HP solves the mystery

For us, parting is always repeated.

The seventh grade students at Hogwarts were packing their things. They were going to take the express to leave the castle where they had lived for seven years.

After Severus stepped out of the castle gate, he glanced back across the stone bridge from a distance.

The castle is still magnificent, and its towering towers and thick walls make people feel extremely solemn and majestic.

I don't know if it was his or the original emotion, but there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

After all, this was the place where he had lived for two or three years. Even if some unpleasant things happened, life at the school was still peaceful.

The basilisk poked its head out of his collar and asked curiously, [Severus, will you come back? 】

Severus was stunned when he heard this. If Voldemort was still the noseless bald head who would kill the Destiny Child in his memory, he would definitely come back in order to destroy the Horcruxes, but who can say what will happen in the future.

The whistle of the train whistled loudly, seeming to urge the students to get on the train as soon as possible.

Andre carried the suitcase and followed Severus without saying a word. He was now more and more steady, and he no longer looked like the foodie he was before.

"Severus, time flies so fast." Andre found the box at the back of the car, put his things away and sat down with emotion.

Severus nodded, took out his wand and cast an Ignore Charm on the box.

Andre watched Severus hesitate to speak, and finally remained silent.

The train shuttles through the fields, the picturesque scenery is left behind, everything is moving forward.

"Severus, next time we meet, will it be like this?" Andre asked Severus after the train slowed down and stopped at the station.

Severus looked into those clear eyes, nodded and shook his head.

"I wish you a happy summer vacation, Andre." He said softly, guessing the camp this junior might join, and for a moment he felt sorry for losing another friend.

Andre pursed his lips in despair and asked persistently.

"Will we meet again?"

Severus glanced outside the door without answering him, and walked out with his suitcase.

The station was very noisy with people coming and going. Some were saying goodbye loudly to the students who were about to leave for the summer vacation, while others were dragging their parents to introduce their new friends.

Severus sneaked into the crowd and disappeared in an inconspicuous corner.

"Severus, this is your graduation gift, congratulations."

Just before he was about to leave the platform, Regulus stopped him at a corner and stuffed something like parchment at him, his temperament as gentle as ever.

Severus sighed, he had mixed feelings about this roommate he had been with for nearly five years.

"Thank you." He replied calmly and stuffed the parchment-like thing into the right pocket of his clothes.

The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is gentle today. It is a rare sunny day.

When Regulus saw that Severus didn't refuse, the formulaic smile on his face faded a little, and he showed a sincere smile. If he hadn't stuffed something into Severus just now, no one would have known that they had a good relationship. .

"If you can't get used to the Muggle world, come back to the wizarding world, Severus." Regulus smiled slightly, thinking about Voldemort's new policy, and jokingly said, "Maybe in the future, I can too. I often go to the Muggle world to play with you."

Elites from various industries in the Muggle world captured by Voldemort's men are working overtime to collect information on the wizarding world. They are very involved in building a new century, and they have also invited (scammed) their friends/fellows/rivals for this purpose. Together we serve the great Dark Duke.

Severus didn't know this. If he did, he would be surprised at the transformation of the purebloods in the wizarding world, knowing how much they hate Muggles.

"Severus, don't worry about Mulciber and the others. My family is not vegetarian."

Regulus gave Severus a big hug, rubbed his chin on his shoulder and quickly let go.

[Hiss... I almost squeezed the snake to death... Severus, stop nagging, go home quickly, I want to eat roast duck! 】

Severus was a little dazed from being hugged. When he heard the Basilisk's voice, his calm face almost broke. He could only tighten his lips to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I understand. Thank you for your comfort, Regulus." Severus thanked him, patted the basilisk's body gently and took out the potion from his left pocket. "Here's a gift." You, if you feel in a bad mood, you can drink a little."

The potion was golden in color and contained in a thumb-sized bottle.

Regulus recognized it. It was a bottle of high-quality elixir of good fortune. This recognition made a warm current flow through his heart, and he took the bottle of potion with great care.

"Thank you, I like it very much." He said seriously, clenching the bottle in his hand.

Everyone in the family was happy that he was valued by Voldemort, and no one cared about the panic in his heart. Even the bone-gnawing pain marked by the Dark Mark was considered an honor. Afterwards, he thought, it would have been better then. Still dead.

Severus looked at Regulus's young and handsome face, thinking of the tragic fate of the Death Eaters in the book, feeling conflicted and entangled.

"I have a house in the city center, Regulus, you can write to me," Severus heard himself saying to Regulus, "Maybe I will reply when I am not busy."

Regulus laughed when he heard this, showing his cute tiger teeth, "Okay, Severus."

Severus put away his regret when he saw this. The person in front of him was still a teenager.

The conversation between the two lasted only five minutes, and Kreacher looked on very anxiously. The owner of the house said he would take the young master home when he got off the train, but the young master said he wanted to chat with friends, so he cast a spell on the side. Waiting.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they became quiet after the topic was finished.

"Well, goodbye, Regulus." Severus spoke first, waved and left carrying the box.

Regulus watched Severus's leaving back in trance. If Kreacher hadn't pulled him away, he didn't know how long he would have stayed there.

In the basement of Voldemort's manor, Nagini stretched out her five-meter-long snake body while spitting out words. The house elf on the side was carefully brushing its scales with a small brush.

Voldemort was trying hard to suppress the sudden rage in his heart, tapping the table in the conference room with his wand and speaking in a cold tone.

"Can any of you tell me what this is?"

There was a cool two-seater sports car and a motorcycle in the conference room. These two things occupied a quarter of the conference room.

James Meade shook his legs and stood up. After half a year of hard work, he was barely able to enter the conference room to listen. If he hadn't had the idea for the sports car and motorcycle, he would never have stood up.

"Your Excellency, please listen to me..." Meade stammered, with cold sweat on his forehead, "This is a sports car created through the combination of magic and technology. It does not consume fuel, and it can travel on land, fly, and... A magical creation that can expand space, become invisible and have other functions."

"If such a car is sold to Muggles, the profit will definitely exceed that of simply selling other magic items. We can also make magic furniture and electrical appliances, which will definitely be very popular..." He kept talking, and these things spread After leaving, a new round of reforms will inevitably take place.

Before Voldemort could speak, the Norton family's head frowned in disgust.

"Mr. Meade must know that the Ministry of Magic has issued a decree prohibiting wizards from modifying Muggle creations. Besides...our flying carpet is much more convenient than a car..." He paused, looked at Voldemort and said flatteringly, "Your Excellency wants to lead us. The Muggle world and the wizarding world are not occupied by noble wizards to work for lowly Muggles..."

"The Norton family can't say that. The parts of these two cars, inside and out, are all produced by people in the wizarding world (Voldemort had people buy an industrial chain in the Muggle world and arranged for half-blood wizards to study there). This is not considered transformation. Muggle creations..." Meade grasped the key point and retorted, "Besides, there is a shortage of oil supply now. As long as we grasp their psychology, it is easy to control the machinery industry in the Muggle world!"

Norton frowned even more tightly, the kind that could kill a fly.

"That doesn't change the fact that wizards work for Muggles. We are not fragile creatures like Muggles." Norton said firmly.

Meade was unhappy. If he hadn't been unprepared and had a gun, these wizards might not be able to do anything to him. 'Fragile' Muggles are not fragile at all.

"Walburga, tell me what you think." Voldemort asked with interest without looking at them, looking at the female head of the Black family.

Walburga felt calm in her heart. She couldn't be calm. She had been angry several times when Muggle Meade joined their team of Death Eaters. In the end, she was suppressed by Voldemort. Moreover, her achievements after Mead joined were as good as The profits made her unable to get angry, let alone the Malfoy family who should be even more angry.

"My lord, I think Mr. Norton is right. We are noble pure-blood wizards, and magic is restricted by the Ministry of Magic and cannot be discovered by Muggles." Walburga squeezed her husband's hand to express reassurance, and stood up respectfully. The answer was, "But Mr. Meade is right. If we can occupy a place in the Muggle world, we can better control Muggles in the future."

Voldemort nodded, quite satisfied with this answer.

"Then - cut out the bones!"

The green light passed in front of everyone's eyes and hit the body of the Norton family. In an instant, the conference room was quiet, except for the moans of the Norton family who tried hard to suppress it.

"I don't like others to make decisions for me." Voldemort's voice was calm and he glanced at the people below.

Lucius stood up from his seat first and bowed respectfully to Voldemort.

"Yes, my lord, your words are my guiding light."

The remaining people took a step slower, cursing Malfoy's flattery in their hearts, and hurriedly expressed their loyalty to Voldemort.

"Lord, your gaze is the future I follow."

"Your Majesty, we will follow you to the death."

Bella spoke enthusiastically, looking at Voldemort who was sitting high on the stage infatuatedly, as if she could immediately execute the order to kill Dumbledore the next moment she received it.

Bella joined the Death Eaters right after graduating from Hogwarts. In the past few years, she relied on her powerful magic and ruthless methods, plus the support of the Black family and the Lanstrange family to become a Death Eater. The backbone was the last younger generation that Voldemort valued, besides Lucius and Regulus.

"Remember your words, I hope to see the new regulations of the Ministry of Magic within three months." Voldemort glanced at the Norton family who gritted his teeth and stood up, feeling increasingly irritated, and waved his hand to let him be taken away.

The wizards in the conference room bowed and saluted again, and all said they would complete the task as soon as possible to show their loyalty.

Voldemort saw that it was almost done. Looking at the motorcycles and sports cars on the side, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Meade and Orion stay."

The rest of the people saw this and left the meeting room with a wink.

Walburga glanced at her husband Orion worriedly, fearing that Voldemort would kill him if he said something wrong. She could only pray that they would not talk about Sirius.

Cool sports cars and motorcycles flew around the manor for a long time that day, and the busy house elves could vaguely hear the screams of humans.

When Nagini came out smelling good, she saw Mead holding on to the wall and vomiting in the dark. After hearing that she could go to heaven, she asked Voldemort to order Mead to take her to heaven. After dark, the bustling manor became quiet.

On the other hand, Oren returned home early and waited patiently for his wife to confirm that she was not injured before patting her comfortingly on the back.

"It's okay, Wall, that gentleman just asked about Regulus' situation," Orion said warmly, his fingers gently brushing the black spots under his wife's eyes, "I'm afraid Regulus will go to Sir again this summer. We should be happy..."

Walburga felt itching with hatred when she thought of another unfilial son. Alphard's warning to Andromeda didn't work, but now the unfaithful son still has Andromeda's help, plus the life of the Potter family, life is going smoothly. Quite carefree.

"Is Signus still treating Andromeda the same way?" Walburga asked her husband about his cousin, "And Callidora, who is married to Longbottom, is she...I said Don't trust Gryffindor people..." She said with a bit of hatred.

The Black family has a big business. Whether it is the dowry for their daughters or the property for their sons, it is the largest among all families. Let those friends not betray the family for love and irrelevant people, even if they can still enjoy the inheritance left by their ancestors. Property, but if you want to embezzle it from Patience Officer, it is impossible.

Orion looked at the family tapestry full of black holes on the wall, and sighed helplessly. Sometimes brothers and sisters are not a help, but a hindrance.

"Wal, why don't we stop the family's supply to them? Why should we give them the money we have earned so hard..." Oren repeated the topic he had said countless times in a serious tone. , and I felt unhappy when I thought about the clan members who were nominally 'removed' but were actually living a carefree life.

Tinder, Tinder, if it weren't for the blood of the Black family, he really wouldn't want to raise those freeloaders.

Oh, and now there's Sirius.

But when I think about the eldest son who was deprived of his surname and still doesn't repent, and runs away to live in the Potter family; and when I think about the hard-working little son, my head suddenly feels as big as a bucket.

Walburga touched his frown, but he was worried about another thing.

She had read Mead's statistics on the Muggle population and the number of wizards in the magical world. If Voldemort really unified the two worlds, wizards would become a minority. She had to take advantage of this moment to let her family and tribe occupy an important position. .