[HP] Years Whisk

When Bella saw Voldemort again, the woman's meticulous intuition made her realize that there seemed to be something different about Voldemort.

The man's aura became more dangerous, but unexpectedly, his face seemed a little younger.

Sure enough, when Bella lowered her head and reported to him what they had done in that wizard town in Sheffield County, Voldemort's reaction was not thoughtful, but almost immediately praised their behavior of massacring the village. "You guys did a good job, very good. It far exceeded my expectations." Voldemort said with satisfaction, his expression a little grim: "A group of bastards like this who don't know what's good and what's wrong, death should be their destination. They should be good. Torturing them so that they dare not rebel again. Even the Avada Kedavra is a kindness to them."

Bella bowed her head and said 'yes'.

She felt Voldemort approaching her.She looked up and saw that he was holding an unpretentious looking golden chalice in his hand.That cup looks no different from the holy grail of ordinary churches, even with a simpler pattern.

"Here, Bella. This is the highest award I can give you - a proof of my trust." Voldemort handed the golden cup into Bella's hands. "Keep it well, just like treating me, treat it wholeheartedly. This is the most important task I entrust to you."

Bella looked up and saw Voldemort's focused red eyes looking at her, her shadow was reflected in those pupils, giving her the illusion that 'he only had eyes for her'.

She lowered her head again, took the golden chalice respectfully, held it in her arms, and replied seriously: "Yes, Lord. I will take good care of it, just like treating my life."

Even if that person becomes more brutal, what does that matter?

As long as he's still him, Bella thought.Others, probably this damn world forced him.

In June 1975, during the summer vacation at Hogwarts.

Regulus buttoned the last button of his shirt collar carefully and slowly, standing in front of the full-length mirror in his own room and looking at himself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror looked pale and sickly and gloomy, wearing a rigid but formal black suit trousers, and a white shirt, the collar of the shirt was buttoned up to the top, and he was looking at him expressionlessly.

Regulus scratched his hair in front of the mirror, then undid the two buttons of the collar of his shirt randomly, making a very casual look.

But even so, he is still not like his elder brother who has his own light, is as bright as a sun, and can easily infect others.

He sighed helplessly, buttoned his shirt neatly again, combed his hair very obediently and softly, then went to the hanger and picked up his black suit jacket.

He is going to see that man again today.

Regulus also didn't know what the man was going to do by asking his mother to take him to see him.But no matter what he wanted to do, he had to go there, for his mother who was a little delirious and could only swear and curse every day, and for his brother who betrayed the family and couldn't accept being with evil.He has no way out.

Regulus didn't hate his family one bit.Instead, he loves them very much, very, very much.

He loves his mother, even though she reminds him of the 'glory of pure blood' every day like a lunatic, even though she has lost the appearance of a mother and is full of vicious language.But Regulus still remembered what a gentle mother she had been, who would hold him in her arms and gently arrange his messy clothes for him.

He loves his elder brother, even though his elder brother no longer recognizes him as a younger brother.But his elder brother is such an excellent person, loving the light, full of enthusiasm and vitality, and is the object of Regulus' deep longing.

No matter who they are, they deserve the gentle treatment of this world.

I heard that Voldemort has become more and more bloody and brutal in recent months.

Before, there was still some leeway for pure-blood families who refused to submit, but now, if there is a family that chooses not to submit, he will lead his Death Eaters to bloodwash that family and force them to submit to him, otherwise, wait for that family, Only death.

Moreover, Regulus also heard that the way that person treats the Order of the Phoenix is ​​even more outrageous.There were already rumors in the wizarding world: about how Voldemort used a spell to torture and kill a wizard who was hostile to him in public.It is said that the tough wizard was tortured by him for four or five hours, and when he finally faced death, he was not deeply afraid, but sincerely grateful.And the group of Death Eaters didn't deny or prohibit the spread of this rumor, so Regulus knew in his heart that this rumor was probably true.

So what he attended this time was probably a Hongmen banquet.

But so what?Apart from his mother and brother, he had nothing left to lose.

Regulus obediently followed his mother to the meeting place of the Death Eaters.This time, there were many people present, not just him and his mother.Regulus estimated in his heart that there were probably more than 20 people who participated in this rally.

It's just that these people all wore hats and masks to hide their faces, so Regulus didn't know who these people who participated in the rally were.

Voldemort appeared.

He approvingly appraised the recent performance of several Death Eaters, and then punished some of his subordinates who he thought were not qualified with a curse.All of this, he did not intend to avoid Regulus at all.

After that, he turned his gaze to Regulus. "Look, isn't this Walburga's second son? What's your name?"

"Reculus. Regulus Black." Regulus answered with his head down.

"Yes, yes, yes. Regulus." Voldemort's tone was dangerous and compelling: "Then, my dear Regulus, are you willing to join me and become one of my Death Eaters? "

Before Regulus could answer, one of the Death Eaters stepped forward, speaking quickly but humbly: "Lord, he's only fourteen years old, and I don't think it would be useful to have him join us now."

Voldemort turned his head to look at the speaker, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Lucius," he said, "are you questioning me?" He raised his wand to the man who had spoken.

Regulus hurriedly stood up, and before Voldemort fired the spell, he quickly replied: "Lord, I am very willing to serve you. It is my honor to join you." He personally rolled up the shirt on his right arm sleeve, stepped forward and put his arm in front of Voldemort's face, turning his attention back.

When he was branded, Regulus actually didn't think about the danger he would face later or the darkness he might face.There is only one thought in his mind - this time, my brother may never forgive me.Regulus thought to himself.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Walburga catches a glimpse of Sirius and Alphard in Diagon Alley.She rushed over to question Alphard, but Alphard saw her and immediately apparated away with Sirius.

So, Walburga ran to the Black Manor angrily, and said to Signus: "I said, why didn't that traitor Sirius beg me for mercy? It turned out that the traitor Alphard helped him. Signer Si, I published the news to the Daily Prophet before. If anyone dares to help Sirius, it is an enemy of our Black family! But now, the traitor Alphard is blatantly yelling at me. Signus, you must give Let me tell you! If you don't get rid of Alphard, I will fight him, and I will fight until one of us dies. Otherwise, where is my dignity!"

Signus stared fixedly at his sister who was about to go crazy, and after a while, said: "Okay. This time, I will give you an explanation."

Black Manor, after school started on September 1975, 9.

Signus called Alphard to the study.He smoked his pipe and looked at Alphard in silence.

When Alphard was flustered by his gaze, Signus spoke. "Alphad," he said, "Walburga knows that you funded Sirius, who was expelled by her, and in order to ensure fairness as a patriarch, I have to expel you."

He stopped Alphard's anxious defense with gestures, sighed deeply, put down the pipe in his hand, and walked forward. "Alphad," Signus said in a tone full of helplessness, "the situation is getting worse and worse. Voldemort is even more worried about me. I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to protect my little Narcissa, Even my stubborn Bella. So, I decided to get rid of you because I wanted to leave a way out for this family. I hope that if something happens to me one day, you can help me support this family a little bit, help me I'll take care of my girls a little bit." He bowed his head to Alphard. "This is my request to you as an older brother and as a father."

Alphard looked at his brother, no longer refusing.

He raised his head and closed his eyes. "Okay, brother," he said, "I promise you."