[HP] Raven

Episode 01

The junction of the Muggles and the wizarding world in Vienna is at the Vienna State Opera, and the buildings left over from the Habsburg dynasty still maintain a beautiful appearance.Alex wandered around the main road, walking towards the Vienna State Opera. She was holding a slightly worn-out scroll, and she was wearing a dark green waist-length skirt that was not abnormal in the eyes of wizards and Muggles. He wore a plain black cloak.

When no one was around, the statue of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart gave her a playful wink and saluted.She smiled politely, walked through the porch of the opera house, walked straight into a blank wall and came to the wizarding world.

Christmas is approaching, and the magic world in Austria is busier than usual. Her pace slowed down twice as she approached the main road. There were people queuing up almost everywhere at the intersection full of shops. Pedestrians shuttled back and forth, inevitably Touch each other's elbows and shoulders and apologize in a low voice in German.Alex shook the wizard robe on his body, and bought a newspaper when passing by the news stand.

"One nut."

The grey-and-white house-elf, smeared with ink, stuffed the copper nut into a white breast pocket.

When she took the newspaper, she said softly in German: "Thank you." She couldn't get rid of the habit of reading on the road, and she glanced at the newspaper while walking, and she arrived at the platform.

Behind the huge statue of Merlin is the ticket office. Not counting the rush hours of the train, only two of the four windows are open, and a small Christmas tree is placed on the counter. A young couple with two children is standing in front of her. The conductor asks : "Ma'am, where are you going?"

"Salzburg."

"Six Bronze Nats."

She took the light blue ticket, found the corresponding platform, and got on the train. The ticket inspector was an old man with gray hair, short and fat, with a very red face. He glanced at the ticket in her hand and said "" Merry Christmas".

The express train on the Vienna platform has only one car, but it is actually very spacious inside, and can accommodate at least 1000 people at the same time.The train stops sickly on the platform, but when the time is up, it will speed along the railway line, and it will only take a second to reach the only platform in Salzburg.

She left the platform, Apparated in front of a black forest surrounded by ravens, waved her wand, and said a lengthy incantation.

On the high cliff, a milky-white building gradually emerged from the forest. The gray-white wall was as high as three people. The main house had five floors, with arched windows and arc-shaped balconies. A huge central minaret surrounded by tall side towers.Behind the manor is a large expanse of rocks, showing a quiet gray-blue in the sunlight, with some white scattered on it, which is the snow that fell a few days ago, and it is illuminated by the sun.After they came back, they remodeled part of the ancestral house to make it more livable. Although it still looks a bit weird on cloudy days from the outside, this innate temperament will be diluted by sunlight when the weather is good.

Alex walked in, the front yard was quiet, there was no sound, the grass on both sides of the gravel road was covered with snow, a house elf in an apron opened the carved brass door leading to the room, she Taking off the cloak and handing it to it, she put the scroll in her hand on the table in the hall, and glanced at the newspaper by the way, a large section of the report was occupied by the Quidditch match, she saw the name of James Potter, "Greatest Chaser of All Time," along with Lily and their three-year-old, Harry.She scanned the content, closed it, and thought of her student days.

As a student, Alex was the only Everly who went to Hogwarts, Slytherin, with excellent grades and not sociable.Now her life had nothing to do with Hogwarts, and seeing their faces through the newspaper seemed like a world away.

"Alex." A young man in a black wizard robe walked towards her from the stairs, very handsome, slightly pale and thin.

"Everything is going well, Regulus."

A wizarding second-hand bookseller claimed to have scrolls in Elvish and liked being in the Muggle world, so Alex had to go to a Muggle cafe to pay her.

Regulus picked up the scroll, unfolded it, and nodded.He has a higher attainment in Elvish language, and with a little discernment, he can determine its authenticity.

They all worked at the Ancient Rune Research Center in Austria, researched Elvish language, took their middle name as a pseudonym, and only communicated with the research institute. There are many eccentricities in the scholar group, and it is not uncommon for them to be unwilling to show their faces.This distance makes them both feel safe.

Alex asked. "How is young Mr. Black?"

"As usual, in good health, but less willing to eat, lethargic, and a little soft when crying."

The second room on the right hand side of the third floor belongs to Severus Black, who is not yet one year old, a baby sleeping in a wooden cradle, with fair skin, just waking up, and the opened eyes are light blue, like Sal Sunny sky in Zarzburg.Gibbling and laughing at the sight of them, Alex picked him up, curiously sniffing the cool air she brought from outside.

The boy was born on a winter night in 1982. When he uttered his first cry, the Cepheus meteor shower suddenly cut across the sky. Regulus and Alex named the boy after the constellation Cepheus.

Cyphers Regulus Black.

When the boy was first born, Alex and Regulus wrote a terse letter to Alex's only surviving relative, her aunt in St. Petersburg.It took half a year for her aunt's letter to arrive, with only a word of blessing.The bald eagle who came to deliver the letter had a fierce fight with the vulture that Regulus kept on the tower. The two owls who delivered the letter disappeared without a trace. They were found in the mezzanine.

Severus saw the familiar parents and held out his hand to Alex.

"Our young Mr. Black." Alex whispered, looking carefully at the fur on his face and the slight rise and fall of his chest and belly when he breathed, and tapped the boy's soft palm with his fingers.

"He has your eyes, Alex." Regulus observed carefully.

She touched the boy's soft hair, and vaguely saw the regular outline from his immature face. "Still more like you."

Regulus took the child from her hand, patted his back lightly, Severus lay restlessly in his arms, stretched out his hand and tapped his father's chin.

He couldn't help smiling. "Wait until he grows up."

"Yes, wait until he grows up."

Alex kisses the younger Mr. Black, and the older Mr. Black kisses her.

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Severs, who was not yet three years old, leaned on the wall and trotted all the way, leaving a series of excited laughter of children in the long aisle. He was trying his best to catch up with a little plush.The moving pom-poms kept jumping forward on the ancient floor, and finally disappeared before the boy's eyes.

He blinked his blue eyes, looked left and right, trying to find his target, but to no avail, there was a double carved door in the room at the end of the corridor.The manor is so big that every play is like an adventure.The boy who was not yet three years old vaguely remembered that this was the fifth floor. He went around the baby room on the south side of the second floor before finding the spiral staircase on the west side. Looking up, he couldn't see the wallpapered ceiling, only the hollow minarets and faded gray murals, so he guessed.

It took him some time and effort to finally push open the double-sided door. In the large empty room, the walls were covered with dark green and gold-painted vine wallpaper, and there were portraits everywhere. Inside were old wizards, almost all of whom were deep sleep.

"Who are you!" one of the portraits closest to the door asked in German.

Severus looked up in the direction of the voice.

He had never seen anyone in any of the portraits, including the elderly witch in this portrait.She was wearing a black cashmere wizard robe, with a unicorn sapphire brooch pinned to the skirt, her wrinkled hands were folded, four or five huge rings were worn on her fingers, and two cone-shaped diamond earrings followed The amplitude of his speech swayed imperceptibly, his snow-white hair was coiled into a neat bun, his eyebrows were all white, thin and long wrinkles spread along the drooping corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downward, showing a trace of uneasiness. Compassionate grievances.

She saw the boy's blue eyes, froze for a moment, and asked again. "Who are you?"

The boy said his name again, seeing that the old lady in the portrait was still frowning, he could only repeat it again.

His voice alarmed Alex and Regulus, who were reading downstairs, and they hurried upstairs to find the boy.

"Grandmother, this is my child." Alex explained in a low voice to the portrait.To this day, she is a little nervous about the portrait of her grandmother - the shadow left by Mrs. Everly is heavy on her.Regulus bent down and hugged the boy in his hands. The boy stretched out his hand and touched his nose, and called out "Papa" clearly. Regulus smiled and patted the boy on the back.

"Alexandria, you go out first," said Mrs. Everly in the portrait indifferently, "I have something to say to them both."

Alex said hastily. "Grandmother, Regulus and I are married—"

Mrs. Everly interrupted her. "I know, I'll let you go out first."

Regulus looked at Alex and comforted in a low voice. "It's okay, honey, just leave it all to me."

Alex gave them a worried look and had to walk out of the room.

Mrs. Everly stared at the boy for a moment before she set her sights on Regulus. "I know you, Regulus Black, the youngest son of the Black family," she looked coldly at the young man who married her granddaughter, "When Alexandria was studying, you wrote to her Trust me."

Regulus nodded slightly. "Yes, Mrs. Everly."

Mrs. Everly knew him at the time. She quietly sent someone to find out whose boy it was. For a moment, Mrs. Everly wanted to mention marriage. Six years old can be settled early.In her opinion, the youngest son of the Black family is doomed to have no inheritance rights, but the Everly family has. Maybe they will nod because of the Everly family.But Mrs. Everly ended up doing nothing.Who told Alexandria to be of mixed race? Could Mrs. Everly not be able to bear the fact that she could hide it from the Black family?

Unexpectedly, after going around and around, they still got married and had a child.

Mrs. Everly didn't like Alexandria because her granddaughter had Muggle blood, but her half-blood granddaughter had finally done something to her satisfaction.The Black family is a very famous pure-blood family with a long history, and it is always decent to say it in the future.

"Train up your children well," she said to Regulus slightly harshly, "noble blood flows from him."

Regulus agreed. "We will raise Severus well, no matter what kind of blood runs through him, he is our only child."

"Okay," Mrs. Everly frowned and waved her hand, as if to drive away a bunch of annoying flies, "get out."

Just as Regulus was about to close the door, he heard Mrs. Everly whispering to herself in German.

"It's been a long time since there was any sound from a child in this house..."

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Severus started a magic riot when he grew up a little bit. When he was running in the corridor, he would suddenly let the vase on the side float in the air, and he would accidentally break a vase when he was eating in a baby chair. Dip the silver spoon in the soup bowl.

The boy looked a lot like Regulus and also a lot like Alex, with a mix of Black and Everly genes in him, making him a unique Severus.

If Alex couldn't find him in the library, he must be playing in the woods on the back hill.Those were his two favorite places.

When he was playing in the back mountain, he would pick up small animals, such as little tigers or foxes, and occasionally met Muggle tourists carrying hiking bags.

The Muggle tourists were surprised to see a strangely dressed little boy standing on a huge rock, holding a little fox in his arms, his cheeks were red with cold, and his big blue eyes were staring at them curiously.

"Hey, boy, where are your parents?" the Muggle tourist asked loudly.

The boy shyly ran away without a word.

Before dark, Regulus found him in the woods halfway up the mountain.He pushed away the black hair on the boy's forehead, revealing his fair forehead. "After running so far, what fun did you find?"

The boy reached out and touched the cub in his arms, and said with a smile. "Dad, look, little fox."

Alex smiled and nodded the tip of the boy's nose. "Little savage."

When Cyphers was four years old, Alex and Regulus would take him with them when they went out.The boy stayed with his parents in the tribe of the elves for two years, and then took a Viking ship with his parents to the port of the Mermaid, where he stayed briefly for several months. Regulus saw the boy on the deck With the giant whale undulating on the sea in the distance, Alex used the high salinity seawater to concoct a potion that would allow people to grow fish tails for a short time.

Out of caution, Alex and Regulus didn't go out with pure-blood families very much, and later stayed too long in the elven tribe and the mermaid port. He lacked a common language with children of the same age.

As the boy grew up, both Alex and Regulus worried that he had no friends.

The boy's way of dispelling loneliness is to go to the back mountain to pick up small animals besides reading.He had picked up fox cubs and tiger cubs on the snow-capped cliffs, and raised them in the backyard.Regulus also encouraged him to raise small animals. He himself kept vultures on the tower, which he called to deliver letters. Alex laughed in his heart that he was an elderly and late-stage middle-aged man, but he let him go. up.Except for the one time he forgot to feed and the poor owl was eaten by a very hungry vulture, and he was kicked out of the bedroom by Alex to the yard for a night of sleep.

Severus excitedly ran up to Regulus with some kind of fluffy animal cub in his arms.

"Daddy, little fox!"

"Okay, you can keep it if you like." Regulus patted his head.

A few more days passed.

"Daddy, little tiger!"

"Ok."

"Dad, Charmander!"

At that time, Regulus was busy reading a new ancient book in Elvish language, and didn't notice that his son was offering a treasure with some kind of animal in his hand.

"Okay, okay, as long as you like it."

Severus has been raising Charmander and his little fox and tiger in the empty stables in the backyard. He also deliberately checked the information in the library and knew that the dragon's cubs should be fed with milk and chicken blood.

Until one day, Charmander sneezed and burned a large hydrangea that Alex had planted in the garden.

"Oh, honey," Alex screamed, and hurriedly grabbed Severus who was about to run over to check the situation, "Is this a dragon? You can't keep this at home, Severus."

The boy sold his dad out without blinking an eye. "Dad agrees!"

Alex glanced at Regulus calmly.

Regulus cleared his throat with some embarrassment, and whispered to Severus. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was a Charmander at the time... I know you love Charmander, Cypher, but keeping him at home won't allow him to play with his friends, right?"

said the boy stubbornly. "Then I'll go find a way to find a fire dragon, will that be all right?"

"Hmm...but there are no fire dragons on the mountain, the one kept at our house must have been accidentally missed by a nearby dragon trainer." Alex said.

"Oh." The boy's face looked a bit slumped. He was not unreasonable, but losing his beloved animal inevitably made him feel lost.

"Sypher," Regulus said sincerely while kneeling half-kneeling and keeping eye level with the boy, "it's my father's fault. I should have told you right away that Charmanders can't be kept at home. My father apologizes to you now. I'm sorry. Can you forgive Dad?"

Severus blinked, and was silent for a moment before nodding. "It's okay, Dad. I forgive you."

Alex put an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Before we send Charmander away, let's say goodbye to him. Shall we?"

"Okay, Mom."

The staff of the Magical Creatures Protection Department quickly took Charmander away, and before leaving, it sneezed again, and Alex's hydrangea was wiped out.

That night, the boy was standing on the small bench brushing his teeth, holding the teddy bear and planning to go to the bedroom to sleep, when he heard Alex's voice deliberately lowered.

"Go and sleep with your son's fire dragon!"

Regulus was hit in the face with a fluffy feather pillow, and the bedroom door slammed shut in front of him.

"Dad." The boy walked towards him holding a small hand of the teddy bear.

"Oh, Cypher." Regulus was a little embarrassed.

"You can sleep in my crib," the boy noticed that the teddy bear would rub against the ground, and instead held the teddy bear's torso with both hands, "I'll go to sleep on the sofa."

"Oh, no, no, dear, don't worry too much." Regulus went to the study to get a book, and took his son to his little bed. "What bedtime story do you want to hear today?"

The author has something to say: A warm parenting story? The story of Cepheus... In fact, it is quite long behind (xx

In my mind, Mrs. Everly has always been pulled by the concept of pure blood and family affection. She can't let Alex starve to death, but she can't pamper her without a heart. She has always been very contradictory, and she will die. There is no way to really show the warm side of your heart.

She is still not the same as Mrs. Black, I think it is impossible for Mrs. Black to take in Sirius and Muggle children after his death (if any) and Mrs. Everly knows that Regulus has a foreshadowing ahead In 2333, you can go back and watch about Episode 18. Alex suspects that Mrs. Everly knows, and she really does.