.

"As if someone cares!" Sirius replied indifferently.

Today is Hogsmeade Day.

Regulus no longer had to follow Sirius to violate the school rules, but came out of Hogwarts with integrity.

But that also means today's Madam Patty Teahouse is overcrowded.

For the confidentiality of the conversation, the three of them reserved a box.

now.

In another box.

Regis drank a glass of pumpkin juice as usual, which he particularly preferred.

Snape seemed a little gloating, and he heard Sirius' voice almost immediately.

Two people's magnetic fields may be inherently misaligned, and no matter how history changes, Snape seems to be inherently misaligned with James and Sirius.

Anthony is much less reserved.

At this moment, he was sticking to the corner with excitement, wishing he could stick to the wall.

elopement?

Really exciting.

Removed?

It seems that there is a bit of impression that the Black family will take such a punishment to treat the rebels in the previous families, in order to ensure the purity of the blood of the Black family.

If that's the case, love is really blinding.

Room next door.

After saying the word "removal", the atmosphere in the room became eerily quiet.

Although Regulus liked this Andromeda cousin very much and helped her secretly during this time, he was not so familiar with her.

In fact, he knew nothing about the hemp-blooded wizard Cousin Andromeda had fallen in love with, except that he knew his name was Ted Tonks, a Muggle-born wizard from Hufflepuff.

Maybe, the cousin was just blinded by the other party?

Thanks to the Walpurgis Journal, Regulus was convinced that Muggle-born wizards were good at bewitching others.

Since the hemp wizard is so good at bewitching others... Then, is it possible that Cousin Andromeda was just deceived by the other party?

Otherwise, why would he rather be with him at the risk of being expelled from the family.

Regulus couldn't understand, for him, family was above everything else.

He couldn't imagine abandoning the Black family for one person.

It's just that whenever Regulus wanted to know about Ted Tonks' situation, Andromeda always said a few nonsense.

Regulus suddenly had a strange feeling, maybe in Andromeda's heart, he wasn't a trustworthy person either.

Andromeda was reluctant to mention Ted Tonks too much in his presence, but she would certainly be more than happy to mention him to Sirius.

Regulus couldn't figure out why, but was still uncontrollably saddened by this feeling.

Now that Andromeda had decided to give up the family, he was sure that the Blakely she gave up did not include Sirius, and he subconsciously refused to ask if he was among the people she gave up.

In the end, Sirius took Regulus to say goodbye to Andromeda.

Once a crazy idea is planted, sooner or later a reckless flower will bloom.

******

Regulus Black is in third grade this year and he has taken classes in Ancient Runes and Arithmetic Divination.

In fact, in third grade, he had no choice.

Muggle research and protection of magical creatures, here we may, is a course that every pure-blood family wizard rejects.

The illogical course of divination is also very disdainful for pure-blood wizards.

This year's Regulus Black became a lone ranger, and he began to show a madness for Voldemort.

Under the influence of the spiritual baptism of the elders in the family, which is what Sirius often said, he began to think that he had a greater cause to accomplish than making friends with other classmates.

"Allegiance to Lord Dark Lord."

This is also the reason why he is different from other pure blood wizards of his age, he disdains to confront Golan Fen, even if his brother Sirius is deeply involved in the front line of the academy battle.

Now, he has begun to acutely realize that because of a hemp wizard, his family is likely to lose another relative - Andromeda.

His evil thoughts were growing like crazy - those filthy mudbloods.

With that, he began to feel that Sirius had also begun to be hopeless.

Just because of his guilt, Sirius's soul has been tainted by those Gryffindor Mudbloods and can no longer be saved.

In fact, since returning from Hogsmeade that day, Regis has been paying attention to Regulus, intentionally or not.

Sensitive to discover - the latter is beginning to become like the former self.

In the Slytherin basement lounge, on the row of sofas that symbolized status, Regulus was almost never seen again.

Victor Murseber is pleased with this.

Regulus is obviously not the same as him, but Black's background makes him really can't ignore it, and now the other party disappears automatically, he even feels proud of it in his heart.

See, it's no wonder that idiot in Gryffindor, Blake, is always sneering at you.

Good baby, quite interesting.

After today's astronomy class, Regulus lost his mind for a long time because he saw the constellation Canis Venere.

He thought of himself and his brother Sirius.

They were supposed to be the two closest people in the world.

When he came back to his senses, the classmates who were in class together had already packed up and left one after another.

Astronomy classes are mostly taught in the evening because of the observation of the stars.

When he walked through the last corridor in the dark, he saw the shadow of a person in the corner ahead projected onto the ground.

The shadow was drawn very long in the darkness. From the shadow, it was almost impossible to tell the other person's body shape and gender, but from the straight figure, it should not be Filch.

Shadow has not found that Regulus has found himself, and the flickering candlelight in the dark adds a bit of horror to this moment.

"Who's where?" Regulus said flat, he wasn't scared, because nothing could make him scared.

Gu Wei

The shadow began to move.

"Erica Jackson." The shadow came out of the darkness, it was a girl. "Greta Jackson is my mother!"

"Who is that?" Regulus began to recall in his mind with a puzzled face, always feeling that the name was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

It's just that there seems to be no one named Jackson in the pure blood family.

The doubt on his face made Erica Jackson even more infuriated. She began to turn the wand in her hand, the expression on her face was dim under the candlelight: "Blake, I want to duel you!"

"I refuse-"

"Don't you dare?!" Erica Jackson rudely interrupted the refusal he was about to say, "Since—since you dare to attack a Muggle! Why don't you dare to duel me?! Or, Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is the usual style of you lunatics?"

Her scornful tone angered Regulus.

Since he was a child, he has always been the hope in his mother's mouth. All pure-blooded children and even adults are respectful to him, and this witch in front of him——

How dare she speak to him in such a tone? Who she thought she was.

But he didn't intend to do what she wanted, because, "You don't deserve it."

Duel a Mudblood and get his hands dirty.

But it didn't end there.

Erica Jackson stared at him coldly, not missing the disgust in his eyes and the arrogance in his expression.

"coward."

She spat out the word coldly.

cannot!

Can't lose your mind in front of a Mudblood.

Regulus forced himself to calm down, controlled the anger in his heart, took two steps ahead, and gradually approached Erica Jackson.

"when?"

Well, she succeeded.

"At eight o'clock tomorrow night, on the sixth floor of the West Tower, you won't be too scared to come, will you?" Erica Jackson did not advance but retreated, and did not flinch because of Regulus' approach. The distance suddenly shrank very close.

At this distance, Regulus could clearly see her serious disdain and contempt.

"I hope you won't regret it."

"I hope you don't cry for your mother."

Erica Jackson turned to leave, her shadow was drawn long by the candlelight, and then completely disappeared at the end of darkness.

******

halloween.

This year's Halloween is not as lively as usual.

In previous years, Dumbledore, Slughorn, and even other deans might have had a second dance in private, but this year, the cold seemed to be coming faster than usual.

As we enter November, the weather starts to get very cold.

The whole Scottish Highlands began to turn gray, and the Black Lake began to be covered with ice and snow, and the lake was cold and hard.

Every morning there was frost on the ground, and from the Gryffindor windows one could see Rubeus Hagrid, the key-keeper and gamekeeper at Hogwarts, tall in his long moleskin coat. inside.

Many people were secretly discussing, given Hagrid's figure, how many moles would he need to kill to make a fitted moleskin coat.

Hagrid defrosted the pumpkin patch every day after getting up and looked so happy.

The eight-eyed giant spider incident did not leave much shadow on the careless him. After all, Aragog had the deepest relationship with him. Dumbledore had contributed a lot in this matter, and he could no longer hope for a better result.

As for not being paid - oh, for Merlin's sake, he's not interested in money at all.

After defrosting the pumpkin patch, Hagrid looked at the fat-headed pumpkins with satisfaction, and happily put on gloves woven from unicorn hair.

The giants of winter, covered in fur, are all volunteered by animals—except for the mole, which is not a lovable fellow in the wizarding world.

The Quidditch season is about to begin, and Mrs. Hooch finds him to help defrost the broom.

After Hagrid was busy with the things in the field, he set off towards the Quidditch lounge as if he had beaten chicken blood.

Quidditch is almost the only trace of heat in this cold weather.

The Quidditch captains of all the academies were as energetic as they had played chicken blood.

As soon as I have time, I will start training with the players of their respective academies, and the Quidditch training has increased from three times a week to four or five times!

Hogwarts professors aren't letting up their blood for the upcoming Quidditch season either.

After the duel that night, Regulus quietly returned to the lounge that night.

Not long after he lay down, he suddenly remembered where he had seen the name Greta Jackson!

In fact, "Walpurgis Daily", what the original words said...

He can't remember.

I just remember that it was a woman with her eyes closed.

She is dead.

That's not wrong... What the Dark Lord wants to do is to change the big things in the entire wizarding world, and bloodshed is essential in this process.

Also, they did it wrong.

It was the Mudblood's fault to be wrong.

If she hadn't forcibly entered the magic world, maybe her mother wouldn't have died because of it.

Regulus kept comforting himself like this.

In the dream, the hatred of the girl in the dark, the woman with her eyes closed, the flames that can be seen everywhere...

He slept very restlessly tonight.

******

Every war begins quietly and out of sight.

Many years ago, Muggle history books left only two sentences about the war that broke out on September 1, 1939: "Germany blitzed Poland, Britain and France declared war on Germany.

Princip's blood ink has not yet dried, and a world-class Muggle war has officially kicked off in Europe.

It was a nightmarish night, the Poles would say, when they were woken by strange noises before dawn, and bombers hummed over their heads, rushing towards railways, arsenals and bridges. Artillery shells poured down on the Polish positions like rain~www.novelmt.com~ The counterattack plane was blown up at the airport before it took off. The scorched earth, artillery fire and broken stumps were the last thing the Polish soldiers saw in their lives. sight.

Yes, it all happened so suddenly that they were caught off guard and collapsed like a mountain. But war never breaks out suddenly at a certain moment,

The war started long ago, out of sight of those who died.

In London, it started with the market, with the soaring price of bread. The ironware and medicines on the market were hard to come by. In Mrs. Cole's complaint, they were secretly purchased by the government and sent to the military factory.

In Berlin, it started on the streets, with tabloids waving in the hands of newsboys, businessmen and officials exchanging messages in cafés, and Ambassador Schulenburg was rumored to have secretly met the Soviet foreign minister in Moscow.

In Paris, it started in theaters, with beautiful Citroëns at the door and expensive nylons for ladies, fashionable handbags in department stores, and supplies of oil and its derivatives dwindling.

In New York, it started earlier, with the stock exchange, with the frenzied selling and buying of stocks by traders.

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