HP Midnight Light

- January 1980, 1 - Order of the Phoenix headquarters

When people saw the people walking in behind James, they all showed surprise expressions:

"Sirius!"

"You're finally back!"

"How is it going?"

"I made you worry." Sirius replied with a smile, "I'm fine."

Taking advantage of everyone's greetings to Sirius, Remus cast his gaze from afar, and James shook his head inaudibly watching him.Others don't quite know the reason for Sirius' depression, but the Marauders know it all too well.They could all see that Sirius was trying his best to maintain a happy appearance.

"How's Lily?" Finally someone remembered the Potters who were about to be promoted to their parents. "You two just happened to run into Frank and Alice!"

Frank also attended the meeting alone today. Alice and Lily almost found out that they were pregnant. Both of them stayed at home temporarily and did not participate in the activities of the Order of the Phoenix.

"We should exchange experiences more often in the future, James." Frank said excitedly, "Alice and I both think it will be a boy, what about you?"

"Lily hopes it's a daughter, but Sirius and I both think it's a son." James said cheerfully, "and this little guy must love treacle fruit pie, Lily can eat a whole piece every day by herself now .” James rolled up his sleeves to show everyone the small blisters on his arms.

"Pain and be happy, James." Edgar said with compassion. "Your good life will end when the baby is born. Just crying day and night can make you nervous .”

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Seeing Sirius' slightly changed expression, Remus interrupted everyone's conversation in time, "Since Sirius is back, we can rearrange our tasks -"

"You'd better find me something exciting to do, Remy." Sirius said with a smile, "I need some activity urgently." But the smile didn't reach his eyes, Remus noticed that whenever When people looked at Sirius, he was smiling and normal, but as soon as everyone's attention was not on him, he immediately became gloomy, surrounded by a lingering low pressure.

"Of course. You can pick one yourself." Remus didn't want to disobey Sirius, "but if you're willing to wait a few days, we have a big mission in mid-February: go to the Dark Lord's castle in Cumbria .”

"The Meadows?" James asked.

"Yes." Remus nodded, "Dumbledore will not allow Dorcas to participate in this mission, so as not to be caught by himself. We won't send many people, but it will be a big mission, everyone who is chosen They must be elites. We initially planned to send about five people, and Diggle, Fenwick, and Moody have already signed up. If you want, we can add your name now."

James cast a disapproving look at Remus, he wanted to refute but it was too late, Sirius nodded without thinking: "I'm going."

"Can you, Sirius?" It was Moody who spoke, and he looked at Sirius uncertainly. "I mean, you haven't fought in four months."

"I'm ready to fight at any time." Sirius said nonchalantly, "You think of me too vulnerable." His tone was so insistent that Moody fell silent.

"Then we need one more person," Remus said.

"Me." James held up his hand.Many people at the long table hissed, Sirius shook his head: "You have to take care of Lily."

"She can take good care of herself, but I think you need someone by your side."

"You better not go, James. Maybe Remus?"

Remus showed a slight smile: "I just happened to..."

The proposer fell silent.

"Let me go." James demanded again, "If you are worried about Sirius, then having me by his side can at least ensure that his performance can be maintained at a good level."

"Perhaps Peter can go?" Remus turned to Peter who had been silent, "Peter?"

There was undisguised fear on Peter's face: "I—" the second half of his sentence was cut back when he saw everyone's eager eyes, "Okay." He let out a promise from his throat syllable.

"If you don't want to go, don't force yourself, this mission is dangerous," Remus said.

James couldn't help frowning: "You are a Gryffindor, Peter!"

"I'll go! Of course, of course I'll go!" Peter swallowed and said tremblingly, "I'm just a little scared, well, is this a reasonable reaction?"

-January 1th - Knockturn Alley Bocking Bock Store

The violent collision of wind chimes reminded someone to open the store door.

"Good morning—" Calactacus Burke froze his smile when he saw the person coming, "Master Black."

"You can call me 'Mr. Black' now, Borgin." Regulus casually surveyed the furnishings in the shop.Behind the counter, the expression on Mr. Bokin's face seemed to be covered with cement:

"I regret what has happened to your family, Mr. Black."

"I did a little research and found that your nephew asked for leave that morning on the grounds of being sick, and the person who replaced him was my father." Regulus was dressed in a black robe, revealing the white shirt underneath. The buttons were meticulously buttoned up to the neckline. When he approached Mr. Bokin, the latter saw the Black family coat of arms on the buttons. "What did he smell? That's why he shunned the meeting he should have attended?"

Cold sweat dripped from Mr. Bojin's forehead, and his lips twitched slightly.Without giving him a chance to explain, Regulus continued on his own:

"He has half the blood of the Black family in his body, but he hasn't shown up after my father's accidental death. It's really strange. So I can't help but have a series of strange associations. I wonder if you can help me distinguish which one One possibility is true?—is my father a scapegoat? Is this a conspiracy against us? He wants to get rid of my father and replace him..."

"Accident!" cried Mr. Borgin. "It was only an accident!"

"I don't believe in accidents, Mr. Bokin." Regulus looked directly at the shopkeeper, "That's the last situation? You think I'm weak, so as long as I get rid of my father, I can win the inheritance belonging to the Black family." All the things?"

His grim expression once coincided with that of the deceased Orion.Bo Jin's eyes flickered, he hesitated and refused to answer.

"You're a great man, Borgin, perfectly placed between the Death Eaters and the Ministry," Regulus said, "but you're oversimplifying things. I don't know where you got that from." The actions of the Death Eaters, but you seem to have forgotten that I am also one of them--" He drew his wand with amazing speed and pointed at Borgin, whose body was slammed into the wall behind him. As if an invisible hand was pressing him hard, Bojin struggled desperately at first, but soon, the force brought him close to suffocation.Borgin's mouth was gaping, eyes bulging, and Regulus withdrew his wand at the last second before he died.

Borgin slid to the ground, tongue out like a dog and gasping for breath.

"The Dark Lord taught me a lot, Borgin, you underestimate me." Regulus continued, "You love your stupid nephew very much, I can see that. You should already understand that I am now It could have easily taken his life—"

"Mr. Black!" Borgin howled shortly, and the pleading in it was beyond words.He was unmarried all his life and regarded his elder brother's two sons and one daughter as his own. However, an accident happened when they were young. When the children were playing in the store, they accidentally touched the same dangerous gun. As a result, Bo Jin's elder brother lost a son and a daughter, and the only remaining son became blind.Since then, Bo Jin has been obedient to this nephew, and even told him the news he inquired from Knockturn Alley, acquiescing to him to frame Orion...

"He's smarter than I thought. If my father died, it would be a seamless murder; otherwise, he'll be fine." Regulus sneered. "The only thing he didn't expect was my inspiration." Popped up to check the list of Wizengamot members who were absent that day."

"Please..." Borgin begged, "Mr. Black... please hold your hand high!"

"The matter has come to an end, I have come to ask you for two things." Regulus said, "One is a book, I have been looking for it, its name is "Deciphering Advanced Dark Arts", I miss you here There must be. The second thing is a locket that I want you to make for me yourself." He spread out the blueprint on the counter, and Mr. Bokin rushed over staggeringly. When he saw the blueprint, Bojin A trace of astonishment crossed Jin's face:

"Slytherin's locket?"

"You'd better do it delicately, Borgin." Regulus demanded, "I want the book now, don't worry, I'll return it in good condition after I've finished reading it. And the locket please leave it in half to Grimmauld Place within a month."

"I understand, I understand." Bo Jin replied hastily, he stumbled around to the inner room, and after a while of searching, he came out with a book in a black leather cover.Regulus accurately pinched his lifeblood, making it impossible for him to refuse.

"Don't tell anyone what I want you to do, and don't play tricks." Regulus glanced at him contemptuously. "Good afternoon, Mr. Borgin."

- November 2th - Ministry of Magic

"Hello." The guard blocked the way of the visitor, "May I ask the purpose of your visit?"

"I want to see Minkan," he said flatly. "I want to discuss a marvelous project with him."

"excuse me, you are--"

"Can't you recognize me? You idiot!" The visitor became furious. He raised his hand and slapped the guard. Before the rest of the people gathered around, he shouted angrily, "I was sitting in this position more than ten years ago. Come on, you blind fool!"

Someone recognized him: "Mr. Taft!"

"It seems that I have not been completely forgotten!" The visitor reiterated, "I want to see Min Kan, and that is now!"

Some old Ministry employees knew him: Ignatius Taft, whose mother was a well-known Minister of Magic. He was impeached and stepped down a year later for a crazy dementor breeding program.

"Go and inform the minister." An old employee ordered, "Mr. Taft, please be calm, Harold is talking to someone—"

"Then he'd better hurry up!" Tufte said arrogantly, "No one has ever dared to make me wait for more than 5 minutes!"

And in the minister's office, Harold Minchan was furiously debating one of his ideas with Amelia Bones and the director of the Azkaban prison.

"There are enough dementors around Azkaban, minister!" the prison director argued, "even our staff are sometimes struggling now."

"Then change the method, reduce the staff, and let something else deliver food to those Death Eaters. Can't you get some house-elves over?"

The person in charge of the prison had to continue to explain: "Minister, we can't find so many elves, and they can't resist so many dementors! What's more, some prisoners in the prison have begun to have symptoms of madness. Last month There has already been an outburst of dementors in the prison..."

"So what, anyway, all the prisoners inside are criminals!"

"Harold!" Amelia shouted, "first, not all the people inside are Death Eaters, and many of them were only sentenced to short-term death instead of lifelong death. The person who was kissed by the dementor when he lost control was the old Mr. Smith who had just been imprisoned. Azkaban took a lot of effort to suppress this matter; second, not all the people inside were criminals, there were many of them Just being suspected instead of—”

"In my opinion, there is no difference between being suspected and being convicted. Even if they are not Death Eaters, they still have nothing to do with the Dark Lord."

"You're too tough, Harold—"

"Minister!" A man interrupted Amelia rudely, "Someone wants to see you outside."

"Who?" The three people in the office looked very surprised.

The man struggled a bit: "Ignatius Taft, he claims to come to you to discuss a plan, Minister."

"You don't need to see him, Harold." Amelia said immediately.

"After all, he is the former minister." Harold shook his head. "Okay, let him in. Please wait a few minutes in the lounge outside, and I will continue to discuss our plan after I finish talking with him."

Taft was brought in shortly after Amelia and the prison superintendent left.

"Hello, Ignatius," said Harold. "What do you want me to do?"

"I heard that you plan to continue to send more dementors in Azkaban?"

"It's just a rumor," said Harold.He will not reveal a little information to outsiders until the matter is finalized.

"So have you considered my previous idea?" Tufte asked persistently, "The Dementor Breeding Program, don't you think it's very good, it can provide you with enough Dementors."

"This is... Ignatius. Even if I have this idea, it still needs to be discussed." Harold said indifferently, "What's more, your idea has been rejected many years ago."

Undisguised hatred flashed across Ignatius' eyes: "So you're going to refuse?"

Harold didn't notice the change in his expression, he smiled: "How should I put it, Ignatius. I appreciate you caring about my policy changes, but now you are no longer part of the Ministry of Magic, and now I need Going all out to come up with the best solution, rather than bothering with a plan that aborted years ago."

"Are you sure you don't want to think about it?"

"I'm afraid not."

"You're as stubborn an elm head as they are, Minkan."

"Ignatius!"

"Great, if you don't want to, then I'll have to go into battle for the second time." Taft said without thinking, and Harold frowned. He finally noticed something wrong, but why it's too late.Tufte had drawn out his wand quickly, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harold fell under the green light before he could yell, and the corpse still maintained a frightened and angry expression.

A few seconds later Amelia, the head of the prison, and the Ministry of Magic guards rushed into the minister's office. Taft was laughing with his wand up, and Harold fell at his feet.Seeing them coming, Tufte greeted enthusiastically: "Come on, come and have a meeting, I have a brilliant idea—"

"Damned!" the guards shouted in unison.

"Harold!" Amelia looked at the dead minister in disbelief, and the head of the prison forcibly dragged her out of the office:

"He's gone! Amelia, cheer up! Harold's gone!"

"He took a high dose of a delusion agent." A guard easily detected something abnormal. "This is a murder. Taft is just a knife in their hands."

"Notify Auror Command," another voice said loudly, "to look inside the Ministry of Magic, we want to make sure there are no moles."

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Note:

1. The reason why Sirius turned pale when he heard the topic of parenting was because of the dream he had the night Hyacins disappeared.

2. [Mr. Borkin's nephew]: Herbert Bork married the daughter of Headmaster Black, and they had two sons and a daughter.In addition, Mr. Bork was already there when Voldemort went to work in the Burkin Burke store, so it is set that Herbert Burke is the elder brother of Caractacus Burke.

3. ["Advanced Black Magic Decryption"]: The book that reveals the Horcrux in the original book.

4. [Ignatius Taft]: Former Minister of Magic, who inherited his mother's ministerial position.

5. [Old Mr. Smith]: Aurora's father.

6. Harold Minkan resigned because of his inability to curb Voldemort's expansion, modified here

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