Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

"Hogwarts is amazing. I met three like-minded friends and brothers on the train to start school. Especially in the castle, there are many interesting secret passages. We explored everywhere, haha, Filch never caught us Sirius' temper came and went quickly, and now that Mr. and Mrs. Black didn't plan to take care of his affairs, he felt much more at ease. Taking advantage of the Christmas holiday, he showed off this interesting wizarding school to his brother.

"Adventure? Brother, you are so daring." Regulus looked at the 11-year-old boy in front of him with a happy smile on his face. Unlike most pure-blood nobles, Sirius was more like Gryffindor , Passionate, bold and bold, and loyal and tolerant.

It's a pity that these good qualities of his are only dedicated to people he admits, such as his friend James Potter, and his rigid and strict family members are not in his consideration.

Of course, for an 11-year-old boy, it is too harsh to ask him to understand the struggle between pure-blood nobles and commoner wizards.

"It's nothing." Seeing his younger brother's encouraging eyes, Sirius immediately felt complacent. "There are many Muggle-born wizards in Gryffindor, which are much more interesting than those Slytherins who put on a serious face."

"I don't deny the cleverness and hard work of Muggle wizards. No matter who they are, there are always good guys and bad guys." Regulus shrugged. Gryffindor also has noble little wizards, such as James Potter. His birth is an out-and-out pure blood.

"Shut up, Sirius!!" A shrill voice suddenly came from the door, interrupting the chat between the two. It was Mrs. Black, who walked in with her skirt up, with an ugly expression on her face: "Don't talk about it in front of your brother. Those lowly, disgusting Mudbloods!!"

"They are no different from nobles, Mom, so what about nobles? Your so-called mudbloods are more popular with professors than Slytherin students!" Sirius blushed with anger, arguing with Mrs. Black.

You can't expect how obedient a boy is at this age.

"Mom, has the banquet started yet?" Regulus abruptly interrupted the dispute between the two.

Thinking of her purpose for coming upstairs, Mrs. Black took a deep breath, stabilized the emotions that were about to lose control, and then took Regulus' hand, her voice calmed down: "Lord doesn't like people talking about Muggles, remember, Don't say this in front of him."

"I see, Mom, please don't worry." Regulus obediently agreed, and said silently that he would not talk about Muggles, and would only do business with Muggles.

Until now, he still wonders where these wizards have such a sense of superiority, especially when facing ordinary people.

Even if there were no spears and cannons, in the Middle Ages, wizards were defeated by ordinary people with cold weapons. Huddled in such a small place, it was like watching the sky from a well.

"Mom, it's not fair." Sirius looked at Mrs. Black indignantly. Obviously Rael also talked about Muggles, but he was the only one who was scolded.

Regulus gave him a sympathetic look, boy, it was because he was backed by Voldemort, how dare the Blacks offend their master.

"Shut up Sirius, as long as you are half as obedient as Rael, I will never say a word about you, and don't forget that you went to Gryffindor without permission, it's not over yet." Mrs. Black slapped Glancing at Sirius, he dragged Regulus down the stairs angrily.

Generally speaking, the gatherings of pure-blood nobles usually invite Death Eaters. When Voldemort came to the Black Manor, the first thing he did was to keep Regulus by his side.

Those Death Eaters in uniforms were all dumbfounded watching Voldemort's possessive movements, they must be dazzled.At the same time, he was full of envy, jealousy and hatred towards the Black couple, for raising such a good son to win the favor of the Dark Lord.

"Regulus Black, the boy I admire and love, I hope he will get the attention and respect he deserves." Voldemort hugged Regulus, resting him on his right elbow, his voice was as magnetic and indifferent.

These words were an order, and they also showed his attitude to all the Death Eaters. Regulus was the one he was guarding by the Dark Lord.

Putting his hands around Voldemort's neck, he couldn't help but twitched his eyes, forgetting about the appreciation, what does petting mean? ?

Made him look like Voldemort's child bride...

In addition to respect, the eyes of those Death Eaters were indeed more ambiguous, and they kept looking at Regulus' small body.

"Abraxas, master's taste seems to have changed recently." A little nobleman approached the head of the Malfoy family, hoping to get some news.

"The Lord's order cannot be questioned, all we need is to obey it." Abraxas stared at Regulus in Voldemort's arms. To be honest, he was interested in the little boy.

Since Regulus Black lived in Voldemort's manor, he found that Voldemort, who had gradually lost his mind and turned brutal and crazy, seemed to wake up again, returning to the clever, cunning, ruthless Tom Reard who he was familiar with.

For such a result, he is happy to see it.

For Voldemort, the banquet was just a formality and took his little boy away.After casually dealing with a few confidantes, he swaggered out of Black Manor with Regulus in his arms.

"My little boy, have you forgotten something?" Voldemort snorted through his nose, suppressing the anticipation in his heart, and looked at Regulus intently with those red eyes.

Blinking his eyes, almost instantly, he knew what Voldemort was thinking, and he pulled out a small bag from his pocket, which was enchanted with space, so there was a lot of space to put things.

He took out a document and handed it to Voldemort, with a smile on his face: "This is the shop I am going to open, and half of the money I make will be shared with you."

After thinking about it, he added: "It hasn't opened yet, but it will definitely make money, eh."

It is well known that Voldemort hates and hates Muggles. For this reason, he even took the risk of purifying his own blood and expelling the blood belonging to his father Reard from his body.

"Doing business with Muggles." Voldemort scanned the documents at a glance, his voice was calm, but it was not difficult to hear the disgust and anger in it: "That group of despicable, dirty and lowly Muggles?"

Sure enough, it was not an illusion that this person hated Muggles, but why?Regulus didn't have time to think about it now, the most urgent thing was to convince the Dark Lord that it would be easier for him to do business with him as his backing.

He leaned over and sat on Voldemort's lap actively, with his arms around his neck, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, and his voice was tender and soft as a child: "Viddy, don't you think this is a Good idea?"

The soft little body just stuck to him, as if it would be snapped off with a slight force, Voldemort's anger seemed to have encountered a cover, and he was suffocated, his voice was full of impatience: "Bad idea!! !"

"Okay, okay, Vidi, listen to me." Regulus knew in his heart that these pure-blood nobles looked down on ordinary people very much. To them, ordinary people are like ants, who can do whatever they want. It's a pity that there are too many ants and they kill the elephant.

"I know you hate Muggles, but don't you think it's more useful to raise lambs and shave them instead of killing them all?" Regulus changed the metaphor and laughed: "Since Muggles So much, so earning pounds from them is also a very good idea, and 500 million British people, even if they only earn one pound from one person, it is 500 million pounds, which is approximately equal to Eleven million Galleons."

When Regulus said the front, Voldemort didn't feel it yet, but after the series of numbers spit out from his pink lips, he was dizzy from the stimulation, and his hands involuntarily hugged his soft waist.

"Are you talking again? How many British people are there? Where did you get the news?" There are only more than 3000 wizards in the UK, and there are more than 5000 million Muggles in the UK! ! ! !

Voldemort felt that the whole person was not well.

"More than 500 million, that Tobia told me." Regulus looked innocently at Voldemort's irritated look, and kindly didn't tell him that there are 8 million people in another country at this time. There are more than [-] million people, as long as one person spit, they can definitely flood the wizarding world.

"Rael, I think I need to be quiet." Voldemort held his forehead, he didn't know whether to believe Regulus' words, so he lowered his head and placed a light kiss on his fair cheek: "Merry Christmas, baby!" .”

"Merry Christmas, Viddy." Regulus looked at Voldemort's troubled look with a smile, leaned over and kissed him back.

He had to check carefully whether the little boy was telling the truth. If so, then he had to make a new plan.Voldemort began to gather his men without delay.

Regulus watched as Voldemort left. The poor Dark Lord seemed to have been greatly stimulated today.

As for him, he can go to bed for a good night's sleep after taking a nice hot bath and a full body massage.

After the Christmas break, Sirius, who was not at all comfortable, went back to school, while Regulus was busy with his beauty potions.

Using the Portkey to come to Irene's new home, she has brewed potions including hairdressing and slimming according to Regulus' request.

"This is radiance?" Shaking the glass bottle in his hand, the liquid in it glowed with an extremely soft white light, flickering.

"Yes, as long as you spray it on your face, you can restore your skin to its best condition." Irene nodded.

"How long can it last?" The cost of such words is too high, even if the ingredients for making potions are cheap.

"At least three months."

"Then trouble you to dilute it, for example, how much can be put into two pounds of water to keep the effect of the medicine for a day, and the water should be distilled water." Regulus ordered with a smile.

Erin froze.