Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 40 Regulus' Relic ([-])

"Give me the bottle in your hand, and I promise not to destroy it." Sirius' attitude softened a little.

Kreacher cried tremblingly, and reluctantly handed over the crystal bottle to Sirius.

Sirius held up the crystal bottle to observe, which contained a silver-blue substance that was neither a gas nor a liquid.

"It's a memory." He said in a muffled voice, "Regulus wanted to tell his family something, and this thing can't be understood until Voldemort is dead..."

"Let me do it, Sirius." Peter stepped forward, took the crystal bottle, and pulled out the cork with great effort.

Kreacher watched in despair as Peter touched Regulus's relic, crying bitterly while making various mouth shapes, apparently silently saying the dirty words that Sirius had forbidden him to say.

Peter drew out his wand, created a magical space, and tapped the memory in the bottle with the tip of the wand.

The silver-blue memory permeates the magic space like thick steam, and a picture is presented in front of people...

The scene is a manicured garden, which is probably what the barren clearing in front of Black's old house used to be.

Two children who looked less than ten years old were running in the garden.

One of the children was tall and strong, and his delicate face had begun to show edges and corners, while the other was thin and small, and his appearance was not so outstanding.

Peter recognized the taller boy as Sirius, and the smaller one as Regulus.

Regulus was panting after his brother.

Soon he was really tired from chasing, and he bent down and held his stomach and stopped.

"This can't be done, today's adventure is only halfway through!" Sirius turned around and said proudly, "I found a monster—probably a giant monster, and I will take you to destroy it."

Sirius dragged Regulus across a meadow, searching around excitedly, but Regulus seemed a little nervous.

"Can we beat the troll?" Regulus asked timidly.

"Hush—" Sirius put a finger to his lips, "the monster is around here..."

The two brothers circled slowly and seriously on the grass, as if they were fighting an invisible bull.

Sirius held a small stick in his hand, pretending to shoot with a wand.

"Ouch—" Regulus called out.

Sirius turned quickly, only to find that his brother had disappeared.

"I'm here, come and save me, I fell into a dry well! I stepped on something under my feet—" Regulus' voice was a little far away.

"No, that monster is in the dry well!" Sirius shouted, "Keep fighting, I'll help you right away!"

He followed the sound and searched around in the grass, when suddenly his foot slipped and fell into the well.

"Oh, you stepped on my shoulder!" Regulus complained, "You don't have to jump off yourself to save someone."

Sirius laughed, and the poor ghoul grunted angrily at their feet.

The scene melted slowly, and another picture emerged...

The scene this time is the restaurant at 12 Grimmauld Place, but the dining table was not peeled off and the chandelier was not covered with silver rust.

The exquisitely carved silver plates on the table contained delicacies one after another, and the luxurious gold and silver decorations in the room added mystery in the candlelight.

Sirius and Regulus dined side by side.

Their parents looked stern and sat upright, solemnly carrying the airs of aristocrats.

Sirius was cutting the steak on the plate, he impatiently swiped the knife back and forth a few times, the plate and the knife jingled when they collided.

"Sirius, pay attention to etiquette." His mother severely criticized, "You are the heir of the Black family, but you can't even do the basic etiquette when eating. Sooner or later, you will bring shame to the family."

His father also put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Sirius with stern eyes.

Sirius lowered his head and curled his lips unconvinced.

Regulus next to him sat straight on the chair, held the steak with a fork, and elegantly cut a small piece into his mouth, but the eyes of his parents were always on Sirius.

"Sirius, you're going to school next month, and tomorrow you'll go to Ollivander's to buy a wand that's right for you," his father said seriously.

Sirius looked up, finally having a topic of interest to him.

But his father handed him a silver staff handle with the ornate Black family crest engraved on it, a silver snake wrapped around it, and emerald eyes adorned.

Sirius didn't reach out to take it, and his parents' faces grew darker.

"Oh, I don't need the handle of the snake's head." He stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth. "I hate Slytherin House the most. There are a lot of pure-blood fanatics in it. If I am unfortunately assigned there, I would rather Break off your own wand and be a Muggle."

Sirius' father was gnashing his teeth in anger. He put his hands on his face, and the handle of the snake head stick against his forehead.

"Sirius!" growled his mother, "are you trying to piss off our whole family? How dare you say you're going to be a dirty Muggle in the Black family's ancestral home? I'm dead Nor will Muggles step over the threshold of the Blacks!"

"Tch, as if someone wanted to come—"

"Shut up! Insolent prodigal son!" roared Sirius' mother.

Regulus watched these quarrels in silence, and sighed softly.

The scene dissolves again, and the Hogwarts Great Hall gradually emerges.

"Black, Regulus!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Regulus put on the sorting hat nervously.

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced.

He made his way to the Slytherin table, where the Slytherins applauded him.

But he saw Sirius sitting at the Gryffindor table frowning, without a smile on his face.

The scene changed, and now a Quidditch game was going on, and the noisy audience in the stands were clearly divided into two camps, red and green.

Regulus was flying on a broomstick in his silver and green Slytherin uniform, looking intently for the Snitch.

James whizzed past him with the Quaffle, and the announcer enthusiastically announced that Gryffindor had scored another ten, and was now a full 120 ahead of Slytherin.

Regulus became more and more anxious. If the Golden Snitch could not be obtained quickly, the point difference between the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team would only widen, and by then there would be no chance of winning.

Suddenly, a small sparkling spot appeared in his field of vision, it was a snitch!

Before he had time to think about it, he rushed towards the snitch.

The Gryffindor Seeker was bewildered, and when he began to speed up desperately to catch up, the Snitch was already within reach for Regulus.

Regulus stretched out his hand——

With a bang, the Bludger hits his shoulder, and he wobbles, narrowly missing the shot.

When he stabilized his body again, the golden snitch had disappeared.

Regulus turned his head to look at the Gryffindor batsman angrily, but met the same pair of eyes as his own.

Sirius, in his red and gold Gryffindor uniform, was laughing like a dog.

(End of this chapter)