HP solves the mystery

Severus lived an ordinary life in Spider-End Alley. When he had time, he would do his homework and brew some potions, which he could then store in Diagon Alley for sale.

At this moment, a few miles away in northwest London, something unusual is happening at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Sirius, you must get engaged to Cynthia! I can tolerate your mischief in Gryffindor and the Potter family, but I will never let you tarnish the family bloodline!" Orion Black said seriously, with a smile on his lips. His beard trembled, obviously very angry.

Walburga patted the back of Orion's hand to tell him not to be so excited and watched her eldest son acting like a monster with cold eyes. She had experienced this kind of thing more than once.

"Miss Carlo? Haha, another pureblood!!" Sirius pulled his hair irritably. Is Cynthia, who walks around as a relative, his aunt? And he is still studying in Durmstrang, Germany, which is the holy land of black magic!

"I will not marry a vicious, strange woman whom I have only met a few times to be my wife!" He turned over the round table for afternoon tea in front of him, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "Do you think I would marry Bella and Naxi?" Is it the same as Shah? Marrying someone you don’t like for that ridiculous purity? Working your life for that lunatic?!”

Orion looked at him with disapproval. After all, as the heir, he has been teaching for so many years, and he has been co-authoring and going to Gryffindor for a few years. Has his brain turned into a ball of mush?

"Sirius, you are my son, and you are a member of the Black family. You have enjoyed the glory and wealth brought by the family, and you should be responsible for it." Walb tightened his lips and clapped his hands calmly. Che then appeared, took the overturned dinner plates away from the round table, and replaced them with new ones.

"If possible, I would rather not be a Black! I would rather be a Muggle! At least that way, I would be freer! Why didn't you ask me if I was willing when you gave birth to me?" Sirius raised his head stubbornly and said He spoke from his heart, "It would be great if I was born into the Potter family. My parents would definitely love and protect me, instead of punishing, beating or even forcing me to marry someone I don't love!"

Walburga still had no reaction. Orion's body trembled with anger, and the hand he pointed at his eldest son trembled, "You, you rebellious son, the wealth and honor the family has given you are not worthy of your contribution." Do you have power? Don’t you know that the master in the magic world is interested in pure blood? You are trying to force me to death!"

Walburga's straight back was slightly bent, and her chin was still raised proudly. No one could tell that her heart was broken by her eldest son's words.

"Sirius, everyone must be responsible for what they say." Her voice was trembling, and her eyes seemed to see the thin figure again through her eldest son, "Who do you think you are marrying with the Carlo family for? We are We all live for our family, so that our descendants can still live at the pinnacle of the magic world a hundred years from now... not..."

"That's enough, mother, what did you say after I entered Gryffindor School? Write a shouting letter calling me a 'traitor', a 'madman', and unworthy of being a member of the Black family... Now it's just for the sake of marriage. Pretentious..." Sirius interrupted her. He only wanted to vent the frustration in his heart and didn't care about the feelings of his relatives. He was stabbing their hearts one by one.

"What will happen to you if I don't marry into the Carlo family? Remove me like you did to Andromeda?" He walked around the hall irritably, yelling angrily at his relatives, "Let Regulus Go, don’t you love him very much! He also has a share in the family! Leave Blake’s glory to him!”

Regulus, who was hiding in the corner, blinked inexplicably. Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

It was true that the family regarded him as the heir, but he only started to get involved with things after Sirius went to Gryffindor for his third year, and he still had a close eye on Sirius.

If it weren't for his parents' love and care for Sirius, he wouldn't have been able to live comfortably for so long. Regulus was sure that if he had gone to Gryffindor, he would have been forced to change schools or expelled from home to fend for himself as early as the day he entered.

Sirius's move was obviously unsuccessful in diverting the trouble away from him, which earned him an even sharper look from his father, Orion, and his mother, Walburga.

Regulus listened to his brother's words, which were shocking to him, and was surprised by his parents' strange attitude towards him.

Sirius was still nagging and accusing, and he spoke a lot, which made Walburga turn blue.

Orion's hand slammed on the round table with a bang, and the expression on his face seemed to be both gratifying and painful, "You thought you lost the Black family, what else do you have? Gold Galleons at your fingertips? Comfortable. Luxurious clothes? Or this luxurious and spacious villa? We have all these, so we will not worry about the embarrassment of life...Look at the Weasley family..."

"You have to know that it is your identity as Black that allows you to get this, otherwise there will be an arrogant and arrogant waste at the bottom of society! He will never see the vast sky!" He said earnestly, as if he wanted this big man to The son understands the importance of gold galleons and social status. He sometimes wonders whether the eldest son has a genetic mutation and looks nothing like a member of the Black family.

"Then take it away. I don't care about changing my last name, and I don't want the family's 'charity'... I can be free just in time..." Sirius spread his hands indifferently, and even laughed sarcastically, "I finally know. Even if Andromeda is expelled, she will still marry Tonks..."

Walburga took a sip of black tea from the cup and looked at his eldest son quietly, rarely making any further questions.

Regulus knew he was going to suffer, so he stopped pretending. He ran over and grabbed Sirius's hand, and said apologetically to his mother, Walburga, "Mom, father, brother, he just said it out of anger. Don't take it seriously..."

He turned around and winked at Sirius, asking him to quickly apologize to his parents, but he showed it to the blind man.

"So, Sirius, are you ready to accept the responsibility of what you said?" Walburga looked at the sensible young son and the stubborn eldest son, and shook his head slightly at his husband Orion, who looked over worriedly. Once upon a time They were all so naive, "Since you don't want the 'charity' of the Black family, from now on, the family will not give you a gold galleon, even the cheapest copper nut..."

Walburga looked at his stunned eldest son and sighed in his heart, "Enjoy your freedom, Sirius."

The conversation ended there, and the atmosphere at home became even more condensed.

Sirius hid in his study, reading the latest fashion magazines in the Muggle world, and did not take his mother's words seriously. He remembered that when he was 8 years old, Andromeda took him to play in the Muggle world and encountered Grosvenor. Her expression during the riots in the square was exactly the same as this time, so he was not very worried.

What's more, he has his own small treasury, and with Potter being a good brother, he doesn't take his mother's threats to heart. If he can really get rid of the family marriage, he will be even happier.

He happily wrote to his good brother James to inform him of his victory in the struggle, and made noise with his guitar at home for a few days. Then he found that his room was in a mess for several days and no house elf came in to clean it.

Regulus had a hard time in the future because of Sirius's backlash. He was either attending banquets or inspecting the family property, and had to help process the declaration forms submitted.

He was so busy that he finally took some time to write a letter to Severus to express his complaints, but was arrested by his father again to help him.

He knew this was because his father's anger had nowhere to vent, but he couldn't just catch him!

On the other side of London, Severus was playing with the radio on the table. This radio can be used in the wizarding world. It can listen to the music program "Magic Time", the interactive "Tuts Sprout Show", and news bulletins. Class "Wizard Radio News Network" and so on.

Later, Lee Jordan and Fred Weasley also hosted the illegal radio program "Potter Lookout" to support Harry Potter and oppose Voldemort, which played a big role in the Wizarding War.

This radio he found in a slightly better condition from a second-hand store, and he spent some time tuning it, and now he is listening to the magic hour with Celestina Warbeck's songs playing in his ears.

He didn't understand why Regulus didn't bring a radio to Hogwarts so he wouldn't miss news from the wizarding world.

Thinking like this, Severus saw Charles, the owl belonging to Regulus, flying outside the window.

He took down the letter, sprinkled some specially bought feed on Charles, looked at his cheerful little appearance, and then sat on the small sofa to read the letter.

A foot of parchment paper was filled with densely written words. Because they were written in a hurry, you can still see the drag marks on the tails of the letters.

It took him a full ten minutes to sort out what was said in the letter. Although they were all complaining about his father taking him around and his mother's strictness, it was still possible to see in the subtle details that Sirius had a big conflict with them. , but the reason was not written.

In the end, he also vaguely wrote about his confusion and discomfort with the change of position.

Severus pinched his brows. In his memory, Sirius seemed to have had a falling out with his family and was expelled from the family. He also lived a very comfortable life after moving to the Potters' house, so the signs of this were already there.

The music on the radio changed from upbeat jazz to a slightly soothing song.

"Oh, my poor heart, where has it gone? It has left me, enchanted..."

He held the quill and thought for a while before slowly writing the reply.

The matter between Sirius and Regulus was a matter between brothers, and changing the heir was a major family matter. You must know that Sirius has a strong magical talent. He had heard Regulus talk about how other families treated Black who had defected to Voldemort. The family is ostracized, and they are all vying to be Voldemort's confidants...

Regulus said this with admiration on his face, as if he was looking forward to becoming Voldemort's right-hand man.

Of course, Severus couldn't undermine the child's self-confidence, thinking that he would be able to escape from the black vortex by reminding him at some time.

The reply was written quickly, and Charles finished his extra meal and flew up into the sky with the letter in his mouth.

Regulus may have been too busy in the following days, so he never received a reply.

He occasionally went to the big trees by the river to enjoy the breeze and look at the scenery, to relax his eyes after reading for a long time, and to practice magic.

Several times, she met Lily passing by, but she was alone. Although Petunia didn't like this sister in the past, she would always be nearby to watch them.

When Severus asked the reason, it turned out that the high school she attended was about to start school and she was packing her luggage.

"Severus, we have to pack our bags too. The Christmas vacation is coming to an end..." Lily combed her long hair that was blown by the wind. She held the woven bag in her arm under her arm. Inside was the new curtain she bought. .

Severus nodded silently, this holiday went by so fast.

On January 1976, 1, the light rain turned overcast.

Young wizards in England have finished their holidays and are taking their luggage to King's Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express.

Regulus looked at the time he had arranged with Severus and refused Kreacher's escort. He walked alone on the street and arrived at the station in about twenty minutes, searching the crowd with his eyes.

Little Barty spotted him first and pulled Andre over who was still stuffing soybeans in his mouth.

"Mr. Black, long time no see." Little Barty said slowly, emphasizing the word 'little', and imitating his father's example, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Crouch Jr." Regulus reached out and shook his hand gently. How could he not hear Barty Jr.'s teasing after attending several banquets.

As expected, Little Barty's next question was about the 'heir' of the Black family.

Little Barty cast an isolation spell, leaned closer and whispered, "I heard that the eldest son of the Black family, Sirius Black, has been grounded? Would it be you who attended the banquet? "The Quibbler" wrote at least 5 articles for you. How did he succeed in usurping the throne from his youngest son? Poor Sirius was imprisoned by the family... I told you before that you should do this..." The more he spoke, the more excited he became, with a faint blush on his pale cheeks, and he could barely express his joy by dancing.

Regulus glanced at him. This friend always wanted to achieve value through 'cruel' battles, but he had not yet taken action.

"Okay, little Barty, the poor man you mentioned as being imprisoned is right over there..." Regulus pointed at the man who got into the car with Potter and his group. His haggard face still couldn't hide his unruly and handsome look. .

"Regulus, your brother is as handsome as me." Little Barty admired sincerely. Even though he didn't like pure-blooded 'traitors', his handsome appearance was undeniable.

"hehe."

Regulus heard some Coca-Cola, but someone laughed out loud before him. He couldn't help but turn around and saw that it was Severus who he was waiting for.

"Ahem, keep going. I usually won't laugh unless I can't help it..." Severus coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Little Barty naturally knew what he was laughing at, his cheeks turned red, and seeing Andre's wild grin, he couldn't help but glare at him.

Andre smiled innocently at him and continued to eat fried soybeans, planning to buy a large meal of snacks after getting on the train.

The little wizards around them were saying goodbye to their families noisily, and their family background could be clearly seen through their clothes and appearance.

There are very few young wizards in the Muggle world who have rosy complexions and strong bodies. Most of them are like people of this era, eating potatoes and industrial hard bread with a green face.

Severus followed Regulus onto the train. He had no hope of getting rid of them. As for Lily? This girl had been sent to the station by the Evanses a long time ago, and their timings didn't match up.

He looked at the helpless parents and thought of China in the far east. It was so difficult abroad, let alone at home.

"Severus, follow quickly. Let's go to a place in the back. I brought a picture book for you to read!"

"Okay." Severus shook off the messy thoughts in his mind and followed, feeling extremely grateful for the windfall he had received.