Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

On an ordinary afternoon, a dark-haired boy on the second floor of Lestrange Manor stood by the window and looked into the distance.

Just now, Regis finally received an invitation letter from Hogwarts.

When this moment really came, he still felt a little excited, there was a kind of pride that the whole of Europe was about to crawl under his feet!

When I opened the envelope, what caught my eye was:

Dear Mr. Lestrange, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A list of required books and equipment is attached to the correspondence.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st, and we will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply by July 31st.

Headmaster: Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore.

He believes that no one has not dreamed of receiving an invitation to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, rubbing the stationery in his hand.

"I'm really a wizard. From now on, I'm Reggie Lestrange, and my home is in the magic world!"

In a sense, he is also a "savior". Compared with Harry, who knew nothing about magic in the original book, his starting point cannot be said to be low. With the perspective of God and the inheritance of Slytherin, it can be said that Wang exploded.

Suppressing his excitement, he continued to look at the second page of the parchment, which listed the school uniforms, textbooks, cauldrons, pets, and wands that first-year freshmen need to buy!

"Rigi, are you holding on tight?"

"Grab firmly."

At his own strong request, the old Lestrange decided to take him to Diagon Alley by apparating this time, and he was holding his father's arm tightly at this moment.

It was the feeling of being squeezed into the tube again, and the two of them went from outside Lestrange's manor to London in the blink of an eye.

Reggie stumbled a bit, still somewhat unable to adapt to this way of travel. Then he began to look at everything in front of him, a very narrow and compact street lined with various shops.

He couldn't help but sighed with emotion. No wonder wizards are all so Buddhist, and there is no competition in business, right? Look at these stores, they look very shabby and not renovated.

After taking two steps, he began to have some doubts in his heart: "Why are most of these wizards wearing hoods?"

In the dark corner, many wizards were secretly looking at the blatant two people. When their eyes touched the family crest in front of each other's chest, they were slightly taken aback, and then looked away.

Lestrange's family crest is a crow, which means unknown in the wizarding world.

Here, Regis is getting more and more wrong.

Why is there a display of human bones in the window? Which serious store would sell utensils with a dark red unknown liquid on them?

"Father, I think the notice says to buy new items in Diagon Alley, right?"

Just as he was guarding the surroundings with a serious expression, old Lestrange was stunned when he heard his son's words.

"I made a mistake, try again."

Regis was grabbed by his father and appeared in Diagon Alley instantly. The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the other party trying to maintain his image at the moment, as if nothing had happened.

During the summer vacation, many young wizards who were about to enter school came to Diagon Alley to buy new students' items. Looking at the surging crowd in front of him and the excited smiles on the faces of the little wizards, Reggie felt that this was in line with Diagon Alley in his heart.

Regis was happy, but his old father was angry.

Old Lestrange looked disgusted and stood on the street full of "mudbloods", "poor ghosts", and some "lower creatures" and Muggles for a while and couldn't stand it anymore.

Regis noticed his expression and understood that this was a common problem of pure-blooded nobles—allergies to non-pure-blooded creatures.

"Father, I can..." Shopping alone.

Old Lestrange didn't let him finish, but rudely handed a gold Galleon to him: "Damn Mudbloods are about to take over the wizarding world, you should give them some color!"

At this moment, a man next to him who was holding a large pile of things almost hit him. Judging from the man's clothes, he was obviously a Muggle. He hurriedly apologized, but because of the excessive movement, the things on his body fell to the ground.

Regis swore that if it wasn't for the wrong place, from his old father's fire-breathing eyes, he could see that the man would not end well.

"God, John, what happened? Lily and I found out that you weren't following."

"It's okay, dear, I accidentally bumped into this gentleman."

The woman quickly came over and looked at her husband. After confirming that he was all right, she quickly apologized: "Sir, I'm so sorry, John didn't bump into you, right?"

Reggie almost felt old Lestrange rushing to the tip of his tongue, "Go away, you filthy mudblood." But in the end he didn't say anything, just snorted and turned his head away.

Seeing this situation, he was rather thoughtful.

The couple was a little embarrassed. It seemed that not every wizard was easy to get along with. The woman picked up the scattered items and muttered in a low voice, "Lily Evans! No more shopping, Dad can't take it anymore."

Regis, who was still thinking, was immediately drawn back to his attention by the name~www.novelmt.com~ Lily Evans? Gryffindor flower? The man who took down Voldemort?

In Reggie's view, compared to Harry Potter, his mother Lily Evans is the savior, who defeated the Dark Lord with ancient magic.

With red hair and blue eyes, it looks much better than in the movie!

Hearing her mother's complaint, Lily didn't care, she just smiled and helped her parents pick up things, and they left quickly.

Old Lestrange just felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, and deeply regretted the stupid idea of ​​accompany his son to Diagon Alley today: "I still have something to do, you can go shopping by yourself, and ask Donas to take you back after the end. ."

Seeing that his father had Apparated again all of a sudden, Regis shrugged helplessly.

After all, I have seen in Slytherin's notes that the continuous casting of spells by a wizard is a very mana-consuming thing, and the greater the difficulty, the more mana required.

Apparition, as a spell that only seniors can learn, is not a simple low-magic spell.

Regis, who has been around wands for a long time, has locked his first stop - Ollivander's Wand Shop.

How excited he was when he came in, how numb Reggie was at the moment, he was like an emotionless staff swinging machine.

Looking at the boxes that were about to form a hill in the corner, Reggie waved again, still not feeling the fit Ollivander said.

Is it because I am too strong? Or accept the Slytherin's Soulmark, only the Elder Wand can match me? This... This is not very good, he was actually persuaded by his own crazy thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

Looking at Reggie who was stunned, Ollivander poked at him with his wand: "Hey, Lestrange boy, don't stand stupidly, try this one quickly."