[HP] Under the night sky of Corsica

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Regulus looked back and saw a handsome face, the point was that this face was damn similar to Regulus's, especially the eyes.Regulus couldn't tell what it was like looking at that overly bright smile—it was like your own face making such a stupid expression.He glanced at the man's open neckline.

"Sorry, I'm rude but I don't want to accept any service." He said softly.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, "Do I really look like a male prostitute?"

Regulus sized him up, "I have to say that a man without a normal job would unbutton his shirt until his groin was almost exposed." He looked away.

"..." Sirius looked at his shirt with only two buttons unbuttoned and felt insulted. "Okay, I've cleared my innocence, can I buy you a drink now?"

Regulus took a deep breath, "Are you sick?"

The gray-eyed man wasn't angry because of the rude words, "I just saw you sitting here alone, not having a carnival with your colleagues."

"First of all, what capacity do you use to strike up a conversation with me? Secondly, if your eyes are still alive, you will find that I am not the only one who does not participate in their enjoyment." He pointed to the man in black sitting on the other side of the bar.

"My name is Sirius, and I'm a clerk here." Sirius smiled, "That person doesn't attract me as much as you do."

"Ah, Regulus, you are here." The red-eyed man walked over with a half-smile expression on his face. The well-fitting military uniform set off his tall and tall body. Under this dim light, he looked really damn sexy , "And Severus."

"Lord." Regulus nodded, completely without the impatience he had when he faced Sirius just now. "My head hurts a bit, so let's rest here first."

The man called "Lord" raised his eyebrows, "That's it." Then his eyes stopped on Sirius.

"I heard you like to study keys?"

Regulus frowned, "Who did you listen to?"

Sirius brought him black coffee, "Mr. Crouch."

"It's not like I like it, but I kind of agree with the truth that 'only the right key can open the lock'."

"So you think I'm the right key?"

Regulus narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I don't think so from any angle. And—" He stared at Sirius, "If you dare to flirt with me, you will die."

Sirius spread his hands innocently, "You don't have to answer my words."

Regulus pondered for a few seconds and decisively poured the half-cold coffee in his hand on Sirius.

"Why on earth are you trying to get close to me?"

Sirius showed a very complicated expression, "You don't want to believe that I really care about you, do you?"

"Yes."

Sirius showed a wry smile, and Regulus suddenly felt annoyed, "In your world, everything has a purpose? I have to say that Barty Crouch is more like a 'people'."

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

Sirius stood up and looked down at Regulus, "I want to say that I like you, the kind of love, even if you are a ruthless and cold bastard!"

"So it's all a lie?" Regulus looked calm, and the hand that raised the gun didn't tremble at all.

Sirius closed his eyes, "It's not feelings. I like you, I mean it."

"What if I don't believe it?"

"Do you remember when I told you that you were a heartless bastard?"

Regulus laughed without any emotion, "I remember." He paused, "And I want to tell you, I am."

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In fact, Regulus Black has always been a bit of a clean freak, although this is not a good thing for an officer.He walked through the messy street expressionlessly, and a few women with scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup habitually avoided his eyes.When he first arrived here, some people waved dirty handkerchiefs at him and called "Sir" coquettishly, but no one dared to do that anymore.He continued to walk forward with a blank expression, and saw Barty Crouch Jr. in messy clothes and lying in the pile of women.He is British, but he joined the Nazis without hesitation, just the opposite of Regulus.

"I'll give you 30 seconds, and if you don't leave, I'll shoot." His icy face played a very good deterrent effect. In less than 20 seconds, all the women ran away, leaving behind a helpless little Barty. .

"Hey Regulus, what are you doing..." He stood up and straightened his clothes, "Those girls are still pretty good."

Regulus grabbed his arm and pulled him away, "Should I be glad I'm not another male prostitute? Oh, I forgot, you only like men with red eyes and black hair."

Batty quickly jumped up and covered his mouth, "Hush your voice! If the Lord hears it, you will die!"

Regulus pulled his hand away in disgust, took out a handkerchief and gracefully wiped the dirt on his lips that didn't exist, Batty gave him a blank look, "You know, only girls in my hometown use it." Handkerchief."

Regulus kicked over, but fortunately Batty dodged quickly, otherwise the kick would definitely have been kicked between his legs. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, where is the sense of time responsibility of you British people?"

"Hey, don't say that, I'm also German now."

"That's not the reason for you to be late to hang out with prostitutes. By the way, you also insulted me, who is also German." Regulus said coldly, "You have to take responsibility yourself. I came to you today I want to tell you that I have an appointment at the bar on Fifth Street tonight, and Lord is going too." He looked at Batty's excited face and sneered, "He originally asked me to tell you that he just asked you for something, But now it seems it’s too late.”

Batty jumped on him with a terrified expression, "Regulus, help me find a way!"

They have been friends for many years, so no one misunderstood such an intimate action, and only Batty did not show his dead face in front of Regulus. Regulus contemptuously called it the original shape. revealing.Barty Jr.’s family background is very complicated to say the least. His father was the main force of the British Army, and he was very strict and resolutely opposed to fascism. Lord Voldemort, so he just joined the Nazis.

How should I put it, Regulus has always felt that Barty Jr.'s speed of making decisions is amazing, which he will never learn.

"How do you want me to help you?" Regulus sighed and pushed him away.

Little Barty smiled wickedly, "Take me to see Lord."

Regulus was silent for a few seconds, "Want to see Lord?" Little Barty nodded, and Regulus smiled and pinched his face, "Do you dare me to beat you first?"

In the end, little Barty got his wish and met his dear Lord. Regulus pushed him in and leaned against the wall to wait for him to come out.

Regulus is actually a very lazy person. To be honest, he is more inclined to be a violinist, which is very leisurely and also suits his appetite, but he is too lazy to choose a path to walk by himself, so he simply follows it honestly. Walk down the home's paved road.He once told his cousin about his dream of playing the violin. The cousin gave him a blank look and said, please grow some snacks. Now is the time of war, who has the time to listen to you play the violin.Regulus' cousin was accurate and ruthless in her speech, and she never lost face when she hit the nail on the head.

Although it is very hypocritical to say that war can temper a person into a different look, Regulus felt that the truth was almost like that, so he would not tell anyone that he was actually dizzy.

"Regulus." Voldemort walked out of the room, followed by little Barty who couldn't hide his joy.

Regulus stood up straight.

"Has Lucius arrived?"

Lucius Malfoy, a loyal follower of Lord Voldemort and a powerful officer.Regulus neither liked nor hated him, because he was his cousin's husband. "Lucius won't arrive until a little later, and he met someone from the Soviet Union on the way, so it might be a little troublesome."

Voldemort seemed not nervous about Lucius at all, he pondered for a while, "It's okay, I believe Lucius can handle it. Let's go first."

"Yes." Regulus nodded.

The Tavern on [-]th Street is a little old, very old, but still clean.Since this party was arranged by Regulus, there would be no strippers. Voldemort was quite satisfied with this.

But Barty Jr. was clearly dissatisfied, "It's nothing." He looked resentful, "It's boring, it's boring."

Regulus gave him a blank look, "Can you not put on a dissatisfied expression? If you ask for a prostitute again, I will shoot and break your leg. Of course, if you don't want to be broken, I don't mind interrupting that place."

"Which place?" Little Barty asked innocently.

Regulus glared at him for a while and smiled like a spring breeze, "Male sex genitalia, did I make it clear?"

Little Barty showed a horrified expression, "I can't be more clear."

"That's good, can we go there?"

Little Barty gritted his teeth, bent over and stretched out his hand, "Please."