[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

As a self-aware person, Regulus always bears in mind his identity as a "prodigal son" and the bad impression of a "Death Eater". He has been trying his best to reduce his sense of existence in the Ministry of Magic——At nine o'clock in the morning, Leave at five o'clock in the afternoon, never a minute and a half late, lest others think that he is deliberately lazy and looking for opportunities to spy on information.

But on this day, he has been busy fumbling around, dragging it until 05:30.After everyone around him had left in a hurry, Regulus cleared his throat and walked up to Sirius: "I..."

"Mr. Black," Sirius, who was packing up his things and preparing to leave, didn't look sideways. "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it during working hours."

Are you sick?Regulus was choked for a long time and couldn't speak a word. He resisted the urge to curse or turn around and leave: "I want to tell you about Hyacinth, whether you want to listen or not."

"Listen." Sirius' eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his words, "Speak quickly."

The IQ of people who fall in love will indeed decrease.

"Fickle." Regulus muttered, and took out John White's death certificate from his pocket, "Do you know about this?"

"John... I know he had an accident at work—" Sirius' words got stuck in his throat when he read the following lines, "Where did you find it?"

"The house I live in now happens to be the one the Whites used to live in. I guess Hyacinth should have sold the house to the Ministry of Magic?" Regulus handed over the naming guide To him, "I found them in a locked drawer in the study, I don't know if the mother and daughter forgot to take them when they moved. Anyway... look at you, you don't know that her father is checking us You died while you were in the vault, right?"

"She never mentioned it." Sirius suddenly felt a little subtle, so what was Hyacinth's mood when she met him?Although John's death was not the fault of the Black family at all, as a family member of the victim, she or her mother could easily blame the owner of the vault.

"I guess she might not know, after all, she was only a few months old when her father passed away." Regulus squinted at his brother, "Although our relationship has long since been friendly, but my nephew For the sake of my niece, I decided to help you. I have entrusted you with these two things, and it depends on your ability to deal with them."

"I think this naming guide is a bit useful, but this..." Sirius held up Mr. White's death certificate, "Should I tell her, 'Hyase, your father's death is barely ours? Family's responsibility'?"

"You have made your own decision to leave the Blacks, so please don't say it is 'our family''s fault. By the way, I hope you will be kind enough to give me 12 Grimmauld Place, as you don't like it there and I I have no place to live." Regulus said sarcastically, "Your IQ has dropped so badly, can't you see what this death certificate can be used for?"

Sirius decided to ignore his sarcasm: "I really can't see it."

"Let's assume that Hyacinth doesn't know about this, and if she does, you can pretend she doesn't. First, your name is 'Blake' and her name is 'White'; Something to do with the Blakes; finally, the poem on the naming guide has two lines 'I neither live nor die, know nothing, look into the center of light, and there is silence' - as far as I'm guessing these two lines The words should be written by her mother - we all know that Black is the dark and generally has something to do with things like death, and White, is usually understood as the light side. Also, one of you is from Slytherin Gryffindor, one is Slytherin from Gryffindor." Regulus sighed heavily, "With so many coincidences, you can say that you are destined to be together somehow. Or you have the audacity to say that her daddy died at the hands of the fire dragon guarding the Black family vault, so as compensation, the Black family decided to give her their eldest son - well, if you decide to use this as a reason, you have to make it up Lines. All in all, it seems to me that you can do a lot with this, it just depends on how smooth you are."

Regulus was only two years younger than him, but Sirius always felt that there was an insurmountable gulf between them: "How did you come up with such a clueless plot?"

"No matter how weak you are, it's better than someone's Polyjuice Potion. Don't ask me how I know, I heard you complaining about yourself in front of Burns two days ago."

"If there is a chance, I should ask you to meet with Wei Sen. You two will definitely have a good talk."

"I also hope to see my nephew as soon as possible. I'm glad he didn't inherit your brain circuit, otherwise this child would probably be useless."

"My IQ is the same as my school name, which was recognized at Hogwarts back then."

"It's a pity that your IQ is inversely proportional to your age. You used to be both talented and beautiful, but now you are so vain."

"Whatever you say, you're just jealous."

"What am I jealous of? Jealous that you can't get back your child's mother?" Regulus said loudly, "Leave the same thing to me, and it can be done in one day, and you can register the next day. How long have you been procrastinating? More than half a year ?”

"Why are you so kind all of a sudden?" Sirius asked back before he died of anger, "Are you trying to get something from me?"

"I don't appreciate the benefits you can give." Regulus sneered, "I just pity you, can't I?"

Sirius looked at him suspiciously.

"Although I have gone astray, I am not an extreme example like Bellatrix. You think too much of me, Sirius." Regulus shrugged, "The only girl I ever liked I went to die, honestly, and since then I've been less inclined to see life and death, going their separate ways and things like that."

"The matter of Burst..."

"Don't say you're sorry or something, I've heard enough."

"No, I want to say that being loved so deeply is actually your greatest luck." Sirius immediately forgot the quarrel just now, and for the first time he felt a bit of sympathy for this younger brother.

"You said that yourself?"

"It was what Dumbledore told me before, and I think it applies to you as well." Sirius patted him on the shoulder, "So you have to live well, so that you can be worthy of Burst."

"Thank you for your kind words." Regulus couldn't remember when Sirius last acted like a brother with him, "If you can get along well with Hyacinth, I think Ollie Via will be happy too."

Aurora finished her presentation, and the students reacted flatly.

"They still don't quite understand what equal rights for Squibs means." Professor Bubaji explained to her helplessly, "Similarly, Muggle Studies is also the most unpopular class at Hogwarts."

"It doesn't matter, as long as one student listens carefully, our efforts will not be in vain." Aurora made another request, "Can you show me other places in Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Professor Bubaji readily agreed, and the two wandered aimlessly in the castle, and Bubaji introduced to her the purpose of each room along the way.But compared to these, Aurora is more interested in moving stairs and paintings:

"Does this castle have its own magic?"

"In theory, yes." Bubbaji explained enthusiastically, "but Hogwarts magic is so complicated that I dare say that even Professor Dumbledore can't fully figure out its composition."

"It's amazing..." Aurora watched a ghost slowly drifting away, "Can you take me to the potion classroom?"

"Potions classroom—I'm afraid the students are in class at this point." Seeing her disappointed expression, Professor Bubaji proposed another plan, "Maybe I can go say hello to Professor Snape and let you have a look His office. However...Professor Snape generally dislikes outsiders entering his 'sphere of influence'."

"Area of ​​influence? What an interesting professor." Aurora said sarcastically, "I really want to see something related to Potions. As you know, this is a subject very similar to the Muggle world. .”

"Chemical?"

"exactly!"

At her request, Bubbaji tried to communicate with Snape who was in Potions class.After a few words, Aurora received a dumbfounding reply: "Professor Snape allows you to stand at the door and take a look, but you can't step over the door frame—Miss Smith, don't mind, Professor Snape is always With such a character, he didn't mean to target you."

"It's okay, I've heard about Professor Snape's style for a long time." Aurora smiled, "Then can I take a look?"

"This way."

Snape's office was not far from the Potions classroom. When Bubaji was not paying attention, Aurora quickly reached out and put a medical rubber glove on her left hand with the cover of the wide cuff.

"Here it is." Bubaji pushed open the door to make room for Aurora, "Those bottles and jars are filled with ingredients for potions, and that container is called a crucible, which is used to boil potions..."

"It's really interesting!" Aurora exaggeratedly praised, and at the same time crushed the three mercury thermometers prepared in advance.Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the poisonous substance inside fell to the ground, forming drops of silver-gray water.