[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The morning sun shone softly on the boy's sleeping face, and his white and smooth skin was like white porcelain made in China, as if shining through it.He slightly fluttered his slender eyelashes and reluctantly opened his eyes, lazily in his pajamas and opened the wooden door of the bathroom engraved with the cumbersome Black family crest.

"Oh! Good morning, my respected little master, you are still so elegant and charming today, your deep black eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky, your jet-black broken hair exudes a luster that is more moist than black pearls, your ruddy lips..."

"Oh~ Merlin." Igil slapped his palm on the chattering mirror and complained, "You nagging mirror, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Oh! My most respected little master, how white and tender your slender fingers are! Today is another day full of vitality." The mirror ended the conversation before Igil used violence, and was as quiet as a numb An ordinary retro mirror in the melon world, because of the only advantage of being interesting, it has spent one summer after another in Black's house safely.

"Baby Igil, have you woken up yet?" The aria that his father plucked like strings came from downstairs, and the boy hurriedly changed his clothes while replying, "Here we come, Dad."

Igil walked into the dining room to find Uncle Tom there, so it was no surprise that Billy the house-elf wasn't waiting at the bedroom door today, he must have been ordered to hide out of the way of Muggles.In fact, as one of the few descendants of the noble Black family with pure blood, it is already rude to live in the world of Muggles, and it has to start from his birth to allow a Muggle to visit frequently.

Although my father would flash his words every time he asked about this matter, the clever Igil has already organized a complete incident in his mind: there was once a woman who played with his father's feelings, and after his father left the family for her, he disliked him and lost his lofty ideals. Abandoned his father because of his status, and left after giving birth to him. The poor father was afraid that he would be ashamed to go back, and then tragedy happened. This man named Tom, who is said to be rich in the Muggle world, came to his door and said that he was the child. So the two handsome men who were fooled by the flirtatious woman at the same time became friends and wounded each other together, but they often had disputes over who was the father of the child.

"That woman must be very charming." Igil thought to himself, because his father had always had good taste, and Uncle Tom's handsomeness was rare in the world regardless of the theory of blood.

"Good morning, Uncle Tom." Igil said as he sat down and picked up the tableware to prepare an exquisite breakfast.

"Good morning, Baby Igil."

Tom, who has long black hair, smiled and said that he looks very happy today. His distinctive red eyes are like two rubies full of magical temptation. If a girl is stared at by such evil eyes, she will probably scream and faint Let's go, this feeling Igil has always envied.Igil's eyes will turn red when his mood fluctuates greatly, but it's not a ruby ​​but a little white rabbit, so he closes his eyes every time.It's not that he didn't doubt his own life experience, but Regulus Black always mentioned Tom's Muggle status, and then asked the young Igil to wave a toy wand to practice spells with him.

If, if Uncle Tom is not a Muggle, then Dad doesn't even have the only persuasive power?When Igil was young, he was always thinking wildly, especially Uncle Tom always wanted him to call himself father, even if he was shot by his father's knife-like eyes.

But unfortunately, until his 11th birthday today, he didn't see Uncle Tom use a wand or cast a spell.

"Igil." The black-haired, dark-gray-eyed Regulus Black put down the tableware after breakfast, but waited until Igil finished drinking the last sip of milk and wiped his mouth before speaking. He followed, no... he himself was A model of aristocratic words and deeds.

"Time flies, my dear child. In a blink of an eye, you are already 11 years old. I think you will be very busy today, of course, before these things will happen." The corner of his mouth raised high: "Go unwrap the present first Bar."

"Oh, Dad, I love you!" Igil jumped on Regulus Black and kissed him hard on the face.

"I also have a gift for you, Baby Igil." Tom said not to be outdone, "I piled it up with what your father gave you and put it in your toy room before you got up. You should kiss me too."

"Thank you, Uncle Tom!" Igil also ran to kiss him on the cheek, with the faint scent of milk.

so cute!Tom couldn't help inserting his hands into Igil's soft short hair.

Well, it feels really good, it's very similar to Regulus.

Regulus' gaze swept over again, but soon softened.He rescued Igil, whose face was wrinkled like a bun, and sent him to unwrap the presents.

"What were you thinking just now? Igil doesn't like people touching his head." Regulus said, "Are you thinking about sorting? He might not go to Hogwarts, that's not the only school. "

"I'm thinking about your hair, and it feels so good." The man started to stroke Regulus's hair with a rhythm, and then picked up a strand and played with it in his hand: "Slytherin, There is no doubt about this."

Domineering tone.

"You..." Regulus pulled back his hair and said angrily, "Don't be an example."

Even so, the plucking aria is still pleasing to the eye: "Your company doesn't seem to have any business, so you have time to come and enjoy it early in the morning when others are eating breakfast, but unfortunately, I am going to prepare for lunch at noon today. The ingredients are only enough for 2 people.”

"Are you driving me away, baby?" Tom aggrieved, fingers still dishonestly trying to tease the long hair that rose and fell as Regulus spoke.

"You! Get out now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Snapped……

The door is closed.

"Regulus, don't be so heartless..." Someone wailed outside the door.