HP Midnight Light

- April 1979, 4 - Hogwarts Castle Slytherin Common Room

"He's crazy, isn't he?" Regulus slapped Signus' letter on the table.Cornelia picked it up and scanned it quickly, the contents inside made her look slightly changed:

"Aunt Walburga forwarded you this letter?"

"Correct."

"It's very simple to solve the problem, you just need to agree." Cornelia shrugged, "Anyway, what Signus wants is a correct sentence."

Regulus' face remained unchanged.

Cornelia sighed: "You have to think about Ollie."

"If I back down, there's no doubt that Signus will make more progress."

"That's right." Cornelia asked back, "So you want to reject him?"

"I can only promise."

Cornelia smiled confusedly.

"Didn't you get the latest news? Signus asked the Dark Lord to let him go after Dorcas Meadows, and he agreed." Regulus saw Cornelia's shock, "Yeah, I didn't expect the Dark Lord to bring him back so soon."

"Impossible!" Cornelia couldn't help jumping up, "It's only been a month, and he's barely been punished!"

"I can't speculate on the Dark Lord's thoughts, but if Signus succeeds..." Regulus didn't finish his sentence, he picked up the quill under Cornelia's gloomy gaze, "I will let me Mother gave Signus a reassurance... nothing substantial, but it stabilized him for the time being."

"What are you going to do?"

"Let Ollie stay at my house for a few days." Regulus quickly finished writing the letter, "Let Signus feel at ease first."

"Have you ever thought about delaying this until the day? Or have you decided to sacrifice the relationship between Ollie and you?"

"As agreed with Signus, next summer." Regulus dried the ink marks, "Everything will settle down by then."

He walked out of the lounge with the newly written letter, and Cornelia sat alone on the sofa thinking about the task that the Dark Lord had entrusted to Rozier and his daughter.She had no direct contact with Caradoc, but she heard that he was a tough opponent... Maybe it was easy to kill him, but to please the Dark Lord, he had to be caught alive.

"Cornelia."

Little Barty didn't know how long he had dawdled around, and he couldn't wait to come over as soon as he saw Regulus leave.Only then did Cornelia notice a hint of embarrassment, and she quickly straightened her expression: "So, have you received the news?"

He nodded: "I didn't expect you to propose to the Dark Lord..." Before he finished speaking, he blushed.

What an innocent boy.Cornelia thought, "There's no one better for me than you, and you like me too, don't you?"

"But you chose me because I'm 'fit'? Just that?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Little Barty's tone, and Cornelia suddenly realized it.She shouldn't think of Barty Jr. as a "smart guy" like Edmund or Regulus, no matter how good he is in the Dark Arts Group, he is only a fledgling when it comes to relationships.Cornelia wanted to break her head, but she didn't understand how she would provoke such a young man who didn't know much about the world.

"Ah - Barty, maybe my words will make you sad, but to me all the people on that list are not much different." She hurriedly added, "I admit that I have never liked anyone in the past, maybe Not in the future. It's always been a mystery to me to know what love is."

"Does that mean you don't like me?"

Cornelia laughed at Barty Jr.'s stubbornness: "Let's be honest: yes."

"But you don't like other people either."

Cornelia nodded hesitantly.

Little Barty's eyes lit up, and he smiled overjoyed: "It's okay. We still have time. I mean... I just want to be with you... You'll grow to like me, right ?”

"Did you think about the question I asked you last time?" Cornelia asked back.

"I'm serious, Cornelia, I don't know why, but there's something about you that attracts me." Batty carefully took out the white rose Cornelia gave him from his pocket , "It never fades, so you're asking me about 'forever', right?"

Apparently he misunderstood Cornelia.Maybe, she thought, she should have let him know her thoughts in a more direct way.

Little Barty's hands trembled slightly, and he carefully sent the roses to Cornelia: "I like you, Cornelia. Although my feelings for you are not eternal, they will last until I die Until that day."

You are indeed just a dumbass, but you won.

Cornelia took the flowers with mixed feelings: "If possible, Batty, I will try to convince the Dark Lord to let you do some tasks this summer vacation - come with me."

-May 5nd - Malfoy Manor

"Signus is such a bastard, Maggie, it's a good thing you pulled away in time—"

"Don't get too excited, Sissy." Margaret took the newspaper from Narcissa's hand, and there was a wedding announcement between Signus and Catherine on it, and she casually threw the newspaper aside.Bellatrix, meanwhile, exchanged a glance with her.

"Forget it, don't mention these messy things." Narcissa still felt aggrieved, "Bella, can you help me go to the kitchen to get some cookies?"

Bellatrix had been submissive to Narcissa recently, and she got up and left the room immediately.

"What secret do you have to tell me?"

"You went to Shafiq, didn't you?"

"You found out?" Margaret admitted readily. "Yes, I gave her the Cruciatus Curse. All in all, I'm done with her now."

"Could it be just for me?"

"The thing with her and Signus, it seems to me that Signus is responsible. But she shouldn't hurt you." Margaret said, "Regardless of what Bella thinks, I think she More or less on purpose."

"You and Bella are serious, one blames Shafik, and the other hates Rozier." Narcissa shook her head, "You shouldn't be like this, what if the Shafik family comes to you."

"They have to have the face to come to me. Don't worry, I've thought through everything before I do it." Margaret comforted, "When have I ever missed in so many years?"

Narcissa smiled, but she quickly suppressed her smile: "That's fine... You don't have to visit me all the time, it's rare that you have time now, and you can just go out for sightseeing or something. Don't waste time on me here."

Narcissa's body has already recovered, but what is difficult to treat is the mental blow.

"I'm not too keen on things like travel—"

But she suddenly clenched Margaret's hand: "No, when I was young, I wanted to go out and see more." There was a kind of enthusiasm in her eyes, "What's more, you just suffered such a big blow. It’s a long trip and no one will accuse you.”

Margaret stopped talking in surprise, she stared at Narcissa, as if trying to figure out what she meant.At this time, Bellatrix just walked in with a cookie:

"It's getting late, I have to go first."

"I'll see you off." Margaret got up, and she wanted to have a few words with Bella.

The two walked into the hall one after the other.

"As for Shafik, I thank you on behalf of Cissy." Bella took the initiative to say, "You are sincerely good to her, unlike some other people... for the surnames of Black and Malfoy."

"I've known her for almost ten years, and you finally discovered this." Margaret mocked unceremoniously, "What are you going to do with Rozier?"

"I haven't had a chance to fight that little girl yet, let alone Evan hasn't recovered yet."

"Well, I know you've always had good ideas." Margaret cut to the chase, "I want you to help me find out what the Dark Lord means—my father still wants to continue to provide him with potions, but he doesn't know Would the Dark Lord mind..."

Bella smiled: "Francis really thinks so?" She didn't see that old Watson was so enlightened.

Margaret nodded.

Bella pondered for a moment: "I will ask him what he means." After thinking about it, she softened her tone, "Anyway, the Dark Lord will understand your intentions."

"I understand. But my father still hopes to give the Dark Lord something substantial." Margaret paused for a moment. "If it is possible, I also want to know... Will the Dark Lord agree to give me a brand?" .”

This time Bella was really shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Margaret no longer hesitated, "So please, Bella."

Bellatrix disapparated away on her own, and Margaret stared blankly for a moment where she disappeared.

"Margaret!"

She almost thought she had read it wrong: "You shouldn't come here!"

"No, I should." Sirius paced from behind the tree where he was hiding. "I didn't even show up until the crazy woman was gone."

"You can't get in, and Sissy won't want to see you."

"You can open the door for me, and I have something to say to Narcissa."

The two of them confronted each other briefly, before Margaret turned and knocked on the door of Malfoy Manor with her wand.

"I thought about what you said to me that day, and decided to explain things clearly." Sirius followed Margaret into Malfoy Manor, which he hadn't visited for many years.

"I warn you, Lucius is home."

"He can't beat me."

"You're haunted," Margaret sneered.Fortunately, Lucius seemed to be still in his own study, and Margaret led Sirius quietly to Narcissa's door, and she stopped: "You'd better not get mad at her, Otherwise, I will beat you to the ground with my own hands."

"I try my best."

Margaret walked into the door first: "Cissy, you have a guest."

Narcissa put down the "Witch Weekly" she was reading: "Who?"

"You promise not to hate me first," Margaret said, and she opened the door behind her back.

"Sirius!" Narcissa got up from the sofa and stared at her long-lost cousin.Sirius was much taller and handsomer than he was at the age of 16, and he had more of the temperament of the Black family, but Narcissa looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"I came to you for one thing." Sirius stopped at a suitable distance, "Let's be honest with each other, Narcissa—tell me, where did Regulus go?"

"What nonsense are you talking about," Narcissa whispered, but she neither drew her wand nor called Lucius.

"You know what I mean, Narcissa." Sirius looked at the furnishings in the house, "I don't expect your husband to be willing to get off the pirate ship, but I hope Regulus hasn't broken too thoroughly."

"You have long distanced yourself from us, four years ago." Narcissa tightened her lips, "You are asking about the private affairs of the Black family, why should I tell them to an outsider—a member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"But do you really know what the Death Eaters are doing? How can you let Bella continue to take Regulus further and further away after seeing what they are doing?" Sirius asked instead, "No Excuse me, I'll just ask directly - are you as crazy as Bella?"

Narcissa simply stood up: "Interesting, are you concerned about Regulus?"

"I just don't think he's fallen to hell yet, so just think I'm just trying to save a Death Eater on a whim—"

"Blake!"

Margaret, who was standing by the door, was startled: "Lucius!"

Lucius strode in with a livid face, while pressing one hand on the snake head staff.Narcissa stopped him: "No, Lucius, let me hear what else Sirius can say."

"My good brother-in-law is here too. Obviously he doesn't have the guts to separate himself from the Dark Lord, so let's continue talking about Regulus." Sirius looked directly at his cousin, "I think you One of the only people in the family besides me with any sense, Narcissa. You know exactly why Regulus became a Death Eater, at least as far as I know he was initially interested in the Dark Arts purely It's what Bella taught him..."

"Enough!" Lucius reprimanded, and Narcissa pressed his hand:

"We all remember the dignity that comes with pure blood."

"That's nonsense." Sirius said softly, "Since when will the dignity of pure blood be maintained by murdering Muggles and hemp seedlings?"

"You got too close to those low-class people, Sirius, and even forgot that you originally belonged to the noble and ancient Black." Narcissa's tone seemed to be preaching, "But Regulus is different..."

"Bella has always been an expert in brainwashing, and among the Death Eaters there are also many people who are eloquent and eloquent." Sirius ignored her words, "Reculus is not the only victim, you know that very well, So is your husband. You two conspired with Lady Lestrange to defraud Regulus—"

"What qualifications and capacity do you have to stand here and say these things to me?" Narcissa retorted, "When did you put yourself in the position of the savior?"

Sirius was silent for a while: "Just treat it as my last trace of affection for this brother."

"Very good, but unfortunately you are not his elder brother." Narcissa's face was frosty, "Please leave."

Sirius blinked.

"My husband and I don't welcome you, you are not a guest of Malfoy Manor." Narcissa's voice fell to the ground with Lucius raising the snake-headed staff.

"I see." Sirius glanced at the couple, "Narcissa, you are becoming more and more like my mother, which is probably a good thing for you."

He walked away.

- Rewind the time a few hours ago - Greenwich, London

"Sirius, you forgot to bring your wallet."

Hyacinth ran downstairs with Sirius' wallet, and he was already starting the motorcycle.

"You see, going to bed late can cause memory loss...Thank you. I won't be back until dark, take care of myself." Sirius gave her a farewell kiss, "See you tonight."

"Bring me a box of ice cream," Hyacinth said emphatically, "Chocolate—"

"—with yogurt and chopped almonds." Sirius answered deftly, and he stepped on the gas pedal of the motorcycle.Hyacinth waved her hand, watching him disappear in front of her in an instant with a speed unimaginable for Muggles.

"Boys like this exciting thing, and James wants to buy a car." Hyacinth recalled Lily's complaint, "But the first time he drove my parents' car, he crashed into a street light."

Sirius has a busy schedule today.First of all, he was going to take over with a few members of the Order of the Phoenix.Then, he will patrol for three hours.Finally, he had a personal matter to attend to.

It wasn't a big deal that he forgot his wallet, what he really forgot was something else.Sirius has not discovered the negligence he unintentionally caused, but in the future, he will regret it very much.

After Sirius left, Hyacinth returned a letter to Mrs. Figg. She said that there were some suspicious men in black appearing around Bath. From Hyacinth's experience, those were obviously Death Eaters. Mrs. Figg and Her friends had to be more careful.Hyacons' second letter was to the Ministry of Magic, and she wanted to ask how Ann was doing.Ann has moved out of Gower Street, and her flatmates say she has also disappeared from the student list.Hyacins didn't know if it was Ann's own decision or the Ministry's arrangement, but anyway... Of course, she should call her "Miss Aurora Smith" now.

Hyacinth put down her pen and rubbed her temples. She felt that Ann's story looked like a ridiculous story from beginning to end.Once upon a time, Hyacinth and Ann had discussed the Cinderella story, but Ann found her glass slipper in a blink of an eye... At this moment, Brookshaw suddenly meowed and screamed.

"Brooke—" She turned her head, and Hyacins let out a scream when she caught sight of the man standing in the foyer.When she jumped up, she accidentally knocked off a stack of newspapers on the table, and the "Daily Prophet" fell to the ground with a clatter.She stared at the person at the door, reached for her wand, and—

Edmund Parkinson played with Hyacinth's wand and gave her an unkind smile.

"You see, you're all just as easy to let up, as are poor McKinnons."

Hyacinth didn't speak, her heart was beating wildly.Damn it, how could she just put the wand on the shelf.

"I don't think it's a big deal to leave for a few hours, and I even forgot to set the defensive spell in a hurry."

There was nothing in the house that could be defended, and even if there were, all it took was a Bone Crushing Curse to turn them into nothingness.

Edmund gently put her wand back on the bookshelf in the hall: "Don't be afraid, I won't destroy anything... I won't leave any trace..." The second half of his sentence was slowly Swallowing back into her throat, Hyacinth didn't hear clearly.

There is only one window behind her, but it is definitely not a wise choice to jump.

"It took me a while to follow you, and I discovered a lot of interesting things... Of course, I also figured out the rules of your life..." Edmund lightly waved his wand behind him, and the door was locked. The click sounded.Hyacinth and he looked at each other for a brief moment, and she quickly grasped the terrible emotion in Edmund's eyes.

"I warn you not to come over!"

"Dizzy!" Edmund walked across the hall into the dining room, bent down, grabbed her off the floor, and dragged her into a nearby bedroom.It looked a little empty here, and it was obvious that its owner had gradually moved all his belongings to another bedroom in the house.This was exactly what Edmund wanted, as he didn't want to share the car with another person who lived here.

Brookshaw showed his sharp claws—"All petrified!" Edmund easily shut the stiff cat out of the bedroom, and he waved his wand again, and the rope came out and tied Hyacinth's hands behind his back on the bed as he wished. head, but this did not satisfy Edmund: "Lisong vents." He had to add double insurance to be at ease.

The matter is too simple...too simple...Edmund trembled slightly because of excitement, he sat down by the bed, feeling the last calm before committing a crime: "Quickly recover."

For a brief moment, Hyacinth thought she had just woken up, but the strange feeling brought about by the forcibly bound hands and the spell quickly reminded her of her situation.

"You're crazy!" She couldn't struggle, Edmund's spell was strong enough to take away her strength to resist.

"Maybe." He looked at her with a morbid obsession, "I've been in love with you for a long time."

"Don't do that." Disgusted and frightened, Hyacinth tried to deal with him, "If you leave now I'm not going to say anything, whether it's telling—"

"Hush!" Edmund put a finger lightly to her lips. "I'm not afraid you'll tell. On the contrary—" He smiled faintly. "If I call Sirius Black illegal Tell the Ministry of Magic about Nimagus, and how many years do you think he will be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"you--"

"You can use all the words you can think of to insult me, my dear Hyacinth, but your Muggle neighbors can't hear you anyway..." He patiently undressed her, "This Once you won't be able to escape."

"No—please, please don't! I could give you anything else, do anything for you..."

Pleading cannot take effect.

Edmund leaned forward slowly trembling, his lips finally touched the skin he had been thinking about day and night—it was just as warm and soft as he had imagined.

"Sirius will kill you... you will die badly."

"No, he won't." Edmund tidied his clothes slowly, picked up his wand again, "because you won't remember anything - nothing at all!"

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The rose Cornelia gave Barty was meant to be a rejection.

2. Sirius must have been at Malfoy Manor before he ran away from home.

3. Illegal Agmanis = Azkaban for life.

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