[HP] His little devil

Grimmauld Square NO.12.

Mrs. Black took Regulus home, and while she ordered Kreacher to pack the young master, she asked Regulus about his grades and daily life.

Regulus answered one by one. Mrs. Black was very satisfied with his performance. After praising his studies and Quidditch results, she stood in front of the fireplace and began to ask about his love life: "You and Miss Lestrange? How did you get along this semester?"

Regulus didn't answer quickly, Walburga waved his hand and cast a silent and wandless spell to make the candlestick on the fireplace shine brighter, then stared at the candlestick and said, "I know you don't like Miss Lestrange very much. , Rael. But you should try to get in touch with her more, there will always be feelings, the important thing is the interests of the family and the glory of the pure blood."

Regulus followed his mother to look at the candlestick, and said in silence for a moment, "But I don't think she is suitable to marry into the Black family."

Walburga turned to look at her excellent son: "Really?" She said slowly, "What is your reason for saying that?"

Regulus didn't even have time to change his clothes, and as soon as he got home and saw his mother, he went straight to the point. This was already quite impatient for him who was always planning patiently, but he couldn't care less about it.

"She cares too much about her origin, Mom." Regulus' handsome brows were tightly frowned, and his serious expression resembled his cold and beautiful mother. It’s not a good thing to pay too much attention.”

Walburga said lightly: "It's not a bad thing, it's the same for people from pure-blooded families." Loughton, as if thinking of the difference of his eldest son, Walburga's face became depressed and anxious, this The anxiety dilutes the beauty of her face, making her eyebrows a little nervous.

"That's certainly not a bad thing for her. What I mean is that she attaches too much importance to the surname Lestrange, which will affect her sense of mission after becoming Mrs. Black." Regulus looked directly at his own face. Mother looked at each other with similar gray eyes, and his tone was extremely calm, "Cousin Bella must have caused you a lot of trouble after becoming Mrs Lestrange."

Walburga stared slightly: "What do you want to say."

Regulus looked around and confirmed that she and her mother were the only ones in the house, then lowered his voice and said, "My lord. Cousin Bella is too enthusiastic in front of that lord. I have to suspect that the Lestrange family is not willing to submit to the Black family, and even wants to replace it in front of that lord .”

When it came to that lord, Walburga's expression became serious, and she maintained an elegant posture and said: "Bella was just out of proportion because she was eager to express herself in front of that lord, and she didn't do it for Lestland. The Qi family did that, and what I told you about her actions was not to give you a reason to disobey me, don't be like that rebellious son, Regulus."

Regulus said without changing his face: "I didn't want to disobey you. In fact, no matter what Bella's purpose was, she was already Lestrange after she got married, not Black. No matter how well she behaved It will only bring benefits to herself and the Lestrange family, and the Black family will not get much glory. You should think carefully, Mom, whether the grown-up has summoned them more times than you and your father recently."

Walburga pursed his lips slightly, with a serious expression on his face. Regulus noticed this, and knew that he meant what he said.

Having said that, he was no longer in a hurry, he pulled his chair and sat aside, and it took a long time to break his mother's contemplation: "I don't think Miss Lestrange can completely abandon her previous surname after marrying me. , regards herself completely as a member of the Black family, she will not do better than Cousin Bella. Marrying her home under such circumstances is tantamount to putting a spy by her side."

Walburga looked at him: "Can't you still control her?"

"Of course I can, mom, I won't let you down, but if I need to be on guard against my wife all the time, worrying that she will get caught, what's the point of having to marry her back?"

Walburga seemed to be caught up in the question, and did not speak quickly, Regulus continued: "We don't need to get married, Mom, the Black family doesn't need a Lestrange to add to our icing on the cake. If Yes, I think girls from ordinary pure-blood families are more suitable for us. Although you didn't tell me clearly, I believe that there will be a revolution in the magic world in the future, and in this revolution, what we need is a 100% support our in-laws, you and your father are cousins, and our family is named Blake, so there is really no need to find another outsider who may have a different heart."

Walburga stared deeply at his son with gray eyes: "Is this the reason you spent a semester trying to convince me to let you break off the engagement, Rael."

Regulus stood up slowly: "It's not so much a reason I came up with in a semester, it's better to say that it's a reliable conclusion I came to after observing Miss Lestrange for a semester."

Walburga frowned: "Don't explain, my child, since I announced your engagement, I can see from your performance that you don't like this arrangement. I have been waiting for your reasons and decisions ,now I know."

Regulus opened and closed his thin lips, wanted to say something but gave up.

Looking at his silent son, Walburga said indifferently: "I have to say that although I think you have selfish intentions, your reasons are somewhat persuasive to me. I will discuss this matter with your father as soon as possible." I'll give you an answer." After a while, she asked casually, "If you are dissatisfied with the result of our discussion, will you stick to your idea and reject the marriage I arranged for you?"

Regulus said without blinking, "No."

Walburga smiled with satisfaction and said, "Very well, after sitting on the train for so long, it's time for you to rest."

Regulus quickly returned to his room.

Kreacher had already packed everything up. He sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as he sat down, he heard his mother's yelling and Kreacher's self-conscious slander. Hearing these meant one thing—his brother came back .

When they first entered Hogwarts, Walburga and Orion would also take Sirius home, but since Sirius entered Gryffindor, they started to make Gryffindor friends even more and more. "Rebellious", they will no longer pay attention to this son.

Every year on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, only Regulus would always stand by their side, without Sirius.

In previous years, Regulus would go downstairs to say hello after Sirius returned home, but not this year.

His own affairs are enough, and he is not in the mood to look at his brother's stinky face for the time being.

Glancing at the newspaper clippings pasted above the bed, they've been glued into an irregular collage, just under the French words "forever pure" and the Blake family crest.Regulus got up and walked over, bent down to look, and had a panoramic view of all the articles about that lord.

The glory of pure blood, the interests of the family... This is what Regulus was once passionate about.

Sirius had a philosophy that was completely opposite to that of the Black family, so as a son other than him, the responsibilities he was unwilling to bear fell on Regulus' shoulders.

He worked hard to maintain family harmony and stick to family interests, until the end of his third year, when he had his own selfishness.

He knew the intention of his mother's last question very well, and she listened to his words, and doubts arose in her heart, and it was impossible to let Lestrange safely into the Black house.But even if she had planned to make a decision according to his ideas, she still needed his affirmation in obeying his orders.

Even if he succeeds, he still needs to be absolutely loyal to the family.

Of course he will be loyal.

He will never be disloyal to his family in his life.

He will only be loyal to his family, even in the face of that adult.

Time passed quickly, and in the middle of the holiday, Regulus got his mother's decision at the dinner table.

"I have already written to Mrs. Lestrange to inform her about the decision to cancel the engagement." Walburga said indifferently, with a grim expression on his face, "I believe she will not be surprised." After all, they were still together just now. In front of that adult, Orion couldn't get off the stage.

Orion put down the knife and fork and said, "Well done, my wife, you always make the wisest decisions."

Walburga glanced at her husband, then turned her attention to her youngest son: "You said before that we need an in-law who supports the Black family 100%, may I take it that you have already made a decision?"

Regulus sat on the left side, and under the candlelight across the long table, he said softly: "You can understand it this way, Mom. She doesn't need to have a very dignified status, but she can't be too unknown. I think , the orphans of a big family, they had a glorious past, but now they have fallen—come from such a family, it would be a more suitable choice."

Walburga looked at him for a long time before saying seriously, "I need to see it with my own eyes before I can make a decision."

"Of course, she will satisfy you." Regulus assured Helena without hesitation.

Helena, who was spending her vacation alone in Bird Manor, was not as confident as Regulus said.

She came back through the fireplace in the evening, and she took a part-time job in Diagon Alley to earn some money to support herself during the summer vacation.

Textbooks for seniors are too expensive, and she can't even afford second-hand textbooks without making some money.

After returning to the manor, she entered the restaurant. Leff prepared a simple sandwich for dinner. I am very grateful that it did not make a mistake in the seasoning today. Although the sandwich tasted ordinary, it was still edible.

When the sandwich was half eaten, Helena heard a noise outside the door. She thought Leif fell down while working again, so she hurried out to see that the food in her mouth hadn't been swallowed completely, and her cheeks were bulging. high.

Then she entered Regulus' sight with such a gesture.

The young man stood there straight, and beside him was Leif whose big eyes were full of tears. Leff reacted a little faster than her, clasped his hands and said excitedly: "It's the honorable Master Black! The honorable Master Black is here again! Ma'am The master will be very happy to know! Leif is going to tell the mistress!"

While talking, the old house elf snapped his fingers and disappeared in place. Helena finally came back to her senses and was anxious to stop Leif, not wanting him to talk nonsense in front of her mother's screen.

She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, but choked because she was too anxious, and coughed continuously while leaning on the sofa.

Regulus quickly stepped forward to support her, and said to the air, "Kreacher, pour a glass of water for Miss Bird."

Kreacher appeared, first glanced critically at Helena, and then shrieked respectfully: "Yes, Master Regulus! Kreacher is willing to serve you!"

Helena leaned in Regulus' arms, took the water glass he handed her, and drank it with a blushing face.

After her breathing finally calmed down, she said with a dead face: "I made a fool of myself in front of you again."

Regulus put his arms around her shoulders and said, "Make a fool of yourself? No, I think it's cute."

Helena blushed even more at his words. She straightened up and left his arms, looked aside and said, "How did you get here? I don't remember turning on the fireplace, and we can't use magic outside the school. Byrd Manor As for me, a minor wizard, if you are apparated, the Ministry of Magic will send a warning in a short while."

Regulus looked at her with gray eyes: "I asked Kreacher to send me here."

Helena thought of the house elf who was a little dissatisfied with herself, and she had a bitter face.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" She thought of something tacitly, raised her eyes and looked at him, Regulus looked into her blue eyes, looked at her face that had lost a lot of weight, and slowly approached She moved a little, almost forcing her to lean back on the back of the sofa.

"Of course there is something." Regulus looked down at her from top to bottom, and said in a specious and mocking tone, "Guess what I want from you."

Helena: "...I can't guess."

Regulus bent down, Helena lay on the back of the sofa, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

It wasn't until the tip of his nose touched his that Helena opened her mouth slowly, and her breathing intertwined with his while speaking.

"I guessed it." She said breathlessly before he kissed her lips.

Regulus seemed to frowned, but he quickly let go. He brushed away the regret in his heart, and maintained this intimate and ambiguous posture: "Tell me."

Helena blinked, and the long eyelashes brushed Regulus' cheeks, his face was itchy, and so was his heart.

Helena took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "You give me that explanation, am I right?"

Regulus seemed to smile, but she was too close to see his full expression.

Soon she didn't have the heart to pay attention to the expression, because Regulus turned his head and put his lips directly on her cheek.

He kissed her side cheek.

Then he straightened up and let her go, and said to her, "You guessed it right, I'll give you the explanation."

Helena straightened up, her heart throbbed again after she had just calmed down.

"By the way..." He fixed his gaze on her, "I'll give you another one."