Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Quidditch pitch.

The weather today was exceptionally good, with plenty of sunshine, no wind and no clouds.

The air of the Quidditch pitch was filled with the fragrance of grass. The first Quidditch match this year and the rare good weather made today's game almost full, and the stands were filled with robes of various colors.

Red and blue seas, red and yellow seas, blue and yellow seas......

Only that piece of green, always pure.

Lily and Reggie seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, sitting at the boundary of two well-defined landscape lines.

At the junction of Gryffindor and Slytherin, Lily is holding a generation of snacks, with a small lion painted on her face, a telescope around her neck, and occasionally looks emotional.

Seeing Reggie looking at her, Lily smiled happily.

"I thought you were going to the library today." Ridge tilted his head slightly, "The Gryffindor team didn't play today. Which college are you here to cheer on?"

"I'm here to cheer for the wonderful game." She rolled her eyes, said slyly, and handed over the snack bag in her hand, "Actually, I am very interested in Quidditch, even if Gryffindor doesn't play, I will Don't want to miss the first Quidditch match of the year."

Reggie nodded, picked out a red fruit from the bag, and took a bite. The fruit was a little sour. He couldn't understand why someone would like to eat this kind of thing, but out of courtesy, he forced himself to swallow it. go down.

When all eyes were on the two Seekers, almost no one noticed that the Quaffle, which was saved by the goalkeeper, was rushing towards the stands, except for Regis, who had never been interested in the game.

With a loud "bang", a huge silver shield stood above the auditorium where the Slytherins were gathered, and the Quaffle turned into black fragments.

Then, a khaki figure slammed into the edge of the shield so hard that nearby audience members could hear the humming sound of the shield.

Just now, this Hufflepuff player was desperately chasing the Quaffle.

"Bless Merlin, Reggie, luckily you used the spell just in time."

Vivian was terrified.

Regis, who had finished casting the spell, raised his brows and put away his wand.

"What spell is this?" Vivian Shafik was both admiring and curious.

The girl who had shown her goodwill towards Rui Ji before looked at him with a ruddy face, her slightly naturally curly blond hair swaying slightly by the wind, and her figure became more mature.

She is actually a very good girl, and is loved by many wizards in Slytherin.

It is said that even Hamilton's sixth-grade transfer student still has a crush on him, and Reggie remembers the two attending prom together at last year's Slug Club.

It's just that according to the later situation, poor Hamilton has not made further progress, and the relationship between the two still seems to be not far away.

"A kind of—well, an Iron Spell, it just looks a little more powerful."

Is this just a little more powerful...

Rui Jihao smiled without a guilty conscience. Of course, this is not an iron armor spell. Strictly speaking, this is a kind of black magic, which was also researched during the activities of the D.A.M club.

Madam Pomfrey hurried away with the Hufflepuff player who had fallen off the lawn with a levitation spell.

Vivian looked at their backs and said, "The Hufflepuff player will be fine, right? He's just chasing the ball..."

Reggie frowned.

He felt that the Hufflepuff just now was very familiar, and thought about it carefully, but no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't remember it.

But it's **** familiar...

He turned to ask Anthony if he knew the Hufflepuff, but before he could speak, the Slytherin area on the side of the grandstand burst into a thunderous cheer - Regulus had caught the Snitch.

******

Slytherin lounge.

Murseb sat quietly by the fireplace, with a chessboard in front of him. Black and white chess pieces were scattered on the board. There was no fighting, no fighting, but tightness in an unhurried manner. Entangled, the opposite Nott held his chin seriously, frowning in thought.

In the end, he chose to bring down Black's king, "I admit defeat, Victor."

He sighed, "You don't have to let me go like this, I know I can't beat you."

"You don't have to be so arrogant." Victor Murceb waved his hand and returned the chessboard to its original state. "It is also a kind of alertness to be able to recognize the situation and stop in time."

He loves wizard chess, and always likes to play with white first—one of the few habit that Murseb can see through.

The shape of chess is the trajectory of thinking. Sometimes, he likes to play chess to sense the other party's mood. , and Flint's arrogance and meticulousness, and their true faces are exposed on the chessboard in a glance.

He observed the true face of the opponent through the chessboard, and then waited patiently to defeat each one.

......

Principal's office.

Although Dumbledore did not admit it, there was no doubt in his heart that nothing in Hogwarts could escape his piercing blue eyes.

He was always in the habit of standing high and watching from the sidelines.

Let everything run on the trajectory he set, even if there are occasional deviations, he can always make things go back to the trajectory it should have been on.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the window, examining everything at Hogwarts with probing eyes. Whether it was a couple rubbing their ears by the Black Lake or a little guy playing on the grass, nothing would escape his sight.

Moreover, once he found anything unusual, he would always try his best to find out, otherwise, he would be restless all day long.

For example, good student Reggie Duke who casts a "somewhat unusual" spell on the court.

In fact, that's a pretty euphemism to say.

Ordinary students can't see it, but for wizards with high mana, all black magic is traceable.

What Reggie used on the Quidditch pitch today was unfortunate - it happened to be a form of black magic, even though he used it to prevent a tragedy.

The sound of dripping stone beasts sliding came from the principal's room. Then, the heavy door opened, and a dark green figure appeared at the door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, hello." Regis bowed politely.

He also had some headaches after receiving the appointment notice from Dumbledore.

Maybe Gryffindor would like this kind old man, but Slytherin knew that this headmaster was not easy to deal with, and he was always wary of Slytherin for no reason.

"Ah, Regis, you're here, please take a seat and have a cup of grapefruit tea, I added good honey." Dumbledore greeted warmly.

He seemed to have been beaten up before, and his hooked nose was broken in the middle, otherwise, the sharp eyes and hooked nose would have been more aggressive.

No one knows why this mana powerful old man didn't fix his nose.

Like Jaime's panda eyes, even the greatest white wizard, Pomfrey didn't need more than three minutes to get Dumbledore's nose intact.

But he didn't do that, he just kept the obvious traces of broken nasal bones. He didn't know if he wanted to remember something or remind himself.

"Okay, thank you. Headmaster Dumbledore." Ridge took his seat cautiously, his eyes lowered, trying to avoid communication with Dumbledore's poor sight.

Across the distance, he could smell the sweet and greasy smell of the tea. He was calm on the surface, but felt a little turbulent in his heart.

Out of courtesy, she picked up the teacup and pretended to take a sip.

"Mr. Duke, don't be nervous when I invite you here, mainly because I want to praise you for protecting your classmates with a spell. Plus 20 points, Slytherin." Dumbledore smiled gently, usually unconsciously to let the other person relax.

"Great spell, very rare. It's from the Black family, am I right?"

But he was facing Reggie.

Obviously, his vigilance cannot be relaxed.

"I don't know, Mr. Headmaster. Maybe, I saw it in the library's collection. You know, I read a lot of books, and I have long forgotten which book I read it from." Reggie answered very cautiously.

Dumbledore nodded and said kindly: "When I was a student, I knew that little Slytherin wizards like great power, especially the spells that are now banned by the Ministry of Magic, and always study tirelessly. . However, children can't be too addicted to magic, they should be more lively. Am I right?"

"You are the greatest white wizard." Regis pretended to flatter.

"Thanks, Mr. Duke, I always thought Slytherin wouldn't like me because I didn't want students to study dark magic, but as you may have noticed, most Slytherins are always curious about them. It's a quagmire of mighty power that will keep you from extricating yourself. You see, Mr. Diggory's still in the medical wing."

Dumbledore winked happily. "Oh, that poor Hufflepuff's name is Fett Diggory, a little guy who doesn't like to play with magic. I also gave him 20 points for loyalty. the behavior of."

Reggie's eyes instantly turned into black pebbles frozen in the ice, and his voice became cold: "Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, I think, Slytherin's hobby of 'studying spells' is not the same as It's against the law. The Ministry of Magic only bans black magic, not improved spells. Besides, it's just a protective spell like an armor spell, not the black magic you hate."

"Of course, Mr. Duke, your spell isn't black magic, and I totally agree with that." Dumbledore's tone didn't change.

"I just want you to be like the other little guys - well, to be more at ease, I always thought you were different, like Sirius Black in Gryffindor."

The sky was dark and dark clouds loomed over Hogwarts like a hood, and Reggie couldn't see Dumbledore's face, and for a moment couldn't figure out why Dumbledore was talking about Sirius.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I believe that Hogwarts will make every effort to ensure that every student 'lives as freely as possible'." Regis replied more and more cautiously, "It is human nature to pursue freedom, but it cannot be harmed by magic. the price of freedom.”

......

Every wizard has the right to pursue deeper magic.

Even if it's just a little wizard, an underage wizard.

Walking out of the principal's office, Reggie thought to herself, why did Dumbledore mention Sirius in the office just now? At the same time, he was still puzzled, why did he even want to pull out his wand when he saw Dumbledore now?

As night fell, there was still light rain in the sky, and the medical wing was deserted, which was a clear contrast to the brightly lit hall at this time.

Just now, Reggie saw that Madam Pomfrey was having dinner, quietly left the Slytherin table, and slipped into the medical wing.

He wanted to visit Diggory, half out of curiosity-what kind of accidental injury his spell would cause the other party, and the other half was still out of curiosity-this was Cedric Diggory's old father.

Diggory's bedside window faced a long-unattended flowerbed, overgrown with weeds, setting off a bleak atmosphere, worthy of Diggory's pale face and closed eyes.

Regis' disillusionment spell wasn't even canceled, and he quickly left the medical wing.

******

"What are you going to do?"

Hogsmeade.

Three brooms.

Sirius' plan is very simple, and it can even be said that he has no plan. As long as he persuades Andromeda to escape and break away from the Black family, he can do whatever he wants.

"You mean, let's rush to Uncle Signus' house, rush to Andromeda's room, and tell her - Andromeda, run away and things will be perfectly settled?" Regulus He looked at his brother in disbelief.

Although he didn't say anything, Sirius could almost see the words "Gryffindor" written in the air in his eyes, which, in the eyes of his entire family, the Slytherins, has always been associated with impulsiveness and recklessness. , No brain equals.

Sirius had good reason to believe that Regulus was out of consideration for their brotherhood, even though he had fully expressed himself with his eyes.

Sirius asked him, "What better idea do you have?"

Regulus said: "I don't have a better way, but I know Andromeda's wand was taken by Bella, and they have an anti-apparition spell in their house. Even if Andromeda can escape, she What can you do? You know they have a thousand ways to keep her head down."

"Then Andromeda better marry that pure blood who doesn't know who it is~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is really a happy ending." Sirius clapped his hands.

"Okay, you don't need to worry about this anymore, Regulus. Here, play with it." Sirius took out a bag of gadgets that Joko bought from his pocket and threw it to Regulus. .

"I'll be back at Christmas, you might as well write to our good mother earlier."

Regulus opened his mouth to say something, but kept his mouth shut.

He stuffed the things Sirius gave him into his schoolbag and thanked him earnestly.

"Do I need to say something to Andromeda?" he asked before leaving.

"Tell her what Narcissa wants you to tell her," Sirius said lightly. "Tell her what it will be like if she stays at home and gives them hope."

"I see," Regulus said knowingly. "I'll try not to be polite."

Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at him with rare admiration.