[HP] His little devil

Helena didn't go back to the bedroom.

She had to be thankful that there was no one in the common room today, so she could sit with Regulus openly.

The two were so close, shoulder to shoulder, that he even held her hand.

Helena was a little bit resistant, and when she thought of him getting engaged, she would react, and felt that it was wrong for her to do so, so she tugged and took her hand back.

Regulus looked down at his empty hand, was silent for a moment and said, "Do you want chocolate?"

Helena glanced at him and said, "Will you give me the chocolate you received?"

She also received chocolates today, from Evelyn and Maggie, and from other classmates or admirers.

She is also being pursued, quite a few, and Regulus is well aware of this. As far as he knows, there are quite a few boys in Slytherin who like her.

Regulus seemed to exhale, but he didn't seem to. He turned his face away, and the moment he raised his eyes again, there was an extra box of chocolates in his hand.

He used the magnification spell to restore the chocolate to its normal size. Helena stared at the ordinary box, but couldn't see anything special about it.

She thought for a while, and asked awkwardly, "Miss Lestrange gave it to you?"

Regulus' calm face was turned cold for a moment by her question, and finally he didn't know if he had figured it out, calmed down and said, "No." He explained after a little pause, "I confiscated her chocolate."

Helena was surprised: "Why?"

"I told her that I don't like sweets." Regulus said lightly.

He doesn't like sweets...

Thinking of the cake given to him on his birthday, no wonder he said he wanted to take it home to eat at that time.

Maybe he didn't eat it at all afterward.

Thinking of the waste of the cake she had carefully made, Helena felt regretful in her heart, and she unconsciously revealed something on her face.

Regulus caught her emotion and opened his mouth to explain that he was perfunctory to Lestrange, but he felt that it would be irresponsible to say this before canceling the engagement, so he shut up again.

He quietly opened the box of chocolates, took a piece and handed it to her. Helena was startled, and immediately raised her hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

She tried to take it and eat it herself, but Regulus was so stubborn to feed her, she wanted to refuse, so she held his hand and wanted to pull back, and she felt strange when she held his hand.

"Your palms are full of sweat, Regulus." Helena fixed her green eyes on him.

Regulus said without changing his face: "Then you should eat the chocolate quickly, or it will melt in my hands."

Helena didn't think so: "You just hold the chocolate with your fingers, not the palm, so it won't melt in your hands..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Regulus blocked her restless mouth with chocolate.

His eyes fell on her red lips that moved with chewing, and he asked absently, "Is it delicious?"

Helena tasted the taste and said unexpectedly: "This taste is a bit familiar..."

"Does it taste like the chocolate on your birthday cake?"

Yes...that's the smell, the chocolate coating on her birthday cake.

Helena slowly opened her eyes wide, her clear green eyes fixed on him: "Where did you get this box of chocolates?"

She doesn't believe that anyone who has such a good heart with her can make chocolate with such a similar taste.

In fact, she also made chocolates for Regulus, but she knew that she couldn't give them away, because she didn't have a proper identity, even if it was just for the sake of friendship with classmates, she couldn't do it. She felt guilty, and felt that others could expose her.

She was wondering now, could it be that someone brought Regulus the chocolate she secretly hid?

There are only four people in her bedroom, Evelyn and Maggie can't do that, then there is only... Parkinson!

Helena was very angry, and her face was flushed with anger. Her delicate cheeks were red, glowing extremely charmingly under the dim firelight of the Slytherin common room.

Regulus watched for a while before slowly saying, "I did it."

Helena subconsciously said: "I knew it!" After she finished speaking, she realized that the answer she heard was completely different from what she had guessed!

She looked at Regulus in disbelief: "What did you say?" She asked in surprise, "You did it?"

It's no wonder that Helena was so shocked. As the second young master of the Black family, Regulus doesn't look like someone who can bake from any angle, and no one is worthy of him.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Regulus wiped off the sweat on his palms with his school robe, and said calmly, "I ate your birthday cake. It tastes very good. During the holidays, I Let Kreacher try to make a dessert with the same taste, but it always tastes worse. Then I decided to try it myself, baking is not difficult, is it.”

Yeah, it's really not that hard to bake, it's a lot easier than making potions, but...

No matter how he looks at it, he shouldn't be someone who has mastered this skill.

Helena was in a very complicated mood. She lowered her eyes and looked at the box of chocolates. After a long time, she said, "So you made it for me on purpose?"

Regulus didn't speak, but he nodded.

Helena couldn't refuse such a wish.

She quickly brought over a whole box of chocolates, hugged her in her arms and said, "Did you make it for someone else?"

"What do you think?"

She doesn't think so.

It would definitely scare people to hear that he made chocolate by himself. How could he make it for others?

Helena pursed her lips, and asked him again: "Then will you make it for others in the future? I mean... In the future, when there are similar festivals, will you give chocolates to others? It's like giving it to me today." so."

Regulus looked at her with gray eyes that were exactly the same as her brother's, but with a completely different temperament. Her pupils filled with light reflected her hidden face of anticipation. Helena regretted saying this, but in his After answering her, she has no regrets.

"No." He said simply, "I'm only doing this for you."

Unexpected and expected answers.

Helena's eyes were hot, and she couldn't express the irony in her heart.

She hugged the chocolate and said solemnly: "I will eat all of it. It is delicious. You are really smart and talented in whatever you do. You have tried my exclusive formula so easily."

In fact, it's not that easy, after all, baking is not something boys are familiar with, and he has to avoid the attention of his parents, brother, and Kreacher.But in the end, the result was good, she liked it very much, and the appearance of holding the chocolate and not letting go made Regulus feel that it was worth the hardship.

He couldn't help showing a smile. In fact, he often laughed, a polite, distant and cold smile.He has the arrogance and indifference of being Black, but never against Helena.

She comes from the down-and-out Bird family, but it doesn't matter, with him, the Bird family will have a better future.

His eyes darkened, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more real. Helena caught his smile, hesitated and said: "I like your smile like this." She whispered, "It's very beautiful, much better than your usual smile. gone."

"Really." Regulus said in a low voice, "Then I'm only smiling at you."

Helena thought to herself, what happened to him today, did Valentine's Day make him lose his mind, and why he kept saying such things.

She stood up blushing and said goodbye, and ran towards the girls' dormitory with the chocolate in her arms. Regulus watched her leave, and his faint but sincere smile disappeared after she disappeared.

He looked towards the entrance of the common room, and said in a flat tone, "Come out."

A slender figure flashed in, followed by a suppressed voice: "Is this why you don't accept me?"

"You should have known this a long time ago." Regulus stretched his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa, and said to the man expressionlessly, "If you don't want to go to this embarrassing situation today, you should come to me before the dance discuss."

Rita Lestrange took a deep breath and said, "I don't believe you didn't know that Mrs. Black was going to get you engaged to me before the ball."

Regulus tilted his head and said, "Of course I know, and I also know that you are very happy, so your situation today is self-inflicted."

Knowing that the other party doesn't like me, but not taking the initiative to discuss with the other party how to get rid of the marriage contract, although in the end, I got my wish, but I am in an embarrassing situation. Isn't this all self-inflicted?

Lestrange had an ugly expression on his face. Regulus stood up slowly, straightened his school robes and said, "I won't embarrass you for long."

Lestrange clenched his fists: "Have you made up your mind?"

"Summer vacation, I can bear it until that time at most." After he finished speaking, he turned and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lestrange.

"Do you know who you look like now?" She asked coldly.

Regulus tilted his head slightly.

Lestrange gritted his teeth and said, "You look exactly like your embarrassing and disrespectful brother!"

After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave, but was stopped by a curse, she looked at the light that flashed just a step away in front of her in shock, and looked at Regulus in disbelief: "You actually cast a curse on me?! "

Regulus walked up to her slowly, looked down at her and said, "Don't doubt it, this is a warning, Miss Lestrange. No matter what my brother did or what college he went to, it was Black." It's our own business, and it's not up to an outsider, a Lestrange, to comment on it."

Rita Lestrange choked when she thought of what she said about Sirius Black's disgrace and disgrace. In fact, there are countless people who said Sirius Black was ugly behind their backs, but they really said it on the stage , or in front of the Black family, she probably lost her mind temporarily.

She wanted to refute something, but she could only make an indistinct sound, and it took a while to realize that someone had sealed her throat with a deadbolt.

Still a curse.

Still a silent spell!

Lestrange's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and his pretty face was all green.

"Remember to think before you speak next time."

Regulus turned and left after leaving the last sentence. Lestrange stood there and stared at his back, sincerely feeling that the two Blacks of this generation are not far from going crazy!