HP solves the mystery

"James, I found that something was wrong with my parents. As for what happened? I didn't quite understand it before, but the look in Regulus's eyes at me was full of weirdness. Finally, I learned that he wanted me and the Carlo family. The young lady is engaged...My family has restricted my wings, and I really want to escape now...I wonder if you still remember our agreement...I look forward to your reply..."

Sirius Black huddled under the covers, hurriedly writing this scrawled letter, and had the owl send it out without his family noticing.

He looked at the shadow of the bird flying farther and farther under the moonlight, slowly exhaled a breath, and recalled what happened a few days ago.

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"Sirius... I guess you already know why you have to come back, right?" Orion touched the mustache on his lips. If the eldest son can listen to the advice and go home, it means that there is still hope and that he still has this family in his heart.

And if Regulus inherits the family in the future, 70% of the family property will go to the family owner, and the remaining 30% will be shared by the family owner's brothers and half, and the remaining 15% will be shared with the other brothers and sisters.

Cynthia Carlo, who was preparing to be engaged to Sirius, was not only a pureblood, but also had a good personality as the second daughter of the family. Their family was quite powerful in Germany, which was equivalent to giving him a guarantee for the rest of his life.

"Father, is this interesting? This is a marriage fraud! That's not what you said when you wrote the letter! Is this how you promised to give me my freedom?" But Sirius obviously didn't appreciate his kindness, with an angry look on his face, as if A lion about to go crazy, his marriage was exchanged like a deal.

As the male head of the Black family, Orion, as Sirius's father, was busy developing the family when he was just born. He left early in the morning and came home late, leaving all the time to the care of the house elves. It was not until he was three years old that he and his wife Walburga had time to accompany him. His son, therefore, was very indebted to him, and could not help but indulge him, making him seem ignorant of the world.

Orion frowned and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, suppressing his anger, "Marriage fraud? Didn't I tell you in the letter? It was written clearly! You agreed to the marriage when you came back!" He sent it to Hogwart. Ci's letter stated the pros and cons for Sirius to consider, but when he came back, this was his attitude?

Sirius was very impatient. Is this still over?

"Didn't you send a shouting letter asking me to come back? If I don't come back, you will remove me? Do you think I am willing to come back?" He said almost roaring, but this time he did not lift the table, but turned around and ran towards the door.

"Kreacher, stop him! Throw him into the room and don't let him take a step! Don't send him food until he figures it out!"

Walburga couldn't stand it anymore and called Kreacher, the house elf. The rebellious eldest son always made her angry.

"If he reneges on the engagement, then continue to starve him!"

"Okay, my dear mistress!" Kreacher appeared beside the door with a bang, bound Master Sirius with magic, and sent him to the second floor.

"Sister, is it really okay for us to treat Sirius like this?" Orion leaned his head on the sofa in despair, covering his eyes and muttered.

Walburga stared at the hole-filled family tree wall in silence, pondered for a long time, and slowly uttered a few words, "We have no choice, Orton..."

After Sirius Black returned to the room and was untied by Kreacher, he kept kicking the door, and after seeing no success, he started smashing things in the room.

The orange curtains on the four-poster bed were torn to the ground by him, and the carved mahogany bookcase was not spared either. It fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. The decorations inside were all valuable, and they were just so wantonly destroyed. broken.

He felt tired after venting, so he sat on the only intact chair in the room, looked at the mess, and actually laughed.

Any talk of love and care is false, only family interests are real! Sirius laughed so much that he shed tears, missing his friend Potter even more.

What was Regulus doing at this time? He was approving yesterday's backlog of documents, so he missed a lot of fun.

After he knew the whole story, his expression became subtle. He was afraid that his brother would cause trouble again, so he asked Kreacher to bring some food and ran to his door.

Mother only said that Kreacher couldn't deliver meals, but she didn't say that brothers couldn't, right?

"Sirius, I'm in, are you okay?" Regulus knocked on the door and slowly entered.

Kreacher had removed the restriction before he opened the door. This was his beloved young master!

"Get out! Regulus! I don't want to see you now! You are just like father and mother! They are all for profit. Don't we have family ties in our family? Is pure blood so important?" Sirius put his fingers in his hair. He grabbed his hair and said angrily, "Those burned holes in the family tree, including Andromeda, are all for freedom..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Regulus with burning eyes, "Rael, you will help me, right? I don't want to marry someone from the Carlo family! The marriage I want is to find a lover. People, a carefree life...no black magic, no forced..."

Regulus gave him a strange look, and moved the dinner plate in his hand forward. When he saw that he didn't want it, he threw it casually on the ruins of the bookcase.

"Sirius, if it's anything else, I can help you, but I can't help you with this matter... My parents have asked for your opinion before, and you also wrote a letter and promised to come back..." Regulus frowned, he I don’t know how this brother is so smart. Can’t he see such a big movement in the greenhouse?

Sirius was stunned when he heard this. He had written a letter and promised to come back, but did he mention the engagement in the letter? Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't, there was no way to verify it now, he had casually read those letters and then burned them.

"So what?" He retorted harshly, thinking quickly in his mind, "I already refused once at Christmas, can't I still express my attitude?"

Regulus didn't know what expression to make for a moment. He pinched his knuckles and opened his mouth again and again, "It's useless for you to say anything now. The engagement invitations are about to be sent out. You should be mentally prepared!"

"What! How could this be possible! I don't want to be engaged to that vicious dark wizard!" Sirius jumped up from the chair in shock, and the chair fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Kreacher, who was outside the door, heard a worried voice and looked in. Seeing that the little master was fine, he silently put on an armor to protect him, then turned around and continued to take out his hand.

Regulus sighed inwardly. His brother always had a prejudice against people who studied dark magic. He thought about not trying to persuade his parents not to force an engagement, but he was so frightened by his next words that he froze in place.

"Rael, that lady from the Carrow family is the black magician of Durmstrang... you are a Slytherin... or the heir... you must have something in common, otherwise..." Sirius blurted out the thoughts in his mind. , I just felt that this method had the best of both worlds, and looked at my brother proudly.

Regulus was confused, why did he pull it on himself again? And this is not a bad idea. If there is a temporary replacement, where will the Carlo family's face be? Doesn’t the woman want to lose face? It's not like you have to pick and choose goods...and it's already good that the other party doesn't dislike Sirius...

He turned cold and said word by word, "Sirius, I advise you to give up this idea. When the time comes, you will not only bear the anger of your father and mother, but the entire Black family and the Carlo family..."

Sirius curled his lips indifferently and walked around the ruins wearing fine cordovan leather shoes. He didn't feel bad if he was scratched by the shards of glass from the red wine glass.

"Aren't you not ready yet? Just refuse. Why do you have to think so complicatedly? Are you unable to speak? Come on, tell me - No!" He took out a satchel from the broken board in the closet and patted it. The dust on it spoke to Regulus word by word.

Regulus squinted his eyes, not sure if he really didn't understand or if he was pretending to be dumbfounded.

"You can take care of yourself, Sirius." He strode away. The situation was already clear. There was little point in exploring the rest. The only variable was Sirius, but with Kreacher watching, this variable was no longer a variable. .

Sirius looked at his brother's leaving figure with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't know what he was thinking of. He looked out the window and quickly looked away.

Sirius seemed to compromise later on. Not only did he agree to consider getting engaged, but he also said that he would choose the cover and font of the invitation himself. There was silence for several days, which made everyone relax their vigilance.

Until one morning, Kreacher went to deliver breakfast and found that there was no one in the room, the window was wide open due to unknown damage, some clothes in the closet had been taken away, and there was a font pressed on the repaired desk.

On this day, Kreacher's cries echoed in the Black ancestral home for a long time, and he kept banging his head against the wall, causing his nose and face to be bruised and swollen.

If Walburga hadn't arrived in time, this house elf who had served the Black family for a long time would have killed himself.

Kreacher burst into tears and said that he had let Master Sirius escape because of his negligence. It was obvious that the master of the house trusted him so much...

"Sirius Black! Good job! If you can, don't come back to me again!" Walburga's face was livid, and the image of an elegant and dignified lady was gone. Now she is just a mother who wants to teach her naughty child a lesson. !

When she saw clearly what was written on the note on the table, the things around her were torn apart by the magic power escaping from her body, and those that were close had already been shattered into powder.

Regulus and his father Orion heard this and hurried from the study to see such a scene. They looked at each other and retracted their heads.

Magical riot? It’s over, it won’t be solved for a while...

Well, the moon in the sky, ah no, the sun is quite beautiful...

Early the next morning, Walburga sat at the long table with a complicated expression, holding in his hand a luxurious invitation letter with lacquer sealing wax and the family emblem of two black dogs on it. This is the usual invitation letter of the Black family. .

However, she doesn't know how to face the Carlo family now. She has discussed the engagement process before, and if she regrets the engagement now, the Black family will be prepared to have a piece of their flesh bitten off.