HP solves the mystery

By the time the two-week exam was over, all the wizards in the fifth grade could no longer suppress their inner joy.

They greeted each other cheerfully, shouting in the aisles that they were planning an all-night celebration in the common room after exams.

The Gryffindors were still debating how much Butterbeer they needed to buy on the black market, and then some Firewhiskey.

Potter and Sirius generously donated twenty galleons to cover each person's butterbeer.

Hufflepuff gathered people and prepared to have a big meal, while Ravenclaw prepared to sit in the teahouse in Hogsmeade Village to discuss their shortcomings.

Slytherins gather together in small groups. As for the celebration dinner? Come on, it's not graduation.

The days after the exam passed quickly, and it was another bright morning. Owl messengers flew in in groups from the windows of the auditorium.

Sirius was busy joking with the little witches around him, and the task of fetching things was left to Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew looked enviously at Sirius, who was surrounded by stars, and tightened his grip on the thing. His eyes rolled when he discovered that there was something like parchment inside.

The sun rises, the moon sets, the stars move, and in a blink of an eye it is the last day of this semester.

Regulus was walking in the corridor on the 7th floor, listening to the sermons of the portrait Riphinias Nigellus. He seemed to be very keen on staying with his great-great-grandson.

"Rael, I told you, don't be like your brother. I can only rest assured if the family is in your hands. If it is in your brother's hands, I think he will be eager to share it with his Gryffindor brothers... …" Phineas Nigellus looked at the empty portraits around him and rambled on. He had noticed Sirius's unreliability since he was a child. This great-great-grandson was suitable to be the auxiliary of the family leader, but Orion refused. Abandoning the principle of primogeniture, he has always been stubborn.

As the great-great-grandfather of Sirius Black, Phineas Nigellus always traveled through the castle's portraits and witnessed the growth of several generations of Black people. When he entered school, he saw him being assigned to Gryffindor. He was furious. If the portrait hadn't been allowed in the Gryffindor common room, Sirius would have been scolded bloody.

"Great-great-grandfather, really, you can go and talk to Sirius after he comes home..." Regulus replied weakly. The portrait really won't be tiring, but his ears are about to get calloused.

Phineas Nigellus blew his beard and glared angrily. His great-great-grandson was really not cute at all. Bella and the others would even praise him a few times. In his spare time, he would go back to the portrait in Grimmauld Place. Chatting with another portrait of myself and celebrating festivals with the tribe, also to see future generations and the old house.

"You unfilial descendant! I'm not happy to talk about you! Humph..." He snorted arrogantly, leaving his little great-great-grandson to quickly shuttle through the portrait, and disappeared after a while.

Regulus breathed a huge sigh of relief. Ever since he confirmed his position as the heir, his great-great-grandfather had seemed very excited and taught him a lot of business skills in private. He was so nagging because many portraits in the school didn't want to talk to him. Because he is the only Slytherin headmaster.

The semester dinner at Hogwarts was as sumptuous as ever. The little wizards enjoyed the meal to their heart's content, then went to the dormitory to have a good sleep before carrying their luggage home tomorrow.

Regulus and Sirius had a rare meeting after the dinner, and the conversation was rarely concise.

"Regulus, mother wrote to me a few days ago, saying that she would pick us up at the station this time...we will get off the train together then..." Sirius finished the notice with an ugly face, turned around and left, without even looking at his brother. That confused face.

In fact, it was not just a few letters, but also several shouting letters asking him to be there, otherwise he would simply ignore them. Originally, he was going to James' house.

That's it? Regulus' head was filled with black lines, and he spoke as if he had not received the letter.

The letter he received was more detailed, talking about an engagement for Sirius...

This is what parents are like. No matter how rebellious their children are, they will always want to plan a future path for them, hoping that it will be a smooth road.

Early the next morning, the four of them, Severus and Regulus, carried their suitcases and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Lily seemed to have found a way to get along with the current Snape. She no longer looked for him on the express, but planned to get off the train and get together.

The return journey went smoothly, but Andre sat in his seat glumly.

His relationship with the Ravenclaw girl failed. The main reason was not because he was a Slytherin, but because he was always discussing with her which food was delicious and never discussed knowledge with her. So it was rejected.

Little Barty had expected this, and thoughtfully took out Galleons to buy him some pot cakes. People can always be happier when eating sweets.

Regulus and Barty Jr. were playing wizard chess along the way, while Severus was reading the Daily Prophet. It was all about: the Ministry of Magic trying to hunt down Death Eaters; the Muggle world learning about a certain wizard's ancient history. The owner was a Death Eater and killed Muggles. Articles like this, as well as some hysterical letters, claimed that the author saw Lord Voldemort passing by their house early in the morning on a certain day and avataring his dog!

The scenery outside the window changed from the vast plains to the houses in the town. The speed of the train began to slow down. After entering King's Cross Station, it stopped exhaling smoke.

Sirius had found his younger brother Regulus before the train stopped. He looked at the reserved and arrogant expressions of the other Slytherins around him and felt uncomfortable all over, but thinking of those shouting letters, he had to endure it.

When the ticket inspector signaled them to pass the magic barrier, the person who looked like Sirius was waiting there: Mother Walburga, holding a small parasol and wearing a complicated long skirt, holding a small and elegant folding fan in one hand to cover her mouth. ; Father Orion, wearing a black suit, a civilized hat, and holding a civilized staff, stood there with a serious expression.

He stood out among the crowded crowd, leaving a vacuum for them.

Regulus was a little annoyed. In order for his brother Sirius to get engaged safely, his parents actually went out together. He had never been so complete in the year he went to Hogwarts.

After saying goodbye to Severus and others, he walked over with his brother.

Orion narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired Severus, with deep thought flashing in his eyes.

"Rael, is that person the friend you mentioned who is very talented in potions, Mr. Snape?" he asked. Even though he had already purchased the potion for verification, he still felt moved when he saw that man's young face. Startled.

"Yes, father, Severus is really powerful. The glory potion I gave you was purchased from him." Regulus answered truthfully. The potion he made was of higher quality than those sold outside.

Orion nodded. He had used it a few times and it felt very good. Otherwise, he wouldn't have paid attention to this mixed-race person with no background.

"You've done a good job, Rael. If you make friends with this kind of person, you won't suffer a loss... For a small amount of benefit, you might get a potion master in the future..." He patted Regulus on the shoulder. , worthy of being the most like him among his sons, thoughtful and far-sighted.

Regulus frowned when he heard this, and then relaxed it quickly. He wanted to refute that they were just friends, with no other interests involved, but his father was as stubborn as his great-great-grandfather, so telling him would be counterproductive.

Sirius stood nonchalantly next to his mother, watching the scene of a loving father and a filial son, but what he was thinking about was the Aldeburgh Music Festival in the Muggle world that James mentioned, and they made an appointment to ride a broomstick to watch the concert live.

The four people with different ideas just left the station. The passing Muggles turned a blind eye to the few people and discussed them enthusiastically. England officially joined the European Community and became the ninth member state of the European Community.

Others discussed in a low voice that the temperature in Lincoln County was as high as 40.3 degrees Celsius, which killed many people. Drought persisted in some places, and the economic crisis was coupled with a reduction in food production.

The Black family is from the magical world and has no idea about these things. I just feel that they are too worried. Why do they have to think so much about something that can be solved with a magic spell?