Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Professor Slughorn regretted that Snape still did not return to Hogwarts.

Professor Slughorn is a person who knows how to enjoy the exquisite. Whether it is the pomp and the taste of food, it highlights the grandeur of the party.

Go to an empty classroom on the seventh floor of the West Tower, which was temporarily transformed into an event venue by Professor Slughorn.

When Regis and Regulus appeared at the same time, what they saw was Professor Slughorn who was standing at the door and greeted him warmly.

He seemed delighted at the arrival of a Blake, knowing that for some reason his slug club was sending out a large number of invitations this year.

Slughorn patted Reggie on the shoulder, repeating, "Rigi! You're bound to have great things in the future!", "Little guy, I have to say you're the best I've ever taught. one of the students."

Treating Regulus with a lot of restraint, he just happily welcomed his arrival.

It's not that Regulus is not good, but compared to Sirius, he looks too-ordinary.

After Reggie walked into the classroom, she was still shocked by the scene inside.

Silver velvet curtains scattered from the ceiling to the four corners of the room, and stars danced on the huge open curtains, which had very high requirements for the wizard's transformation spell.

On the right side of the room, a small band was playing, and napkin-wearing house-elves, holding trays a few sizes larger than their heads, struggled through the crowd.

When Reggie arrived, there were already many people in the room.

Turning his head to look, Professor Slughorn, who was wearing a green velvet robe, was still looking around.

Well, it seems that there are still heavyweight guests who didn't show up.

"Two butterbeers, thank you," Reggie said to the house-elf who happened to pass by.

Hearing his thanks, the house-elf slid down, almost not holding out the tray held high above his head.

Regis occasionally went to the kitchen, and there were quite a few elves in it who remembered this great, kind wizard master.

It bowed respectfully.

"I didn't expect you to thank the culture elf." Regulus was the first to speak.

"Don't you? They're a bunch of cute guys, aren't they?" Reggie sipped his glass and chatted.

It was the first time for both of them to participate in the club's activities, and the members of Slytherin were much less this year. The two naturally raised their glasses and found a corner.

"Cute? House elf? Did I hear it right?" Although Regulus didn't say it, the expression on his face clearly expressed the words in his heart.

Reggie smiled meaningfully: "In my opinion, they are just angels. Speaking of which, I really like Kreacher."

Speaking of Kreacher Regulus, he has a little more understanding of Reggie's thanking behavior, and he would also thank Kreacher in private at home.

Regulus's expression softened a lot: "He is indeed very friendly to people."

"Cough..." Regis drew his wand and pointed it at his lapel at will, and the wine stain on it disappeared immediately. "Of course, the last time I saw Kreacher, he happily showed me his bow tie."

"Oh, that's what I gave it to."

"You are nothing like your brother."

Speaking of Sirius, Regulus's expression froze suddenly, and he took a sip of wine.

Reggie didn't realize it, and continued: "I've never seen a better house-elf than Kreacher. It's always in your house?"

Regulus is a little proud. In his heart, he has long regarded Kreacher as a part of Blake, and that is his family.

"Of course, Kreacher is very smart and loyal, and has been at the Black House since it was born, and my family loves it very much."

Even the most discerning Walburga is better to Kreacher than to Mudblood, and to know the place of the house-elves in the Pureblood family, think of Lucius and Lestrange!

By contrast, Black, the pure-blood madman, was an angel in his dealings with house-elves.

So even after Blake was almost dead, old Kreacher still perfectly executed the old master's idea - loudly insulting all the "crazy old men", "mudbloods", "thieves", "the next three" who broke into Black's old house abuse".

...

After getting the answer he wanted, Reggie calmly changed the subject and started chatting about Quidditch.

Soon he regretted it.

Unexpectedly, Regulus, who looks a little quiet, is an avid Quidditch enthusiast, and he is a little introverted and becomes eloquent when talking about Quidditch.

Regis remained silent, nodding from time to time, but his ears perked up to eavesdrop on the discussions of several Slytherins next door.

They were discussing the recent Hogsmeade attack.

There is a wounded mixed-race student inside. The family behind him is very powerful in the Muggle world. Faced with the Ministry of Magic, which has been trying to suppress the matter, they are very dissatisfied and threatened to make the terrorists pay the price!

It's okay to hear the story here, it's just harsh words, a Muggle actually wants to take revenge on the wizard?

What's more, those people were Death Eaters.

No one took this cruel remark to heart, and everyone regarded it as a joke.

but.

It's a joke if you think it's funny, and the Death Eaters say it's not funny.

However, after so many days, the forces behind the half-blood student are still putting pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

The Daily Prophet quietly published a piece of information about the deaths of three wizards in the Muggle world. Those who were interested noticed that these three had another identity, and it was very coincidental that they were all Death Eaters.

Who is so daring to ask the Death Eaters for trouble?

People are used to seeing the green marker flashing behind the Daily Prophet when it reports on deaths and disappearances.

This has not happened in a long time!

A few Slytherins nearby were discussing intensely whether the mixed-race family killed the Death Eaters.

"The timing is too coincidental. When did the Muggles kill them?"

"Isn't he half-blooded? There must be a wizard behind him."

"But I've heard that his mother's family doesn't have much power in the wizarding world."

"Who knows? My concern is whether Muggles actually have a way to deal with wizards? Thousands of years ago..."

"Humph! If I think they're **** luck, they're putting on a pose, Muggles don't deserve to be compared to wizards!"

Regis wasn't interested in the injured classmate, he was interested in the Muggle family behind him.

As we all know, most Death Eaters are from Slytherin, and Slytherin is rich in dark wizards, and dark wizards are very careful.

This meant that the Death Eaters would take the blame on them, whether it was the Muggles or not.

Regulus, who had been talking for a long time, looked at Reggie in a daze, and realized that the other party had no interest in Quidditch.

Regulus, as a Black, is not interested in the current situation at all.

Right now, he is not yet thirteen years old. Blake is the youngest child of this generation. Apart from those pure-blooded relatives, he still has three cousins ​​and a biological brother, not to mention the still beautiful and powerful Woo. Erbuga.

To be honest, in the eyes of everyone, even if the sky falls, Regulus will be the last to fall.

In everyone's impression, Regulus just needs to be a good baby and quietly receive what they instilled in him - pure blood and glory.

So attentive Regulus found that Regis was attracted by the conversation next to him, and listened to it for a while.

"How could a Muggle be the murderer? It must be that group of evil Muggle wizards who attacked the unlucky ones." Regulus thought sullenly.

"What do you think of the Hogsmeade thing?" Regis suddenly said, a slightly cold voice that made people unable to contain the emotions.

"Huh?" Regulus looked a little confused, and quickly understood what Reggie was talking about. "It should be—maybe it was an accident. They might just want to scare the uninformed wizards."

"You think what they're doing is okay? I mean the Death Eaters."

"I-I don't know...but if it's a hemp seed, it shouldn't matter, right?"

In Regulus's accepted concept, hemp wizards are all thieves and liars, who "steal" wizards' magic, and although they usually don't show it, he never puts each other on an equal footing.

"Rigi!" Lily came over and greeted enthusiastically: "Hello, Blake."

Regis glanced calmly at Regulus, who looked a little embarrassed, after all, he just said that... and Lily is a hemp witch.

"Lily, you are so beautiful today." Regis put down the wine glass in his hand, smiled half-heartedly, and suddenly reached out and brushed towards her hair, "It's more appropriate to add a lily hairpin here."

Lily heard the words, and there was a shyness that was rarely seen in the past on her cheeks, but she did not avoid it, but let Reggie pin the hairpin to her hair.

She wore a dress tonight, and she looked even more beautiful.

Reggie's compliment made her feel a warm and airy feeling that spread from her heart to every part of her body.

When she was in the lounge today, in the face of Potter's exaggerated shouting, her reaction was to give the latter a big roll of eyes.

At the same time, Lily also looked at Reggie.

Tonight's Regis also wore a green dress robe, with a brooch that was worth a lot of money on the neckline.

"You look good too!" Lily praised sincerely.

Hearing the two of them complimenting each other, Regulus twitched the corners of his mouth and began to regret attending tonight's party.

Regis suddenly looked behind Lily, "Did you come alone?"

Lily was a little embarrassed: "I invited Guna, but now I don't know where she went. Oh! Merlin, I have to find her, see you later, Reggie."

Lily left in a hurry, and the discussion next door continued.

He glanced at the few people next to him contemptuously, then turned his head and gave Regulus a gentle smile.

"Do you know the difference between **** and slaughter? The former is to gain power, and the latter is to satisfy one's own evil. At the beginning, the boundaries between the two were easy to blur."

Regulus frowned slightly.

Reggie stood in front of him, calmly looking at the Slytherin boy who was not yet thirteen years old, but in his heart he sighed at his future ending.

Regulus was thinking about what Regis wanted to express. He always felt that there was something wrong in it. After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

In the end, the confused look on his face was taken away, and he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, muttering as if unintentionally, "They will get used to it."

******

A riot broke out in the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw areas, as if a fight had erupted.

Slughorn came in panting: "Merlin! Stop it, boys, stop the curse!"

He looked a little annoyed, and Reggie noticed the blood-red figure in the distance, the headmaster of Durmstrang and several students.

"Okay kids, I don't think it's a good day to joke around!"

Professor Slughorn continued to do what he was good at—classifying all the contradictions as little jokes, and then explained in the direction of Durmstrang's group, "These kids are more lively, my fault. , oh, for Merlin's sake, I shouldn't have prepared so much wine."

Everyone laughed at Professor Slughorn's "haha".

After focusing on introducing the principal of Durmstrang, Professor Slughorn immediately announced that everyone should enjoy this wonderful night.

Everyone found a seat in twos and threes and started to enjoy the party tonight.

The two of them also tacitly stopped talking about the topic that was interrupted before, and they stopped talking about their worries.

Regis fully enjoyed the lamb chops at the table. He looked around the crowd and saw Lily and Guna not far away.

With all due respect, what Guna wore tonight was really eye-catching!

She was wearing a long pink dress, like a delicate peach, and with the Veela blood, the boys sitting around her couldn't help but keep peeking at her.

"My mother said that Hogwarts shouldn't accept non-human blood," Regulus whispered.

Reggie raised her eyebrows, "Mrs. Black is too strict."

"My mother does get tough sometimes—in fact, I have a question I want to check with you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Reggie's eyes, "Of course."

Regulus smiled reluctantly and looked away unnaturally, "I heard that when you were in the first grade, my brother - I mean Sirius, he received a roar from my mother. Faith, is this true?"

Reggie made a "hmm" sound.

This is already an open secret at Hogwarts~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's just that now Regulus doesn't know where he got the news. Anyway, in Slytherin's sake, this matter is in Blake's face. discussion is prohibited.

No one is going to have a hard time with Blake.

Regulus' face suddenly turned pale, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "I heard that my mother's wording at the time... was a bit inappropriate, did you all hear it at the time?"

"Mrs. Black's words were a little too extreme when she was emotional." Ridge touched her nose and tried to be as euphemistic as possible.

Regulus's heart sank, and he still didn't understand the quarrel between his mother and Sirius in Black's old house...

I just didn't expect that my mother would be so angry when she learned that her brother was assigned to Gryffindor, that even Black's decency was lost...

"I see, thank you, Reggie. Also, I hope you don't tell Sirius and them about our conversation tonight."

After that, Regulus's emotions visibly lowered, and the two did not speak again until the end of the party.