HP: The New God from Hogwarts

There is a bright incandescent lamp overhead, and the entire small living room is brightly illuminated. The dining table is covered with a bright yellow tablecloth, and a snow-white porcelain vase is placed on the table with several blooming jasmine flowers inserted in it. It is particularly warm under the light.

There was red spicy oil soup floating in the bowl on the side, and there was still a faint smoke. Sirius must have just finished eating Haliton's turkey noodles and went to take a bath.

There was a photo hung in a hollow gold frame on the wall near the window. Against the background of the blue sea, Regulus saw his brother, who had been separated for more than ten years, wearing a yellow and pink floral shirt and a pink pair. Wearing sexy big pants and grinning like a dog at the camera.

The black-haired boy holding a surfboard next to Sirius was the boy he had just met in Dumbledore's office, Sirius's godson, the child who killed Voldemort.

The silver-haired girl standing between them had obvious anger on her face. She grabbed Sirius and Harry's ears with one hand, her beautiful face vivid and vivid.

Next to it is the refrigerator that Sirius brought back from the Muggle world. Like Arthur, he particularly likes Muggle technological products. There is a sticky note written by Harry on the refrigerator door.

"This week I will practice Avada Kedavra a hundred times, Cruciatus and Bones a hundred times, and shatter my body and bones a hundred times. Achieved."

What kind of Dark Lord development plan is this!

But it’s really beautiful. Unlike Blake’s House, everything here is bright, with light colors and sentimental decorations. You can see the love for life.

The sound of water suddenly stopped, and the bathroom door was suddenly opened from inside. Sirius wiped his hair with a towel and walked out of the smoky bathroom. A white bath towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, and the water drops rolling down his hair were smooth. The strong chest muscles passed through the eight-pack abdominal muscles that were as firm as a relief, and fell into the bath towel around the waist...

Momo Wu had just admired it for less than two seconds when a big hand blocked her sight, with an ugly bracelet tied to her wrist that she had knitted by herself.

"Oh, Luna, good evening, why are you here all of a sudden?" Sirius threw the towel aside and walked towards Taowu briskly. Newt and Regulus were not in his eyes at all.

He walked up to Taowu and was about to give her a hug when an unwashed shirt flew over and hit him directly, blocking his outstretched arm.

"You should put some clothes on." Newt held the wand in his hand and glanced at Sirius with disgust, "Don't you feel disgusted?"

Momo turned to look at him. These words sounded familiar, and the diary in her pocket ignited again.

"Okay, okay, I don't care about old people." Sirius put on the shirt hanging on his body, and he finally noticed Regulus who was silent on the side.

When he first came out, his eyes were covered with water mist. Regulus, who had black hair and black clothes, was standing with Momo Wu and Newt. He thought he was Harry, completely forgetting that Regulus was older than he was now. Harry was half a head taller.

He crossed his arms and looked at Regulus with squinted eyes, his eyes full of distrust and vigilance. He was not sure that the young man in front of him was his brother. After all, his unlucky brother should be in his thirties now. He shouldn't look so young.

"What did the old woman scold me for?"

"Prodigal son, evil son, the scum of the Black family." Regulus said these words with great difficulty and helplessness. For him who had been well-educated since childhood, these vulgar words came out of his mouth. It made him feel particularly uncomfortable to jump out.

"Oh, dear Rael!"

Sirius opened his arms and hugged Regulus forcefully, regardless of Regulus's expression of resistance.

Faced with his brother's enthusiasm, Regulus could only respond by patting his back gently.

Seeing the brothers reunited after more than ten years, Newt lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling lonelyly under the white light. Taowu noticed his depressed mood.

"Are you thinking about your brother again?"

Newt chuckled, and the light gave him a soft halo: "Yes, Theseus also liked this in the past."

"What exactly is going on? I found the last letter you left for me behind the portrait of the old woman. I couldn't save you, and I didn't have time to save James. It was too late by then. Fortunately..."

He put his two hands on Regulus's shoulders and glanced in the direction of Taowu as he spoke: "If you hadn't died, where had you been all these years?"

"At that time, I was rescued, but for various reasons I have been sleeping all these years, in the place where I tried to steal Voldemort's treasure."

"By the way, Sirius, the old Black mansion is too dirty and messy for anyone to live in. I plan to let Rael live here." Momo interrupted the reminiscing between the Black brothers. She pointed to the bedrooms on both sides. Hallway, "The room next to Harry's still vacant."

Sirius nodded. He directly took his brother by the back collar and walked to the door of the empty room. He turned the door handle and said to Regulus, "This room will be yours from now on."

A night light was hung on the wall above the bed, emitting a warm orange light. The floor was covered with a thick red cashmere carpet, and there was a huge lion logo in the center under the bed.

The large brown mahogany bed is covered with a soft duvet, sprinkled with dried rose petals.

These were arranged by Harry because sometimes Ron and Hermione would come to stay temporarily.

"The arrangements have been made, let's go back first." Taowu stuck his head out by the door and waved to them both, ""

"Well, good night, Luna, see you another day!"

Sirius walked toward her with open arms, wanting a farewell hug. As soon as he walked in front of Momo, he crossed his arms forward.

Just holding a ball of air.

Disapparate!

A strong male voice sounded in the sky above Diagon Alley, which came from the anger of the eldest son of Blake.

"Scamander! It's you again!"

After returning to the dormitory, the girls who went home for Christmas have returned, and unexpectedly they did not sleep.

"I heard that Malfoy Manor was attacked by Death Eaters, are you okay?" Hannah sat on the bed with her legs crossed, and asked with concern when she saw Taowu come back.

"It's okay, but I have good news."

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked impatiently.

"Umbridge and Peter are dead." Momo said and walked to the wardrobe next to Vivian's bed. She took off her coat and hung it in the closet. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the manuscript on her lap. , an eye-catching title suddenly appeared on the paper.

"Grindelwald and Voldemort, the story that two generations of Dark Lords have to tell."