HP solves the mystery

The Quidditch game has come to an end, but the battle between the houses never stops.

Because Voldemort has recently stepped up his expansion efforts, the relationship between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix has become even tighter. People from the Ministry of Magic have issued notices, and Hogsmeade Village will be closed down for this reason.

The little wizard in school goes to school without any worries. Even if there are conflicts, what happens is just a minor fight.

Regulus has been very ostentatious recently, or he is already arrogant. He is walking in the cafeteria and classrooms with the Golden Snitch in his hand, attracting the envy and admiration of the little wizards every time he passes by.

Except for the people in Gryffindor, the people he always wanted to show were very calm.

"Severus, do you want to see the Snitch?" Regulus played with the Golden Snitch, feeling that Severus's attitude was a bit strange recently, as if he had returned to his previous indifferent look, with a look on his face. His expression also became serious.

The person whose name he called looked up from the book, shook his head coldly, then lowered his head and continued reading.

"Regulus, could you please be quiet? I'm writing a paper for my Muggle Studies class."

Severus was originally very curious about the golden ball with wings, but when he came back last time, he dug deep into his original memory and found that his original attitude towards Regulus was very subtle, but he felt that he was an annoying and annoying person. Black was arrogant, and Regulus was also cold and indifferent to his original self.

I just don't know why, but after he came back from the hospital, his attitude changed drastically.

"Oh, okay, Severus, you're so boring..." Regulus complained softly, holding the Snitch in his hand and walking out of the dormitory. He was going to find Barty Crouch Jr., and he didn't believe that no one would Love the Golden Snitch!

Barty Crouch Jr. was sitting in the common room playing wizard chess with his friends. At the critical moment of the game, a golden snitch flew by. The two of them messed up the chess board in order to avoid the snitch.

"Oh, Regulus, you are so, so annoying! Andre, let's play another round!" Barty Crouch Jr. wailed, and he was about to win! Just a little bit different!

Andre McDougal is a tall, thin boy with flaxen hair. He is currently chasing the Golden Snitch, swinging his wand in his hand to capture it. "No, little Barty, the Golden Snitch is much more interesting than Wizard Chess!"

Regulus walked over with a smile, knowing that someone would like the Golden Snitch!

He restored the wizard chess and sat in Andre's seat. "I thought you were playing Gobstone. You said you wanted to join the Gobstone team before."

Not to mention that it was okay, but Barty Crouch Jr.'s face turned green when he mentioned it. It seemed that he had not succeeded.

Andre played with the little wings on the snitch and burst out laughing when he heard these words. Seeing the knife in the eyes of little Barty, he could only cover his mouth and snicker.

"Forget it Regulus, I have grown up! And Gobstone is not as cool as Quidditch!" Barty Crouch Jr. curled his lips, not wanting to talk about this topic. When he saw the golden snitch, his eyes widened. Turn, "Do you have someone you like? Carrying it around every day is much more interesting than just being cool!"

Regulus looked at him speechlessly, what is all this? He wasn't Sirius or Potter, so he couldn't do anything like using the Golden Snitch to please the little witch.

"Uh, Regulus, how about I give you a copy of "12 Ways to Win at Charming Witches"? Oh, don't look like that, just kidding..." Barty Crouch Jr. moved the knight to a different position. Lifting his chin, "Have you been very close to the mixed-race guy in your dormitory recently? I told you to move out a long time ago. That weird one... Well, you know, that adult doesn't like this..."

Not only that adult, but also the family members disagreed. In this period, pure-blood wizards are crazy to follow the Dark Lord and believe in 'pure-blood supremacy', not to mention 'forever pure Black'.

Little Barty looked at Regulus carefully, as if he wanted to see if he had changed his mind. Their dream was to join the Death Eaters and follow the master.

It wasn't worth being rejected for a half-blood wizard.

Regulus didn't say anything, and just asked his soldiers to chop off the opponent's horse.

"His talent in potions and black magic is very good, little Barty," Andre said casually, with a narrow smile on his face, "He has changed a lot recently. He changed his clothes and hair." After washing it, it looks good."

The main reason is that he doesn't have the awkward aura of inferiority and pride, plus he has a straight back and looks like a handsome adolescent boy. Mooreside has contributed a lot to his fame.

The little witches were very surprised by Severus' transformation. In addition, his answers to potions and black magic won the favor of many little witches. However, he had too many criminal records (Lily and Potter's affairs) , so there are very few people who dare to hang out in front of him.

In addition, there is a young master from the Black family, so no one will bother him.

"Do you still remember our bet? Regulus?" Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the opponent's car surrounding his king and chuckled, "Now it seems that you have half succeeded, as expected. The future heir of the Black family..."

What bet? It's nothing more than a few people having fun in their spare time, and they don't care about the mood of the person being played.

Regulus hummed noncommittally and continued to remain silent, his mind running wildly, trying to recall the so-called bet.

The lounge was noisy, but he could hear his own heartbeat and the sound of firewood exploding in the fireplace.

Andre and Barty realized something was wrong, looked at each other, and chose to speak.

"Regulus, do you really regard him as a friend? He is just a mixed-race! Those damn muds... still have to be our world in the future!" Little Barty's eyes were filled with disapproval. He admired Voldemort's theory very much, but his father kept him from telling him, otherwise he would have immediately defected to the Death Eaters.

Patricide or something like that is a small case for him.

Regulus frowned. Although his admiration for Voldemort was not as crazy as his sister Bella's, because of the general environment, although he disagreed with Voldemort's theory in his heart, he still agreed with it on the surface.

"Little Barty, don't say that, he is my friend! Just like you." He said lightly, put away the smile on his face, and cut Barty's king in half with his chess piece.

Andre Half-blood McDougal smiled sarcastically at little Barty. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Regulus was different about that man, but he was going to stab him in the fatal spot.

Please, if your half-blood friends in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff know what you said, why don't they break off the friendship immediately? Besides, they are half-blood themselves!

Little Barty didn't think he was a person with double standards. At this time, he was still nagging Regulus. You must know that allies are not common, especially for someone like him whose father is the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic. If he wants to join the Food Dead Apostle? Go ahead and dream!

"Let's wait until you join the Slug Club, little Barty." Regulus raised his eyelids and took back the Snitch from Andre to play with. "Think more about yourself and don't get lost. Behind you is the Crouch family. , you are not alone..."

These words meant warning and comfort. The day he met little Barty at school, he knew that this person was very similar to his sister Bella, except that one was more innocent and immature, while the other was crazy.

Regulus looked at Barty, whose expression was constantly changing, nodded to Andre beside him, got up and left.

But instead of going to the dormitory, he left the cellar and headed to Gryffindor's territory.

Severus didn't know that he almost became someone's bet. At this time, he was reading "Standard Spells - Level 6", a book that he would learn later.

What he was thinking about was that he only remembered the Patronus Charm when he turned to the introduction to Dementors. He really couldn't figure it out. What should he do?

The core has been replaced, and the patron saint will either inherit the original deer, or it will be regenerated...

Severus picked at the pages of the book irritably, thinking that Christmas would be coming soon, and he would definitely have to go home, and he didn't know if he would receive a Christmas gift.

If he can receive it, he will definitely give a "Broomstick Repair Tool Box" as a gift in return.