Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Regulus had adapted well to Voldemort's manor, and living here was no different from living in Black Manor, although of course he was more comfortable now.

He was holding the Potion Encyclopedia in his hand, with colorful pictures on it, and even the internal organs, saliva and feces of various animals, which made the corner of his mouth twitch.

He quickly turned to the beauty potion, hairdressing, beauty and slimming... he was dazzled by all kinds of beauty potions.

Compared with the skin care products of ordinary people, the beauty potions made by wizards are more effective and magical.

Regulus has long wanted to continue building his own business. Of course, for him, he must be more familiar with beauty. You must know that it is 1970, the Second World War has ended, and all countries are focusing on development of production.

This is a good opportunity, and the number of wizards is too small. According to his father, there are only a little over 3000 wizards in England.Compared with the huge population in the world, the consumption power is really not enough.

However, if you want to do business with ordinary people, the strict and rigid Black family will never agree.

Thinking of the stubborn Black couple, the corners of Regulus' mouth twisted. What awaited him was not just a shouting letter, he would probably be expelled from the Black family directly.

And now that he is only nine years old, he doesn't know how to boil potions if he has no contacts, no ability, so what should he do?

Do you want to discuss it with the Dark Lord? It is said that he graduated from Hogwarts with excellent grades, and brewing potions should be a piece of cake.After all, with such a huge cake in front of you, it's really not reconciled if you can't eat it.

It seems that the Dark Lord is busy fighting with Dumbledore recently. I don't know if he won?

The divergent thinking couldn't help running to Voldemort. The Dark Lord led dozens of Death Eaters to fight for the domination of the wizarding world with only 3000 people. What a tragedy.

When he equated the number of wizards in the entire UK with the number of a village in China, Regulus silently lit a candle for the Dark Lord.

"Boy, making potions is not an easy task. If you are interested, I can sacrifice a little time to guide you." I don't know when Voldemort will come back, but I saw Regulus hugging his small body A thick potion encyclopedia, with a small face full of grief and indignation, as if he had received a huge blow.

"Mr. Voldemort, what I need is a potions master, which is related to my future career development." Regulus sat up straight and said slowly.

"Career? You?" Voldemort laughed, his voice high-pitched but without the ruthlessness.Such a little Douding told himself with a serious expression that he wanted to do something.

"It's an honor to please you, Mr. Voldemort, but a man needs to have his own career." The corner of Regulus' mouth twitched. What's wrong with the nine-year-old?Well, when his beauty products sweep the world, he will use money to bury this product.

However, all Voldemort thinks about all day is to dominate the wizarding world, so where does his money come from?All supported by noble wizards?

The Dark Lord, who was supported by the nobles... Regulus, who made up his mind here, was in a bad mood.

"Okay, boy, I don't mind if you ask me for help." Voldemort thought it was just the boy's whimsical behavior, and expressed that he could help, of course, strangling Dumbledore to death after.

Regulus naturally saw Voldemort's disapproval, so he just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. What he needed now was to find a potion master who could cooperate.

Forget about this one in front of him, it seems that he has to find a way to find out who in the wizarding world can make beauty potions.Moreover, it is still a question of whether the potion master in the wizarding world is willing to cooperate with this little bean.

"There are some worthless gadgets in the innermost room on the third floor of the castle. If you are bored, you can pass the time." Voldemort didn't know what the boy's toy was, and remembered the things given by the Death Eaters. He put all the gifts into the warehouse, and those were expensive and not dangerous.

Since Voldemort was so generous, Regulus was not polite. When he opened the door, he once again refreshed the status of the Dark Lord in the hearts of the Death Eaters.

The room was the size of two basketball courts, but boxes of items were piled up to the ceiling.

He casually picked up a box with a bowknot, and opened it with his hands. It was a small lamp, a lamp stand made of mithril, with bright green vines wrapped around the lamp post, and small flowers made of precious stones on the vines. The short wick in the middle of the lamp is simple and gorgeous.

Turn it over and see three words under the lamp holder: wishing lamp.

There is also a lamp oil in a crystal bottle in the box, which seems to be a matching item.

Out of curiosity, Regulus took down the wishing lamp, added oil, and lit the wick.

The light is flickering, what should we do next?

"Wishing lamp, wishing lamp, give me a master of potions." Regulus folded his hands together and made a wish on the wick.

The light flickered for a moment, and Regulus watched nervously, but there was no reaction at all.

"Oh, it really is something to coax children." Regulus, not too disappointed, grabbed the big red apple on the table and took a bite.

If it was so useful, Voldemort would simply ignite the wish to rule the wizarding world.

"Where can I find the Potion Master?" He muttered to himself while gnawing on an apple, but Regulus didn't notice that the small light suddenly went up and enveloped him.

Such a dazzling white light made Regulus close his eyes involuntarily, maintaining the motion of biting the apple with his mouth wide, and disappeared.

Although surrounded by white light, he didn't feel any discomfort. He opened his eyes only after the stimulating white light disappeared.

What came into view was a dilapidated living room, the original limewashed walls could not see the color clearly, a dilapidated sofa, a painted armchair, and a rickety table were placed together in the dim light. The light comes from candle lamps hanging from the ceiling.

Poverty and dilapidation are the first impressions of the house.

Sensing the aura of a living being, Regulus turned his head suddenly, and saw a woman with a tired expression, her thin body was wearing a worn and wide skirt with oil stains on it, her messy hair was tied in a mess. Up, obviously she's overwhelmed by life.

Before Regulus could speak, the woman looked at him and said to him unceremoniously: "You are a wizard! Get out of my house, wizards are not welcome here!"

There is only one possibility to see through his identity as a little wizard at a glance. This down-and-out woman is also a wizard.

"You are a wizard too, ma'am." Regulus blinked and said calmly.

He suddenly remembered what he said to the wishing lamp just now, where to find the Potion Master, is there the Potion Master he needs here?

Looking at this woman with scrutiny, Regulus frowned. She was no different from an ordinary poor woman, but her hands still showed flaws, showing signs of being corroded by the potion.

Hearing what Regulus said, her face suddenly changed drastically, and she was about to refute with a trembling mouth.There was a knock on the door, and a drunken man walked in staggeringly.

"Tobia..." The woman hurried over to support him, with a bit of concern on her face.

"Go away, you devil, don't touch me!" The man pushed her away and began to punch and kick her, cursing loudly.

The strange thing was that she was obviously a wizard, but she endured the man's merciless beating, and she only curled up to protect her head.

Seeing that Regulus was speechless, judging from this situation, it was not a day or two since this witch was domestically abused by her husband. Moreover, she didn't even resist, as long as a spell could make this man know how serious it was.

A typical one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

Until a name floated into Regulus' ears, "Irene Prince"! !

Prince is from a potion family, so this woman is Irene Prince who married an ordinary person?

Regulus frowned, could she be the potion master he was looking for?

He picked up the apple in his hand and smashed it, and hit Tobia's forehead with a "bang", and saw his head tilted back, and the whole person fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and groaning in pain.

"Ah, Tobia!! What did you do!!" Irene ignored the pain in her body and got up to help her husband.

This action made Regulus a little helpless, there was no way to stop a man from being mean, but this woman was quite useful to him at this stage.

Seeing Irene's love for this man, Regulus quickly began to calculate her use value.

"How dare you hit me!" Tobias wiped away the crumbs of the apple on his forehead, kicked Irene away, and angrily waved his fist at Regulus.

Not paying attention to him at all, Regulus calmly avoided the fist, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked Tobias softly on the stomach.

With a muffled "bang", Tobia spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground with his stomach in his arms.Without giving him a chance to react, he kicked that rather handsome face, and a big man was kicked to the ground just like that.

He walked over gracefully, and Regulus stepped on his throat wearing small black leather shoes, crushing him hard, his painful body twitched, and his hands tried to break Regulus's feet apart. , Exhausting all the strength of the whole body, that small foot just remained motionless.

"Let him go!!" Irene suddenly took out a wand and pointed it at Regulus, looking at Tobia in pain. She wanted to save her husband.

"Irene Prince? Forgot to introduce yourself, Regulus Black, if you can bear the consequences of killing me, go ahead." There was an innocent and lovely smile on the fleshy pink cheeks. Smiling, but Regulus' foot didn't stop at all. After lifting it up, he stepped on Tobia's wrist again, only to hear a click.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Tobia wailed in pain, holding his twisted left hand in his right hand and pushing his legs behind Irene.

Irene's hand holding the wand trembled. She didn't dare to bet on the ancient pure-blood family. She gritted her teeth and said palely: "What do you want to do?"

"I need a potion master to make beauty potions for me." Regulus sat on the sofa, crossed his fingers, and his childish face carried a cold and ruthless aura under the dim light, but his movements were full of emotion. Inherent nobility and elegance.

"Of course, the price is this man's dog's life." He raised his chin slightly, and his cold eyes fell on Tobia who was still trembling.

"Promise him!! Promise him quickly!! Irene!!" His back felt chilled by that gaze, this man who could only beat his wife grabbed Irene's skirt and screamed, his twisted wrist hurt even his heart He was numb, he didn't want to die, not at all.

"I promise you, as long as you don't hurt Tobias..." Irene's hand holding the wand tightly fell down.